#stop pitting two bad bitches against eachother!!

[la-pheacienne]

George Martin, 2013: "In a very basic level winter is coming for all of us. I think that’s one of the things that art is concerned with: the awareness of our own mortality. “Valar morghulis” – “All men must die”. That shadow lies over our world and will until medical science gives us all immortality… but I don’t think it makes it necessarily a pessimistic world. Not any more pessimistic than the real world we live in. We’re here for a short time and we should be conscious of our own mortality, but the important thing is that love, compassion and empathy with other human beings is still possible. Laughter is still possible! Even laughter in the face of death… The struggle to make the world a better place… We have things like war, murder and rape… horrible things that still exist, but we don’t have to accept them, we can fight the good fight. The fight to eliminate those things.There is darkness in the world, but I don’t think we necessarily need to give way to despair. One of the great things that Tolkien says in Lord of The Rings is “despair is the ultimate crime”. That’s the ultimate failing of Denethor, the Steward of Gondor, that he despairs of ever being able to defeat Sauron. We should not despair. We should not go gentle into that good night".

JRR Tolkien, 1962 : "One reviewer once said, this is a jolly jolly book, all the right boys come home [...]- this isn't true of course, he can't have read the story. [...] Human stories are practically always about one thing, really, aren't they? Death. The inevitability of death. . . . . . (He quotes Simone de Beauvoir) 'There is no such thing as a natural death. Nothing that ever happens to man is natural, since his presence calls the whole world into question. All men must die, but for every man his death is an accident, and even if he knows it he would sense to it an unjustifiable violation.' Well, you may agree with the words or not, but those are the key spring of The Lord Of The Rings".

"Lotr is all rainbows and unicorns and Asoiaf is nihilistic and grimdark". Wrong, and wrong. In all its hope and radiance, lotr often gets very dark, and despite all the death and suffering, the hopeful moments in asoiaf shine bright. The meeting point of these two is this: having hope while in despair, and even better, refusing to give up because you have to go on despite not having any hope left.

[dteamain]

bella and her anons are making me want to kms let me be delusional about dnf it takes two

[leolaroot]

im not trying to "pit two bad bitches against eachother" i am trying to end historical revisionism. oh you saw how cute Clifford was as a tiny red baby puppy? but you dont like him so you replaced him with the more memeable dog? yeah okay. thats because you love stolen valour. tiktokers are not more important than the truth so heres some facts clifford was the SMALLEST puppy and love made him GROW. clifford was small enough to float on soap True but Snoopy was never that little enough. unless it was the biggest soap ever. well hers the truth i like clifford more. and just because the internet perfers snopy will. never stop me from being my BRAVE! self.

[schiavonaspada]

thoroughly british post incoming

ENOUGH of this fucking roland rat vs basil brush nonsense. theyre two bad bitches with equal slay, stop pitting them against eachother and let them kiss.

[drowningparty]

Never understood the trend of media like Only Lovers Left Alive saying Kit or Will wrote eachothers plays either, even as a bit. They both have distinct writing styles! Stop pitting two bad bitches against eachother! It negates what makes them and their works uniquely compelling!

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

YOU PUT JAMES IHA AND TUPAC AGAINST EACHOTHER. SHAME ON YOU. THIS IS LIKE TRACY CHAPMAN VS HOPE SANDOVAL. HAVE YOU NO SHAME. AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO DOLORES AND MISSY. THE BAD BITCH REVOLUTION IS COMING. WE SHALL PREVAIL. MY BONES WILL BE THE WEAPONS OF MY DEARESTS. AD ROCK AND DOLORES SHALL RISE AND FIGHT FOR THE HONOR OF BAD BITCHES ACROSS THE GLOBE. THOU SHALT NOT PIT TWO BAD BAD BITCHES AGAINST ONE ANOTHER. SHAME

I FALL TO MY KNEES AND REPENT. YET I GET UP AGAIN AND REFUSE TO STOP MAKING WHACK MATCHUPS BECAUSE I DO NOT HAVE A MORAL COMPASS AND ENJOY WATCHING FIGHTS. I AM VERY SORRY BUT I WILL NOT BE CHANGING MY EVIL WAYS.

also small correction I think you meant Janet Jackson vs Hope Sandoval. Tracy's poll isn't here yet!

[internetpersonality]

stop pitting two bad bitches against eachother :((

[commander-airachnid]

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Alright y'all, good game! That's another round under our belts, and what a round it was! We got our first bits of propaganda, which was fun fun fun! I hope everyone is having as much of a blast as I am. I cannot thank you all enough for being kind, polite, and respectful throughout this. Lots of love!

I'm also happy to say that I have some interesting data for you guys this round as well, so let's take a peek at that real quick shall we!

➔ The poll with the highest win margin? Strongarm VS. Chromia was the poll that took the trophy this round, at a ratio of 20 / 80 in Chromia's favor! Glad to see some love for everyone's favorite two-wheeler! Let's hope we can keep that energy going forward!

➔ The poll with the smallest win margin? Windblade VS. Elita-1 was the poll with the closest call this round, with Elita-1 coming out on top at 58% of the vote! I must say, that was a nailbiting matchup. Really felt it could go either way, but the Elita-1 propaganda machine never stops it seems! Round of applause for Windy, of course. She did her best!

➔ The poll with the most note engagement? This one also goes to the Windblade VS. Elita-1 poll, which garnered a total of 217 notes! Compare that to the 60 or so notes from last round's winner, and that's quite the uptick!

➔ The poll with the most total votes? ...Well y'all, you'll never believe it. Once again, Windblade VS. Elita had the most total votes of any poll at a staggering 971! The poll with the second most votes was Airachnid VS. Velocity at 652! That's a 319 vote disparity!

➔ Interesting ratios... Curiously, we had a handful of polls come out with the exact same percentages. Those polls were Lodestar VS. Aileron and Nyx VS. Airazor at a ratio of 39 / 61, and Anode VS. Lightbright and Stormclash VS. Blackarachnia at a ratio of 68 / 32. Fun coincidences!

The next set of polls will be up soon! I already have all of the graphics ready to go. I think my favorite tag is every single instance of 'why would you pit two bad bitches against eachother', because that is by far what cropped up the most, hahaha.

I'll see you guys with the next bracket soon! Thank you for participating, and thank you for making this a success! As always, if you have any suggestions or feedback, feel free to send me an ask. I'm all ears.

Thanks y'all! ♡

[fivestoriesfallingg]

also i really wish you guys would stop pitting two bad bitches against eachother but yknow whatever

[lethalwizard]

the tags are wrong the reddit post wasn’t saying that australians DONT share achievements it’s that there’s different social rules involved in doing it.

also this is only really a thing in more formal & impersonal situations. you can brag all you want to a close friend but if you’re at a party or talking to an acquaintance it’s just a social quirk you have to play along with until you’re closer friends

stop pitting two bad bitches against eachother and instead revel in the diversity of human culture

This is the first time someone's pointed something out about the way we behave I didn't even realise and found myself realising they are entirely right

[lamentablesbian]

i’ve seen so many posts from all parts of the hating/supporting Wuvvy spectrum, and like, the lack of nuance in fandom spaces never fails to amaze me, but i haven’t seen many trying to approach where Rue is so i wanted to give my take!

i’ve seen many people frustrated with Rue’s lack of trust in Wuvvy, especially because of their long history together, but with tonight’s explicit confirmation that Wuvvy has feelings for them and Rue knows she does, i have to say that unreciprocated romantic feelings always change the nature of a friendship. having had a few different people confess their feelings to me at a time when we were friends and i would only ever see them as a friend, it’s impossible to let yourself get as close to that person ever again lest you give them the impression that you feel the same way as they do. i think Rue’s holding back from Wuvvy, their concern with her silence and withdrawn nature, and Rue’s distrust of Wuvvy when they hear that Wuvvy is going to be their replacement— all makes perfect sense to me. the relationship has shifted and the crack between them was formed from the first moment Rue noticed Wuvvy’s feelings for them, and the duel made the split even wider.

Hob is the first person who Rue has met that doesn’t have an obligation to please them. the Goblin Court is already known to be angry with the Court of Wonder so he doesn’t have to pretend to respect Rue— and yet he does! he respects them for themself, not for the court they represent and not for the position they hold. he sees them in a way that no one else has. and between Wuvvy and Rue there will always be the distance of privilege and position, Rue will always be a mentor to Wuvvy, not her equal. and even though Wuvvy’s feelings towards them have deepened, Rue’s haven’t. they can’t overcome that feeling of service and mentorship, the idea that Wuvvy is obligated to them, when to Rue love is all about equal footing, and as they continually say, love must be reciprocated. all that being said, i loved that Wuvvy ripped up the letter, i live for the drama, and to quote Emily if Wuvvy turns heel i think i might cum! i love a heartsick satyr clutching desperately to the person she loves as they try and slip into the arms of another! i love that shit! anyways, that’s all i have to say on it, i just love good GOOD character interactions and arcs, god bless this pack of pixies.

[hoe4almondmilk]

Safety Net: Chapter 2

Present! Carol Denning/Reader 

It’s been three days since you’ve been at max and it’s been honestly quite awful. You stared at the tray of food in front of you poking at it with your fork instead of eating it, you weren’t hungry and you were restless from not being able to sleep. Who could even sleep here? The lights are on constantly.

“Making art, (L/N)?” you looked up to see who the familiar voice belonged to, it was Piper with her fiancée Alex. Piper was starting to become a little more tolerable now that she was reunited with Alex. You were happy for them and honestly glad to have them here with you even if you were never particularly close with either of them during your time up at camp. 

“I don’t know if I’d call it art but it’s something.” you chuckled, continuing picking at the food. “I miss camp, I feel like I'm always on edge here.” 

“I definitely agree with that, sleeping with this fuckin broken arm hasn’t been pleasant.” Alex replied as she began eating her food. God, you almost felt nauseous watching someone eat. Food disgusted you right now. “You’re not pulling a Sister Ingalls are you?” Alex asked half jokingly but also sounding a little concerned.

“No, I just haven’t had much of an appetite lately, I feel sick looking at food, it’s probably just my anxiety. Also the food here looks repulsive..” you sighed. 

“I don’t blame you, I would feel anxious too if I was sharing a bunk with the head of C-Block.” said Piper.

You turned your head to the left over where Carol was, she was playing cards surrounded by her posse. You and Carol haven’t really spoken much or been around each other since she basically scared you off the other day. It was kind of an unspoken rule, if Carol was in the room you stayed out of her way and hung around somewhere else until she came out which was pretty often since she was mostly out here playing cards. You were so deep in thought you forgot you were still looking in carol’s direction when you snapped back to reality you saw her staring straight at you with an emotionless expression, you quickly looked away. 

“She’s actually not that bad, I mean besides telling me to get the fuck out the other day. She’s quiet and clean. except for when she’s looking at those magazines of men, that’s when it gets a little uncomfortable. I feel more sorry for you being bunkmates with Badison, Chapman.” you chuckled as Piper’s eyes rolled hearing her roomie’s name. 

“Oh please don’t get her started, it will never end.” Alex groaned, rubbing her temple with her functioning hand. 

“She’s giving you trouble?” You asked, actually concerned. 

“Trouble doesn’t even begin to describe it. She’s a bully!” Piper exclaimed. “There is something deeply wrong with her.” Piper was normally a pretty dramatic person but you knew she wasn’t exaggerating when she was talking about Badison. You’ve only known Badison for a few days but there really was something wrong with her. 

“I think there’s something deeply wrong with everyone here.” Alex replied. “They’re in maximum security for a reason.” 

“I wonder what Carol did.” You said thinking out loud. “Everyone obeys her, shit even Badison is scared of her.”

“All I know is that one of her girls, Creech, is my bunkmate and I want no trouble.” Alex said, continuing to eat her food. 

“Aw, look at that, all of the new cookies eatin’ together. What is this a fuckin pride parade?” you recognized that god awful bostonian accent, it was Badison as she began to sit down at your table. 

“Well you know what they say about us gays, we hang out in flocks.” Alex replied sarcastically. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

“I would’ve never guessed you were a carpet muncher, Mouse. I guess you learn something new everyday.” said Badison. “I better be careful, don’t want you developing a crush on me or anything.” 

“I’m picky with my women, you have nothing to worry about.” Your eyes widened realizing you said that out loud. It would’ve been an awkward silence if it wasn’t for Alex’s small chuckles.

“Oh you’re a funny little thing, now aren't you?” Badison replied, still shocked by what you just said.

“I meant that I'm not really interested in dating while i’m in prison, you know?” you said trying to cover your ass for what you just said. 

“I got what you meant.” Badison said slowly coming closer to you. “You should really be more careful with who you smart off too though. Don’t wanna start off on the wrong foot with anyone here. Remember what I said on your first day. We can make you want to live or die.” Badison whispered and walked her way over towards Carol.

“I’m so fucked.” You said worryingly.

“Badison’s not gonna do shit, she just wants to scare you two.” Alex said, trying to comfort you. 

You nodded. You looked over your shoulder once more to see Badison next to Carol as she played a card game with the other girls. You couldn’t help but feel a small pit of worry in your stomach. 

Later that evening a few hours before lights out, you decided to go take a shower, something you had been avoiding for the past few days. It’s not that you were unhygienic, it's just you had been slightly depressed from the big transition of moving from up the hill to down the hill. 

You took a quick look around the shower room, thank god it was empty. Empty showers were a rarity in any prison. 

It was when you were washing your hair that you heard a couple of footsteps walking in. Well, that was a nice five minutes of peace and quiet. You ignored it and continued to rinse the shampoo out of your hair. Suddenly, you felt an arm wrap around your chest and something pointy and sharp being pressed against your right jugular. 

“If you scream, I swear to god I will push this into your neck. You got that?” You nodded trying to hold back your tears. The arms around you flip you over and you’re faced to see two of Badison’s friends Eckelcamp and Teng. 

“What did I do?” you asked quietly and shakily, almost choking trying to hold back your tears. You’ve mostly kept to yourself this whole time here, actively trying to avoid any trouble, you certainly don’t remember doing anything to these two. This is the first time you’ve even spoken to them.

“You disrespected Badison, bitch.” Eckelcamp said, still extremely close to your face. She wrapped her hand around your neck tightly with the shiv still firmly pressed against your neck. You were barely able to breathe. “Next time Badison talks to you, have some fucking manners.” she said slamming your back hard against the shower wall. You did your best to hold back a yelp. Getting stabbed in the neck with a dirty shiv was not the move for today.

“Next time you see her, apologize.” said Teng, “We’ll be watching. Let’s get out of here before a CO comes.” 

Eckelcamp nodded in agreement and looked at you once more and yanked your hair pulling you down to the hard wet tile of the bathroom and left. 

You waited till you heard their footsteps disappear to crawl into a ball and sob under the now cold running water of the shower. So this is what Badison meant when she said live or die. Your hands gently rubbed your possibly bruised neck. You finished your shower and got dressed before anyone walked in and saw you like this. 

Once you returned to the common room, your eyes scanned the room for Badison. You looked over at Carol’s table, her usual spot but she was absent. You met eyes with Eckelcamp and Teng. Ignoring them you made your way to Badison and Piper’s cell. You really hated the fact that you were being practically forced to apologize to her but this bitch was not worth a stab in the neck with a dirty shiv. 

Once you got to the cell you saw Badison laying on her bunk and Piper in hers reading a book. You lightly knocked on the open door. 

“Hey, (L/N).” Piper said smiling but her smile quickly faded almost as if she could sense something not right with you.

“Hey, Chapman.” you smiled trying to not seem suspicious, as much as you liked Piper she had a tendency to involve herself in situations that she didn’t belong in. 

“The fuck do you want, Mouse?” Badison asked sarcastically as she laid up from her bunk. She knew exactly what the fuck you wanted. 

“I was wondering if I could have a word with you.” You asked. “Out here. In Private.”

“Whatever you need to say you can say it here with me and Gapman.”

“Please, Badison.” You were trying to hide the impatience in your voice. Piper was already looking at you suspiciously. 

“Only because you said please.” Badison said she climbed down her bunk making her way out the bunk. 

You walked over under the stairs. “I wanted to formally apologize to you for disrespecting you.” You said trying to sound sincere.

“I see you met Eckelcamp and Teng.” She chuckled looking at your neck. “Oh, those are gonna be some ugly bruises tomorrow.” 

“It’s not like I have anyone to look beautiful for here.” you said rubbing your neck.

“Aw, you don’t wanna look pretty for your lesbo girlfriends.” Badison said, as she made a pouty face.

“You mean Chapman and Vause? Just because we’re gay doesn’t mean we’re dating eachother.” You were actually confused. Was she actually that dumb?

“What?” She looked visibly confused. “Anyway, That was a shitty apology.”

“What do you want from me, Badison?” You said already fed up.

“I don’t like you. I can look past that though if you fill up my commissary for the next two weeks. Don’t be stingy with me, (L/N). I know you got plenty of money.” She said with that sleazy fucking smile.

“Fine, deal.” You really didn’t want to do this but you also didn’t want anymore trouble with Badison or the rest of Carol’s gang.

“I accept your apology.” Badison said.

As you were about to turn around to leave you felt Badison’s foot slide under yours causing you to trip and fall hard on the ground. You heard Badison let out a loud laugh. You could feel your eyes well up with tears again and this time you didn’t even bother to stop them from flowing. Let them see you cry, you didn’t care anymore. 

“Oops.” Badison said as she continued to laugh.

“(L/N), are you okay?” You heard Piper's voice as she tried to help you up. You must have hit the floor hard enough if Piper heard you fall from her cell.

“I’m fine, Chapman. Just go, don’t make this worse for the both of us.” You snapped as you stood up from the ground. You wanted to yelp from the shock of pain that shot through your body. 

You looked over to see everyone at Carol’s table laughing, except for Carol. Your red puffy tear filled eyes locked with hers for a second. You looked away embarrassed. You hurried as fast as you could up the stairs to your cell. You wanted to lay down and hope you woke up from this fucking nightmare.

As soon as you reached your cell you climbed to the top bunk and crawled up into a small ball and just sobbed. You hated being seen as weak here. You didn’t like giving these people that power over you but you couldn’t help it. You were so wrong on your first day, you were finally beginning to crack. You weren’t sure how long you were crying but your sobs finally turned to small sniffles. 

“You new cookies really do crumble quickly.” You heard that stern cold voice say. You lifted your head up to meet eyes with Carol. This is the second time she’s ever actually spoken to you. You quickly wiped your tears away. “Are you gonna say something or are you just gonna keep looking at me all pitiful?” Carol said as she leaned against the wall of the cell with her arms crossed. 

“I don’t really have anything to say.” You continued to sniffle. “At least not without having to worry about getting shanked in the shower.” 

“Oh, so that explains your neck.” Carol chuckled.

Damn was it really that noticeable already?

“I thought you would’ve known, your girls are the ones who did it.” You replied with a slight attitude putting your head back down. 

“Whatever Badison has the other girls do has nothing to do with me.” Carol replied. 

“I’ve been here for three days and you’ve never bothered to speak to me. Why the sudden change?” You asked. 

“Am I bothering you?” Carol replied almost as if she was slightly offended.

“No, you’re not. Sorry, that sounded a lot ruder than it did in my head.” You rubbed your eyes, Please don’t beat my ass. You prayed. You had enough ass beatings for the rest of your sentence.

“I’m talking to you because I believe you have potential, (L/N).”  Carol said with a slight smirk.

“Potential?” You asked, confused. What the hell does she mean by that?

“I want you to work for me. I can tell you’re smarter than most of these other girls here. It also makes sense considering the fact that we are sharing a cell together.” Carol said. She did have a point. Carol was not someone to be enemies with. 

“I mean I guess. Look Carol, I’m just trying to keep my nose clean, do my time and-“

“And what? Avoid getting in any trouble? What happens if you get into another disagreement with another inmate and she starts a fight with you? You’re gonna get fed up with being someone’s punching bag and you’ll fight back. The COs aren’t going to see it as self defense. They’ll happily throw you into the SHU and add more time onto your sentence. Stick by me and I’ll make sure Badison or any other girls never lay a finger on you.” Carol did make a good point. “See me as a type of safety net, if you will.”

“Can you give me time to think about it?” You asked not sure if you would be able to do it.

“The offer is off the table then. Continue getting your ass beat. It’s not hurting me.” Carol said, trying to hide her annoyance. 

You sat and thought about it for a minute. You knew you weren’t going to be able to just continue getting beat on. You were going to break at some point. You looked up at Carol and took a deep breath in. 

“Okay, I’ll do it.” You had three years left on your sentence, that’s not a lot of time, you could do this. 

“Shake on it.” Carol said coming up to you with her hand out. 

You looked at her, a small smile forming at the corners of your lips. “Okay, boss.” You said as you shook her hand.

“Sit down here kid, I’m gonna show you how to play Bridge.” Carol said sitting on her bed as she began to shuffle a deck of cards.

“Bridge? Is that the game you’re always playing?” you asked as you slowly began to crawl off the top bed. Trying to ignore the pain in your sore arms and legs.

“Yep, It’s best I teach you now, you’re going to be playing a lot of it.” Carol said, laying out the cards in front of you as you sat down. “Shall we begin?” 

What the hell am I getting myself into. You thought to yourself as you watched Carol explain bridge to you.

Chapter 3 here

[pallidpunkprincess]

Stop pitting two bad bitched against eachother

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[sheerbeautyreigns]

DESIRE

Part 79 (Last Chapter)

I'm considering uploading the whole story onto Wattpad or another fiction site (recommendations welcome). There are actually 128 chapters but I condensed them down for posting on here.

Thanks to everyone who followed it and I hope you liked it! Thinking about what to write next 🤔

Hey,” Paul greeted with a small smile. He was wearing his charcoal suit pants and a white shirt. “You look great.” He told Joe, who was wearing a grey suit and a black shirt. Not his usual colours but they really suited him. “Thanks.” Joe gave a smile while he walked into the suite. It must’ve been one of the best suites in the hotel. “Where’s Andrew.”

“He’ll be here soon. Now tonight, you follow my lead. As far as he’s concerned, we’re still together. Understand?” Joe nodded. Paul went to the bar and poured him a glass of bourbon on the rocks. “This ought to loosen you up a bit.” Joe took the glass from him. At that moment, there was a knock at the door. “That’s him.” Paul went to answer while Joe distracted himself with the night time view outside and then returned to the seating area.

“Hey Joe.” Andrew smiled. He was dressed in a dark blue suit and white shirt. He pulled him in and kissed him on the cheek. “Hey, good to see you again.” Paul handed him a glass of wine. Both Paul and Andrew lowered to the sofa, with Joe sat in between them. As before, Paul kept his hand on Joe’s thigh while they spoke. “Baby, why don’t you start getting undressed. Make yourself comfortable in the bedroom. I’ll be in with you soon.”

Joe obeyed, setting his glass down on the coffee table. He felt sick with nerves as he undressed. He noticed that there were already black leather restraints on each corner of the bed. His stomach dropped. Before he could move, Paul arrived on the bedroom closing the door discreetly behind him. There was something different about being naked in front of Paul now that they were no longer together. He could feel his eyes tracing over every inch of his skin. “I’ve missed this sight.” He cooed, growing closer to Joe. “Now, as you know, Andrew has a dominant streak. He wants to play with you tonight. Just go with it. I’ll be in the living room. You’ll be fine.” He edged in and kissed Joe softly. Before Joe could reciprocate, Paul was moving him towards the bed. “Now, on your stomach.” Joe hesitated, looking up at Paul. “I don’t want to.”

“This is not the time. Now, come on. Do as I say.” Joe knew he wouldn’t get out of this situation easily. “Paul please. I don’t-“ In that instant, the older man grabbed him by the throat. “Now listen here. You fuck this up for me tonight and I’ll not hesitate to fire Drew. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Yes Sir.” Joe coughed as Paul let him go. The young man quickly lay on his stomach, assuming the position as Paul went about restraining him. “You’ll need something to bite down on considering how hard you’re gonna be fucked tonight.” Joe was filled with overwhelming dread as Paul forced a ball gag in his reluctant mouth and buckled it at the back of his head. He then went about undoing his man bun and tousled his hair down his back. “He likes your hair down.”

Paul slid his hand down over the goosebumps that covered Joe’s back and slapped his ass hard. The young man winced. Paul opened the door. “He’s waiting for you.” He told Andrew. “What a view.” He came into the bedroom, already stripped off. “Paul, you’re too good to me.” He flirted, climbing up on the bed. “You two have fun.” Joe was left alone with him now that the door had been closed. Andrew moaned, running his hands over Joe’s buttocks. “I’ve been waiting for this since we last fucked Joe. Haven’t stopped thinking about it.” He said seductively. He reached over to the bedside cabinet for the bottle of lubricant and dripped it onto Joe’s opening.

He prepared his entrance and went about entering him. It had been about a month since he was last fucked. In fact, Andrew was the last person to fuck him. This realisation came to Joe’s mind as he winced, breathing deeply, trying to relax. “Shhh, it’s OK. I’m almost in. You weren’t crying the last time I was fucking you.” He smirked, burying his cock in Joe’s ass and starting to grind into him. The young man moaned and groaned into the gag as Andrew started to fuck him.

In the living room area, Paul could hear the combination of Andrew’s fucking and Joe’s cries. Part of him wanted to go in and stop it but he wanted Joe to pay. He could never get over him cheating on him again with Drew. He could hear Andrew cumming so Paul started to undress. The noise in the bedroom died down and the door opened moments after. “Christ man, you are one lucky son of a bitch.” Andrew proclaimed with a smile before Paul pulled him into a kiss, squeezing his ass. “Don’t I know it.” While Andrew went into the bathroom, Paul went to check in on Joe. “Now that wasn’t so bad.” He smirked, climbing up onto the bed. Joe’s opening was still gaping. He undid the gag and set it on the bedside. Joe didn’t want to look at him. “So it’s gonna be like that?”

“Fuck you, just get this over and done with.” Joe seethed. Paul was taken aback from his response. He scowled as he positioned himself in between Joe’s legs and forced his cock into the gaping hole. Joe gasped aloud, straining against his bonds. He shut his eyes hard and pursed his lips, breathing heavily as Paul fucked him. “Good boy. Gooood boy.” He encouraged as Andrew took a seat and watched from Paul’s left.

Joe kept his eyes closed the whole time he was being fucked, trying to block out this humiliation. Never did he imagine that Paul could do this to him. When he was finished, he leaned down and whispered into Joe’s ear. He could already see that he must be in pain now, judging how red his opening was. “That’s it for now. You can leave after Andrew so go and clean yourself up in the meantime.” He let Joe limp into the ensuite. There, the young man burst into tears as soon as the door was closed. He turned the shower on in the cool setting and lowered to the ground, letting himself get soaked. He felt disgusted with not only Paul, but also with himself for letting this happen. He couldn’t believe Paul would stoop so low as to threaten to fire Drew if he didn’t comply.

He told himself just to go with it tonight and then that would be it. After a while, there was a knock on the door. Joe knew it was Paul. He turned off the spray and unlocked the door. Paul was now wearing a dark blue robe. As he closed the door behind him, Joe edged towards the sink area. “It’s OK.” The older man raised his hands. “Andrew’s just left.” Knowing that it was just him and Paul now, tears sprung to Joe’s eyes. Paul approached him but Joe turned away from him. “Please don’t.” He looked shaken.

Paul kept his distance. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise. Just, let me see you.” Reluctantly, Joe looked over his shoulder. His eyes looked so red from crying. “Is this it now?” Joe asked. “Yeah, it is. You can go.” It pained Paul to say those words but this time, it was over. “I can’t let anyone see me like this.”

“Take your time. There’s no rush.” Paul eyed a white robe hung up by the shower. He took it down “Here, put this on.” Joe nodded and slipped into it. He then splashed some water in his face to try to revive his eyes. Paul stepped out of the ensuite as Joe was patting his face dry. He walked over to the window and took in the view of the city and the hustle and bustle on the streets below. His mind traced back to the last time they stayed in New York. The time he took Joe to Michael’s and how things were never the same since.

He cursed himself for bringing Michael into the fold. He had ruined Joe and he would probably never be the same again. As much as he still loved him, Paul had to let him go. It could never work for them. In the midst of his thoughts, he saw the reflection of Joe coming out of the ensuite. He turned to check on him. He looked like he’d been crying again. He looked lost. Paul approached him slowly. “Why don’t you sit down. I’ll pour you a drink.”

He poured him another glass of bourbon on the rocks. Joe cradled the glass in his hands before drinking it as Paul watched from the mini bar area. Hesitantly, he sat close to him on the sofa. “I guess now we’re even?” Joe asked, breaking the silence. After everything he’d put Joe through, he had to agree. “We had some good times.”

Joe nodded, finishing off the last of his drink before rising to his feet. “Thanks for that.” He then went into the bedroom slowly and threw off his robe. Paul appeared in the door frame as Joe was slipping into his boxers. The young man paused, looking at him.

“You’re leaving?” He sounded disappointed. “It’s late. I doubt anyone will see me.” Paul nodded and continued to watch as Joe got dressed until he returned to the living room again, lowering to the end of the sofa. His hands fidgeted with the material on the arm. Joe came out of the bedroom and slowed at the back of the sofa. He looked down at the back of Paul’s head. It was like he wanted to say something but instead he went for the door. He placed his hand on the handle and impulsively looked back at Paul once more. He now had his head rested in his right hand, looking down on the ground. An awful feeling hit the pit of Joe’s stomach before Joe opened the door and finally left the room.

It was the first night of Wrestlemania in Tampa when they next saw eachother. The backstage area was busy and everyone was getting ready to assume their positions on stage with the McMahon family. Paul eyed Joe as he stood next to Vince, out front. An overwhelming sense of pride filled him when he saw how good Joe looked. He had been working so hard on himself since they last saw each other.

Across the backstage area, their eyes finally met. “You look real good.” He told him when he got him alone. “I’ve been trying to distract myself.” Joe confessed. “I know. I know. Have you…been seeing anyone.” The older man asked, out of curiosity. “Yeah. I needed to move on.” Paul’s heart sank at these words. “Of course…Well, it’s good to see you looking happy, healthy…guess I’ll see you around.” Paul gently grasped his bicep before walking away. As he watched him, Colby appeared. “What was that all about?”

“Nothing babe. Just weird seeing him again.” Joe lowered his head. “Does he know about us?” Colby asked, looking at him. “No. I don’t think so.” Joe kept his eyes on Paul as he moved further away. Every now and then, their eyes would meet. “I need to get ready for my match.” Colby interrupted his thoughts. “OK babe. I’ll be watching.” Joe hugged him and watched him leave. A few moments later, Joe’s phone rang. It was Paul. He was nowhere to be seen. “Hello?”

“Can I see you for a moment. In private?” Paul asked. A strange feeling hit the base of Joe’s stomach. He hadn’t felt this feeling in a while. “OK. Where are you?”

“I have a private box upstairs. It’s box B, on the right when you get to the top of the stairs.” Paul instructed. “OK, I’ll see you soon.” Paul paced the room, occasionally stopping to look out at the great view of Raymond James Stadium. A firm knock indicated that Joe had arrived. Paul answered the door and looked him over as he entered. He looked a bit bigger than before. He’d been hitting the gym, hard. “Look at this view.”

“I thought you might like it.” Paul smiled. “Drink?” Joe hesitated for a moment but obliged. “Sure.” He took a seat on the plush, black leather sofa, taking in the view. Paul handed him the glass and sat a few feet away. “To…a five time main eventer.” Paul toasted “Five Star General.” Joe concluded as their glasses clinked.

“You know I don’t like to beat around the bush so I’m just gonna come out and say it. I miss you.” He wasn’t lying. “Paul, I told you. I’m with someone.”

“Hasn’t stopped you before.” He was right. “OK. Maybe I deserved that one.” Paul took a sip of his wine. “So…who’s the lucky guy, huh?” Joe eyed him as he took a mouthful. “Why do you wanna know?”

“I’m just interested. I’m guessing it’s either Drew…or Seth. It was always between those two for you wasn’t it?” Joe looked down and smiled a little “Why do you care? You finished things in January. You can’t expect me to wait around for you to change your mind. I’ve moved on.”

“I don’t think you have. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here now. You’d be with lover boy.” At that moment, Colby’s music hit and the crowd went wild. Joe stood and looked out for him. Paul rose and followed his gaze. “It’s Colby. Isn’t it.”

“So what if it is? He makes me happy.” Paul looked out at Colby as he made his entrance. “Didn’t I make you happy?” Paul asked lowly. “You hurt me.”

“Wasn’t that what you wanted? The masochistic side of you?” Paul said smoothly. “I bet you don’t get that with Colby. I know his tendencies.” Joe looked out at the ring where his lover stood, limbering up for his match. “It’s not all about that anymore. I just want to be happy…and I am.” Joe looked him dead in the eye before turning to leave, “It won’t last.” Paul warned causing Joe to turn on his heel. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think you know exactly what that means. You know you’ll be back. You know this is where you belong.” Paul knew all too well. Despite their short time together, they had been through so much together. “Go fuck yourself Paul.” And that was it, Joe was gone. For good this time.

[marciaownsmylife]

purly hc - “what could go wrong”

curly sneaks ponyboy out to a concert that he is not supposed to be at

•ponyboy is stupid in love exhibit A

•the entire town was buzzing for spring break because there was a rock concert being held at the drive-in

•concerts didn’t happen often in tulsa and when they did they were usually some boring old people music the parents went to

•so just about every teen in tulsa had a ticket or knew someone or was gonna sneak in

•except ya boi ponyboy

•darry said no, and ponyboy begged for weeks and weeks but darry was not budging in the slightest

•soda was going tho, but he didn’t have school and he could pay for his own ticket

•practically everyone in the gang was going, except for darry and ponyboy

•pony was so upset over this, he had been sulking anytime anyone mentioned it, and it’s all everyone talked about, so that was a lot

•even dallas has gotten johnny a ticket, darry wasn’t too keen on that but it wasn’t his place to judge

•curly however was not only certain that he was going, this bitch had a whole ass plan to get on the stage

•and pony was apart of this plan

•so it came quite a shock to him when he tried to explain what pony had to do, that ponyboy told him he wasn’t going

•”what tf do u mean you’re not going?! how am i supposed to become tulsa’s next rockstar if ur not there????”

•pony was already in a bad mood because of the concert being mentioned so he wasn’t humouring curlys jokes (curly was dead serious tho, we been knew)

•but curly always got his way so he decided that he would just have to do a little more thinking than he was used to

•which was any sort of thinking in the first place

•curly suggested to pony that he’d just sneak out

•pony pointed out that he still didn’t have a ticket

•”leave that part to me, baby curtis, all you gotta do is be at your window”

•and so it was settled ponyboy was going

•but he made curly promise not to get on stage because if ponyboy was going he had to be careful not to run into any of the gang,

•darry had personally told them that there would be a cash reward for anyone who snitched on ponyboy, and this wasn’t just for the concert this was in general

•most of the gang didn’t really snitch that often but they all knew that the cash would be high if pony was caught at the concert

•curly was fine with it, as long as he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing, whether that be sneaking pony out or getting up on stage, he was cool

•the night of the concert came and pony had gotten dressed with his pyjamas over his clothes and gotten into bed, he’d also made sure to be extra pissy that day so everyone knew he was pissed off because he ‘wasn’t going’

•which was pretty easy because being a brat was like his specialty with him being the youngest child and everything

•soda and steve has already left, so all pony had to do was wait until darry went to bed

•darry was a heavy sleeper, once he was down he wasn’t getting up until tomorrow

•but of course, he went to bed late tonight to make sure pony was asleep before him, or so he thought

•tap tap tap

•right on cue, that would be curly

•pony stripped off his pyjama layer until he was in his normal clothes and tugged on his shoes

•he opened his window, with as little squeaking as possible, to see curly with his signature grin

•”why ponybabes you look stunning,”

•”it’s the same thing i wore to school today,”

•”did i stutter,”

•they hurry to the drive-in because darry had made them late by going to bed later

•by the time they get there they missed the first song but it didn’t matter to them much, now at least all the flashing lights were already going and it would be harder for people to recognize them (more so ponyboy)

•pony had obviously forgotten his jacket because it’s what he does, so he grabs curlys because it’s fucking freezing

•after they had shown their tickets to the guy at the door, he had put X’s on their hands to show they were under 21 and shouldn’t be served at the bar

•curly wasn’t happy about this, he tried to convince the guy that he was 22, it didn’t work for a second

•they get in and decide to stay around the edges of the crowd to avoid people they knew

•pony was having the time of his life, the adrenaline of sneaking out and the excitement of being able the feel the guitar solo shake the ground was the best thing he had ever felt (bc he’s a virgin lol)

•curly was happy because pony was happy, he even managed to convince him to dance

•as the night went on the boys hadn’t seen anyone they knew, and they had even been to the bar to get water (to curlys disappointment), so they started getting closer to the middle

•curly really wanted to show ponyboy the pit before the show ended so they made their way there for the last couple songs

•this is where it gets tricky

•as another song started the singer instructed for people to get on eachothers shoulders

•curly thought this was a great idea

•and they had managed to sneak a beer each from the bar in the end so ponyboy wasn’t really at his best thinking capacity

•so pony got on curlys shoulders and it was all going fine until he looked to his right and saw johnny about three feet away from him on dally’s shoulders

•johnny didn’t see him yet so pony still had a chance, tugged on curlys hair to get his attention and motioned for him to let him down

•curly did so straight away because he thought pony was about to fall, when pony was down he pointed out johnny and dallas to curly, they were still pretty close to them

•they pushed through the crowd and we able to get away

•until pony bashed straight into his brother soda

•pony thought they were done for, his whole life was gonna be spent locked up in his room because darry was never gonna let him out again

•but he didn’t have long to contemplate his doom, before soda hurled on the ground next to him, and pony quickly put together that sodapop was absolutely shitfaced drunk, he probably didn’t even recognize ponyboy

•pony wanted to help him, but he knew if soda was here steve wasn’t far behind and he didn’t want to push his luck so he left his poor brother heaving up his dinner on the ground

•he raced after curly to catch up with him

•once they had evaded the gang they made a stop a the port-i-loos and decided they would leave now before the last song so ponyboy would be home in bed before soda stumbled in, ponyboy wasnt so sure that soda was even coming home that night but they had to be sure they weren’t caught

•two-bit finally made his appearance when they were on their way out, he was also on his way out but it wasn’t his decision

•he was getting dragged out by security for being too drunk. two had a surprisingly good memory so if he saw them he would remember it, no matter how drunk he was

•curly had spotted him just before two-bit looked their way, he was going to see them either way, so the only chance they had was to make sure he wouldn’t recognize them

•so curly did what any rational tipsy teenager would do, he shoved ponyboy up against a wall and started making out with him, covering ponyboy from view in the process

•it took ponyboy by almost complete surprise, almost because curly was a sucker for spontaneous kisses, pony just wasn’t expecting him to be so rough but then again curly had to make it look like it was some random broad he was with

•it worked, but pony and curly had forgotten all about two-bit by the time they were done, and two-bit was long gone by then

•they got back to pony’s house and snuck him through the window without waking darry and they kissed goodbye and that was that

•it like 5am when they got back and pony had to get up for school 2 hours later and he was not feeling it fam, let me tell you, this boy had never felt to tired in his 14 years of life

•darry was suspicious but pony had the perfect excuse that he didn’t sleep well because soda wasn’t there and he got a nightmare so he was covered on that front

•school however he had no choice but to go or darry would have known, it wasn’t too bad since most of the school were either taking the day off or in the same boat as him since they were all at the concert too

•the teachers knew what was up too so they didn’t really bother much that day

•he was walking home with johnny, he was honestly surprised johnny went to school today until johnny told him that he wasn’t actually at school

•he just showed up to talk to ponyboy after

•now ponyboy was like (nervous laugh) hehehehe whaaaattt ???

•johnny doesn’t fuck around, he gets to the point

•”so like are you and curly a thing??”

•ponyboy is just kinda like ‘deny until you die’

•”what? no, i don’t even know him, like, curly who???”

•spoiler it doesn’t work

•turns out johnny and dallas had seen them in the pit, they were gonna say hi after the song but curly and pony had sketched before then

•pony was like “shit when are you gonna cash in to darry and snitch on me then,”

•he had accepted his fate

•”nah man i’m not gonna do that, and it took me all morning to convince dal not to either,”

•pony’s like tf?? why not?? because if he’s being honest if he were johnny he’d be cashing in as soon as he could

•but what ponyboy didn’t know was that before he saw johnny and dallas, curly had.

•but not in the pit, behind the bar

•they had been making out

•so curly had this information that johnny had assumed he told pony about but clearly he hadn’t

•by now pony caught on to the fact that johnny thought he knew something so he played along

•they switched the subject after that, but johnny hadn’t forgotten that pony still hadn’t answered his previous question about him and curly, he decided to leave it for now

•soda had stayed at steve’s the night before and when ponyboy got home, darry was too busy lecturing soda on his drinking that night to even notice ponyboy practically passing out as soon as he got in the door

•but in the end, curly and pony counted this as a win

anotherrr purly hc because i love these boysss, my online school started back from easter break today so there might not be any more hc too soon :(((

but i have 2 more ideas lined up, one for jally and one for johnnyboy

i also kinda want to do a point of view from jally of this night at the concert idk we’ll see

[thenixkat]

Voltron notes 2 (edited)

Ep 2

We get the full opening this time. Its pretty bland. Like? What is the music trying to go for b/c its not reaching it. Otherwise mostly generic action/scifi.

Where did Hunk get those jammies? Shiro is an early bird. Where’d Lance get those jammies? And that skincare mask and eyecover? Those are Pidge’s headphones? Sleeps to music and an emergency alarm is not waking him up.

Keith was awake but not up and that’s valid. He doesn’t have jammies. Keith is ready to fucking go

Pidge just fucking fell asleep working on the computer while sitting on the floor in the medbay

Ya know what? I don’t like Allura’s nose. Give her a fucking negro nose you cowards.

Severed heads cant talk, they don’t have lungs or a diaphragm

75 degrees what? Does Altean meat thermometers record shit in fahrenheit? 

Lance arrives 15 mins late with a drink and fabulous skin. Where’d he get the slippers?

Actually… Hunk, Lance, Pidge were attending a military school. And Shiro graduated and was teaching at that school. They should be used to this sort of shit?

But also how the fuck are they supposed to know when its morning on an alien fucking planet? Were they even able to get at least 8 hours of sleep?

??? ALien timekeeping gibberish but I guess Wednesday? They’ve been in space for ~2 days?

Your mission is to free most known inhabited planets? Yer not gonna accomplish that in your lifetime. Especially not their lifetime.

Ranked by height.

Why can’t they go back to Earth and pick up supplies and/or help and/or let their families know they're ok? The lions can generate portals. The kids with families need to talk to them. What about Mrs. Holt? Also go check and make sure that Earth isn’t being fucking invaded. Make Earth yer first stop on your Voltron coalition?

Also how they gonna form Voltron if they barely know each other?

Why is Allura in charge?

HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I HATE FAT JOKES?! 

What shitty writers.

Why break up a sequence that we’ve not seen b4 with a shitty attempt at humor?

How do the controls for the lions work?

Again these kids barely fucking know eachother.

Keith tries. Lance be nice.

What is this joke? Also why can’t the other lions also be the head? We know they can fucking shapeshift and shunt/pull mass from the aether

What the fuck Allura. Are you trying to kill them? Why the fuck is she in charge?

Lace tries to go back into the castle to avoid being shot by Allura and just fucking misses the fact that the force field is up?

Hunk tries begging for mercy. Allura doesn’t give a shit and continues to use deadly live ammo on these kids. Why is she the leader?

This bitch turns on the auto lock and just fucking leaves the control panel. Imagine if one of these kids fucking died from this? How’s that for team morale! 

Why the fuck is she the leader and who let her use the fucking weapons?

Also, people fucking live on this planet. Allura just fucking exploded a decent fucking chunk of the land surrounding the castle with no fucking heed to checking to make sure no one got hurt.

Zarkon doesn’t give a shit about his people. And doesn’t understand what luck is.

Today a Galra general/commander/someshit finds out that compassion and good leadership skills get you punished.

How the fuck did this dipshit keep and empire going for 10000 yr?

Wow Allura! It's like shitty leadership skills don’t produce the results you want!

Keith is very honest.

Ok but like these kids have to be talking shit about Allura behind her back.

Hunk asks good questions. When the fuck are they going back to Earth?

Also Pidge nice to see you give no shits at all about your mom.

It's almost like these kids barely know each other or how to work together as a team and have very different priorities.

Also like? Pretty sure the lions also have a say as to whether they form Voltron? Like we know those bitches are sentient, maybe the lions are the reason they can’t form Voltron either?

These kids don’t even know all the functions of their paladin armors yet! But yeah, combat scenario that’s what they need

What is the point of Lance’s one sided rivalry with Keith?

Why the fuck is the maze electrified? It doesn’t need to be. And did Coran take human anatomy into effect when calibrating the voltage? I don’t think so.

Keith is trying and I respect that

Why? Why a dangerous nose dive bonding? Shouldn’t they try hanging out with their lion and talking to them first? Not everything needs to be potentially deadly during training

Expert level drill that they shouldn’t be trying until they’ve had years of experience. So what if one of them fucking dies during the drill? You gonna be up shit creek without a paddle

Why would anyone put a feature in a helmet that would allow someone to remotely blind them? Why put a blinding feature in a helmet? The shit could glitch at the wrong moment and then someone fucking dies.

Can Lance just not read Keith’s voice?

How incredibly lucky that they landed in sand and not on the hard earth or any of those rocky buildings strewn about

Shiro has the best bond with his lion. Glowy eyes

Wow actual bonding attempts.

Coran attempts good leadership. Like yes? Give people breaks and make sure they’re hydrated

Ok but like the bonding actually works? Like maybe mindmelding with a bit too much for this stage but actually trying to like bond and work together is a good

Oh fuck off Allura

I don’t see this fight going well. They’ve got an engineer, a navigator/tech support, and 3 pilots. Out of the 5 humans only two seem to have like actual combat experience. Like? Teach these kids how to fight before throwing them in the pit, might be helpful

Yeah, teaching people how to fight and use their weapons is probably very helpful

I still don’t think Coran and Allura are taking human physiology into account with their calibrations on this shit

Lance might have a concussion. 

And Shiro needs therapy

Wow Allura, it's almost like they aren’t Alteans. It's almost like most of them have no real combat experience. Its almost like some of them don’t know how to effectively use their weapons in this situation. Also why are Altean children fighting fucking gladiator robots if yall peaceful.

Its almost like they’ve only been at this shit for two fucking days Allura.

Let Lance cuss

Coran is a lot better than this than Allura.

Ok this type of exercise is the short that they should have been doing more of. Just fucking working together and team bonding

Haggar can use the Force

So did she design the robeast with the gladiator dude in mind? She would have had to given the appearance of it. How long does it take to make a giant robot?

What the fuck Lance? Why are you so hostile to Keith? This makes no sense

American revolution against the space Brits

Yes they should yell at Allura. She’s been fucking unreasonable and could have gotten them killed with the fucking shooting at them earlier and she’s mostly fucking yelled at them today.

Also princess of fucking what? A building and a retainer? She ain’t got no kingdom and they don’t have to respect her nonexistent authority.

Damn right Pidge, princess of fucking what?

Allura hits Pidge with food for not respecting her nonexistent authority

My man Keith steppin in and defending his teammate

Coran’s got some skill but I’m rootin for the humans

Ya know, the foodfight coulda been both a nice bonding thing and a decent action piece. Still frames aren't action

The kids won.

Yes bonding. Team bonding is what they needed. Not bad drills.

Also Allura yer bitch ass better not try to spin this like you planned this shit

Stock footage

Allura’s bitch ass is trying to spin the food fight like she planned it

Bonding and hugs are good

I’m just gonna assume that all of the paladins AND lions have to be on the same page to make Voltron

Hunk bear hug

Pidge has secrets

Also if Pidge really looks so much like her brother that people look at her photo and mistake her for him how the fuck did her disguise work?

So how does Zarkon expect to have a giant robot both kill the paladins and have Voltron in any form of working condition?