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ghostgothgeek · 4 years ago

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Blush. Chapter 5

Chapter written by @ecto-american!

Disclaimer: actual sex ed talk

FFN || AO3

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God it felt like forever until he was finally leaving the bathroom again, even though the clock on the wall said it had only been about five minutes. He waited for Sam to leave and for his personal issues to figure themselves out before he swung the bathroom door open. Thankfully, nobody was there, and he sighed heavily. He was not looking forward to returning to the class. Maybe he should just skip.

Ugh, and risk having to do a one on one private sex education lesson with Mr. Lancer? No thanks. He’d rather get the talk from the Box Ghost.

He dragged his feet towards the classroom. Elliot was obviously back in the class by now, probably already telling everybody what had just happened. Which was nothing, but once he spread the news to Paulina, that was all she wrote. Paulina could spread gossip so fast that it was honestly impressive. Almost a superpower.

Danny stood in the doorframe of the class before immediately turning to leave. Fuck this.

“Hey!” Mike’s voice called out accusingly. “Come on. Can’t skip out.” God, why couldn’t the accident have fully killed him? Ghosts didn’t have to go to school. Or suffer through having to listen to the sex talk.

Taking a deep breath, he turned to see the bane of his existence. Elliot, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, was sitting in the previously unoccupied seat that was to Danny’s left. That absolute fucker changed seats again , and Danny avoided eye contact as he returned to his chair. Elliot watched him like a hawk.

No sooner than he planted himself, Elliot scooted his chair closer to him. Danny refused to look at him. The other leaned into him.

“Couldn’t wait, aye?” he whispered, not even bothering to hold back a snicker.

Danny’s eyes flickered to the front. Mike’s attention was on a student who had asked a question. He took the chance to punch Elliot in the shoulder. Hard. The exchange student’s seat jerked back a bit, and he winced as he rubbed his shoulder. Danny hoped it would bruise. Tucker nudged Danny, giving him a weird look. Danny shook his head, and he rubbed his face with his hands tiredly. He knew his face was bright red.

“You know, girls with more experience tend to give you a better time,” Elliot’s voice refused to shut the fuck up. “So uh, ya know. You’re welcome.”

“For what?” Danny scowled.

“Dude, Sam and I have done stuff. We’d go to her house and such, I’ve been to third base like, at least four times.”

Danny felt his hands shake with rage. God damn it, god fucking damn it. He knew that wasn’t true. He was there on every date, from beginning to end because he specifically didn’t trust him. And even when he stopped, Tucker was there. Nothing happened. He knew it. But how do you call a guy out like that? How do you prove that you know he’s full of shit?

“You’re full of shit,” was all Danny could find himself able to say. “And just shut the hell up about Sam already. You guys broke up. It’s over. Done. Let it go.”

Elliot gave a small hum.

“Eh, I dunno. I thought about asking her out again,” Elliot said slyly.

Danny took a deep breath. He refused to fall into this guy’s petty crap. No, no, he wasn’t, he was just trying to test his patience. He’s just trying to get a reaction out of you, Fenton. Don’t give him one.

He made a point of ignoring Elliot, instead opening the Planned Parenthood booklet to the section related to Mike’s lecture. He zoned out though. None of this mattered, he wasn’t an idiot. Condoms and consent, basic stuff. Not like he planned on going out and getting wild.

Well of course, there were some girls he wouldn’t mind getting wild with. Paulina instantly came to mind. She had an excellent body. One he had seen in a swimsuit before. And of course, it’s not like he didn’t think about it with Valerie when they were together. He liked her a lot. Plus Sam. Sam had such a nice gentle touch. And soft lips and hands. Why did he never realize that?

Danny spaced out, staring ahead at the front of the class. He wished Sam was here, next to him instead of fucking Elliot. By now, she’d likely have leaned into him, bored to tears herself. Sometimes she cuddled up into him if it was cold. It wasn’t now, but it wouldn’t be the first time he purposefully made the classroom a bit chilly for that very reason. Her hugs were always just comforting and calming.

“Dude, taste this,” Tucker’s voice broke him from his thoughts. Danny glanced to see his friend. He had opened another condom packet, and he was holding it up to Danny.

“...What?”

“Dude, it tastes really good,” Tucker insisted. “It tastes just like mint.”

“I’m not licking any condoms that you’ve already been licking,” Danny scowled.

“Just open yours and taste it,” Tucker encouraged. Danny sighed, giving a light shrug. Well, anything to pass the time.

He opened the condom packet. It was greasy and felt gross, and he hesitantly pressed his tongue against it. Surprisingly, Tucker was right. Not too bad.

“Huh, that does taste like mint,” he hummed in surprise.

He put the entire, still rolled condom in his mouth. He sucked on it for a bit before spitting it back out into his hand. Danny studied Mike until Mike turned his back and Lancer was still distracted before slapping it on Elliot’s cheek. The wet condom stuck there for a second before falling to the floor. Elliot immediately turned to glare at him. He glanced to make sure the teachers were still distracted before returning the punch from earlier, hitting Danny in the upper arm.

Danny flinched. It definitely didn’t hurt nearly as much as a ghost, but it still ached for a moment. He refused to rub his shoulder to comfort himself. This was apparently a bad move. Elliot glared at him until the next available opportunity, and he hit him again. Danny let out an irritated groan from clenched teeth. That one hurt a bit more.

“Cut it out before I kick you so hard you can be assured that you’ll never have a kid,” Danny threatened.

“Bold of you to even assume I want children, Fenton,” Elliot replied in a hushed tone. “The best birth control is having a one year old nephew that screams all the time and constantly shits himself out of excitement whenever he hears the ice cream truck. No fucking thanks. From the looks of things, you’re the one that needs to be neutered. I can gladly help.”

Elliot shifted a bit away from him, only to raise his foot to attempt to kick him. Obviously, he only hit Danny’s side. The halfa grabbed Elliot’s foot, yanking him hard. He fell out of the seat with a surprised yelp.

“You guys okay?” Mike’s voice called out. Upon hearing the noises, Mr. Lancer had snapped to his feet.

“You two better not be messing around,” Mr. Lancer’s voice instantly caused a wave of complete silence to fall upon the classroom. “This is an important lesson you will carry for the rest of your lives. I expect you to pay attention, or else I will assign homework or give a pop quiz on this.”

Elliot put his elbow up on the table, pulling himself up and back onto his seat.

“I’m fine, just tilted my chair back too much,” he lied. He flashed Lancer a fake smile. The teacher didn’t look amused.

“Watch yourself, Mr. Gregor,” he warned before sitting back down.

Mike gave a friendly smile at the class before continuing his conversation. Danny sat up a bit straighter. Of all the days to get detention, this was not the day he wanted to have to deal with that. Sure, he wasn’t on the radar now, but it wouldn’t be long.

He felt Elliot nudge him, and he pointedly ignored it. He focused on Mike, who was answering Kwan’s inquiry about a male birth control pill. Elliot poked him. Danny did nothing.

“Hey, you mad just because I know that Sam wears pink panties?” Elliot whispered. That was enough to instantly boil his blood.

“You don’t know shit,” Danny hissed at him.

“Oh I know all about how Sam secretly has bright pink panties,” Elliot taunted. Danny rolled his eyes. He had done Sam’s laundry before. He’s done her emergency overnight packing. They’ve gotten a bit heavy during makeouts twice. She’s stayed over for sleepovers since they were like twelve. And even if none of that happened, he doubted Sam would secretly wear pink. She didn’t care what others thought, if she wanted to wear pink, she’d just openly wear pink.

“You’re so full of crap,” Danny scowled. “They’re almost all black or purple. At least one’s dark gray with black bats all over them. You really think Sam would wear pink like, ever? Dumbass.”

Elliot stared at him, mouth slightly open. Tucker was staring at him too, with wide eyes. Danny didn’t really notice them, focusing his attention once more on Mike. He had, at some point, began writing a list of pros and cons up on the board of various birth control methods. Danny studied it for a moment. Mike glanced at the clock. He patted the box set before him on the table.

“Okay, so we’re approaching lunch, so I’m going to take a pause right now to just say that this box has some condoms, sample-size lube bottles, and some short books about gender identity that you can take as you wish,” Mike explained, holding up the items as he spoke. “There’s just some fun stickers too, and we also have a card that has the number of a therapist office we partner with. We’ll be leaving the door unlocked, so you can come in and grab it discreetly during lunch if you don’t want to in the rush to leave. I won’t be in here, I’ll actually be with Mallory in Room 105, which I understand is the uh.” Mike paused. “Room just down the hall?” The class nodded at him. “Cool. So we’ll be there if you want to ask more personal questions.”

The bell finally rang, and Danny sighed in relief. Elliot was already out of his seat, mumbling something about needing to update Paulina asap on something, out the door before Mike could even continue.

“Alrighty folks, if you wanna take some bananas with you as part of lunch too, feel free!” Mike shot a teasing smile at Danny, and the teen sunk in his seat before quickly getting to his feet and making a fast-walk for the door. “We won’t be needing them later on, so take as many as you like. And of course, feel free to take whatever you want from the box.”

As he passed by, Danny glanced into the box, a blurred colorful assortment of condoms, stickers and the sample lube bottles. He refused to stop and take one, unlike a few brave souls behind him, including Tucker for some reason, who stopped to grab anywhere from one, to a handful. Or in Tucker’s case, two handfuls? What? Tucker wasn’t even dating anybody right now.

He quickly turned the corner out of the classroom, and a quick glance around, he noticed he was alone. He turned invisible, and he walked back in, intangibly going through his classmates to peak into the box. Danny paused before looking around as the contents were shifted as classmates hunted for what they wanted, and finally, he grabbed two purple colored condoms, Sam’s secret favorite color. She liked to act like it was black, but he knew deep down that it was purple. He walked out, seeing the hallway become crowded, though everybody seemed wrapped up in their own business. The normal.

The halfa slipped into a janitor’s closet, turning visible. He quickly left and shut the door behind him, walking until he spied his friend. Tucker was crouched on the floor next to the lockers near the classroom they had just exited, trying to carefully put his new condom collection into his open backpack without spilling them all over the floor.

“Do you really need that many?” Danny wondered. Tucker grinned.

“Better safe than sorry!” he told him.

“What about when you get all your tech back, it’s not gonna all fit,” Danny pointed out. Tucker gave Danny an intense, serious look.

“I’ll find a way,” he assured him before returning to his task. He was picking up fallen condoms to stuff into his bag.

Danny chuckled. He glanced up and into the classroom, unintentionally locking eyes with Elliot. The other was talking with Mike. About what, Danny couldn’t tell, but Elliot had immediately shot him a light smirk. Danny scowled back, crossing his arms.

“Come on, Tuck, I’m starving, and I’m not really interested in having a condom for lunch,” Danny spoke up. And I miss Sam. He turned to begin walking, hearing Tucker scrambling to zip his backpack newly full of condoms and rush after him.

“So uh...do you wanna talk about how come you know what kind of underwear Sam wears?” Tucker questioned. Danny stared blankly at him before he flushed, scowling.

“Tucker, you’ve seen her underwear. You did her laundry and helped me pack her stuff before.”

Tucker blinked, thinking on this answer for a moment. Danny stood on his tiptoes, looking for a sign of Sam coming from the other classroom. None. She was probably at her locker, and he began to walk towards it, Tucker following.

“...Yeah but I’ve never like...kept track of the colors,” Tucker said slowly. Danny could feel his cheeks turning a bit redder, but he refused to reply. “Sooo...wanna expand a little on those three makeout times that I apparently didn’t know about?”

“No,” Danny said shortly before finally spotting Sam. He sighed happily, taking a few eager steps towards her.

#stephanie writes sometimes #blush #sex ed fic #danny phantom #Amethyst Ocean

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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 6 years ago

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Contract for Membership in a Cultic Group or Relationship

In the medical profession, ethical contracts ensure that patients have given “fully informed consent.” That is, if a doctor fails to inform a patient about the risks, side effects, and options for treatment, the uninformed patient is entitled to sue for maltreatment. Below is a mock contract for cult membership. Ask yourself if you gave informed consent at the time of your recruitment, or if you would have joined had you known your participation would involve the following conditions.

I, _______________________________ hereby agree to join

_______________________________ . I understand that my life will change in the following ways. I know what I am getting into and agree to all of the following conditions:

1. My good feelings about who I am will stem from being liked by other group members and/or my leader, and from receiving approval from the group/leader.

2. My total mental attention will focus on solving the group’s/leader’s problems and making sure that there are no conflicts.

3. My mental attention will be focused on pleasing and protecting the group/leader.

4. My self-esteem will be bolstered by solving group problems and relieving the leader’s pain.

5. My own hobbies and interests will gladly be put aside. My time will be spent however the group/leader wants.

6. My clothing and personal appearance will be dictated by the desires of the group/leader.

7. I do not need to be sure of how I feel. I will only be focused on what the group/leader feels.

8. I will ignore my own needs and wants. The needs and wants of the group/leader are all that is important.

9. The dreams I have for the future will be linked to the group/leader.

10. My fear of rejection will determine what I say or do.

11. My fear of the group’s/leader’s anger will determine what I say or do.

12. I will use giving as a way of feeling safe with the group/leader.

13. My social circle will diminish or disappear as I involve myself with the group/leader.

14. I will give up my family as I involve myself with the group/ leader.

15. The group’s/leader’s values will become my values.

16. I will cherish the group’s/leader’s opinions and ways of doing things more than my own.

17. The quality of my life will be in relation to the quality of group life, not the quality of life of the leader.

18. Everything that is right and good is due to the group’s belief, the leader, or the teachings.

19. Everything that is wrong is due to me.

20. In addition, I waive the following rights to:

• Leave the group at any time without the need to give a reason or sit through a waiting period

• Maintain contact with the outside world

• Have an education, career, and future of my choice

• Receive reasonable health care and have a say in my health care

• Have a say in my own and my family’s discipline, and to expect moderation in disciplinary methods

• Have control over my body, including choices related to sex, marriage, and procreation

• Expect honesty in dealings with authority figures in the group

• Expect honesty in any proselytizing I am expected to do

• Have any complaints heard and dealt with fairly with an impartial investigation

• Be supported and cared for in my old age in gratitude for my years of service

from pages 26 and 27 of Take Back Your Life by Janja Lalich and Madeleine Tobias (2006) ISBN 978-9720021-5-8

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Take Back Your Life: Recovering From Cults & Abusive Relationships

Repairing the Soul – Janja Lalich

Moonwebs by Josh Freed

Crazy for God: The nightmare of cult life by Christopher Edwards

Life Among the Moonies by Deanna Durham

Nansook Hong, transcripts of three interviews, including ‘60 Minutes’

A huge FFWPU scam in Japan is revealed

Moon extracted $500 million from Japanese female members

FFWPU / UC of Japan used members for profit, not religious purposes

The Fall of the House of Moon

Sun Myung Moon’s secret love child

Sam Park reveals Moon’s hidden history (2014)

Suicide of Moon money mule in Uruguay

Why did a Japanese FFWPU member kill her Korean husband?

#manipulation #exploitation #FFWPU #Sun Myung Moon

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sevanshq · 7 years ago

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basics:

Full name: Samuel Alexander Evans

Nickname(s) or alias(es): Sammy (only if you know him well enough like that)

Preferred name(s): Sam

Date of birth: April 16, 1990

Zodiac sign: Aries

Religion: Christian

Gender: Male

Preferred pronouns: he/him

Sexual preference: heteroflexible

Romantic preference: heteroromantic

Hometown: Fort Worth, TX

Resides in: San Fernando Valley, CA

Occupation: aspiring artist, porn actor

Language(s) spoken: English, some Spanish

Native language: English

background:

Birth order: Oldest

Level of education: BFA in Visual Arts/Graphic Design

How were their grades?: fair to middling in high school. he fared better in college.

Best childhood memory: summers on his family farm

Family’s economic status: middle class

Childhood career choice: baseball player

School subject they excelled at: Art, Math

School subject they had trouble with: English

appearance, voice, & mannerisms:

Birthmarks/scars/distinguishing marks: none

Tattoos: one, “aut viam inveniam aut faciam” (I will either find a way, or I will make one) on the inside of his right arm.

Piercings: none

Dominant hand: right handed

Frequently worn jewelry: sometimes a cross necklace

Speech style: relaxed, unless he’s rambling, with a deep drawl

Verbal tics: his dyslexia causes him to mix up words when he’s speaking at times

Scent: clean, woodsy scents like sandalwood and musk.

Posture: Relaxed when standing, but he sits up straight

personality:

Personality type: ENFP “The Campaigner”

Positive traits: compassionate, creative, loyal, daring, unassuming

Negative traits: reckless, distracted, impulsive, impractical, withdrawn

Usual mood: easy-going with a side of humor

Insecurities: he hates people assuming he’s stupid, and talking down to him

Fears: never living up to his potential, feeling like he’s failed his parents, also spiders.

Comforts: good music, family, his mother’s home-cooking, working on his art.

Habits/quirks: chewing gum, rambling when he’s bored or nervous

Nervous tics: tapping his fingers

Superstitions: he throws spilled salt over his left shoulder

Pet peeves: people who chew with their mouths open, people who go out of their way to be assholes.

health & psychology:

Diet: very mindful of what he eats, lots of fruits, vegetables, and protein, but also indulges when the mood strikes.

Alcohol Use: mostly a social drinker

Drug Use: never hard stuff. rarely smokes cigarettes. but indulges in the ol’ cannabis from time to time.

Addictions: none.

Allergies: pet dander, mostly cats.

Exercise habits: 6 days a week, alternating his fitness routine. cardio, strength training, weight lifting.

Sleeping habits: he stays up late and wakes up early, so he doesn’t get as much sleep as he should, but when he does, it’s usually a good rest.

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities? nope.

Any mental illnesses/disorders? none.

Enneagram Type: The Epicure

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Temperament: Sanguine

Element: Fire

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Intelligence Type: Interpersonal

views on:

Life: it’s tough, and unfair at times, but you make the most of it, the best you know how.

Death: unavoidable, like taxes and student loans.

Love: good thing when you’ve got it. something not to dwell on when you don’t.

Sex: natural. consent always and it should be pleasurable for all parties involved.

Marriage: he doesn’t think it’s in the cards for him.

Divorce: it happens.

Family: everything.

Friends: a necessary support system. he loves making friends and meeting new people.

Politics: great way to weed out the people to avoid at parties.

Religion: faith in something, even in nothing, helps make sense of things.

Work: shouldn’t always feel like work. despite being confused about his future and a habitual procrastinator, he has a surprisingly strong work ethic, when he’s focused.

Money: could always use more of it.

Alcohol/Drug Use: dabbling is fine.

Tattoos/Piercings: he loves ink, on himself and especially other people.

Swearing: he tries to curb it, but if he’s comfortable around someone or really pissed, he’ll let it fly.

family:

Father: Oliver Evans

Describe their relationship: solid, with some moments of tension. his father wishes Sam were more focused and willing to live up to his potential.

Mother: Lisa Evans

Describe their relationship: tense, to say the least.

Pets: two dogs, back at home on the farm in Texas.

questionnaire:

Optimistic or pessimistic? optimistic, more realistic than anything.

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? somewhat organized

Book smart or street smart? street smart with a side of common sense

Leader or follower? leader

Day or night person? night

Cat or dog person? dog

Coffee or tea? coffee

What do they wear to bed? sweats or boxer briefs.

Do they snore? lightly.

What position do they sleep in? sprawled on his stomach, eventually on his side

Which side of the bed do they sleep on? left

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time? he needs to be focused on one thing at a time, otherwise his concentration is shot.

Do they get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? he likes quiet/low music when he’s in art mode or editing. but does typically enjoy being around others more often than not.

What would completely break them? failing the important people in his life.

What was the best thing in their life? his family, hands down.

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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 4 years ago

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Contract for Membership in a Cultic Group or Relationship