#the one thing we do here is say that women make better engineers

[terrorbirb]

I know I complain about this constantly but it frustrates me whenever I need to edit a template to say "the engineer. She....". Instead of "the engineer. He.....". When it's a female engineer. I don't think anyone else has ever changed the pronouns but IDK! I think we should stop using "he/him" pronouns as the default for engineers on official documents!

Our office is rare in that it's 50% women in engineering so idk why we put up with this.

I know this is a small thing but it frustrates me. I'm really not supposed to edit these letters but I can't help myself with this.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Which CE!babe is most likely to use concerts as a way to be a total creep and perv? Pressing up on unsuspecting women because “Sorry, it’s so packed in here!”

Meanwhile he’s packing something else for you 🍆

I know you expect me to choose someone like Curtis or even Colin, but I’m always down to make this man more pathetic than he already is, so here we go. 

Lost in the Crowd 

Warnings: noncon touching, age gap (reader in early 20s). I write dark fics so buckle up!

As always, please reblog and comment! It's appreciated.

“He didn’t text?” You shield your eyes as you look up at Andy from the porch swing. 

“Guess he forgot,” he sighs, his hands instinctively going to his hips. He’s always doing that. “Still, would’ve been nice to know. I could’ve sold the ticket.” He sucks his teeth and squints as he peers around. “Too bad because I really want to go.” 

“Yeah, I guess they needed the extra help,” you sit up and close the novel in your hand. You’ve given up on finish that paragraph. 

“This was all your dad’s idea,” he huffs. 

“I mean, you can still go,” you shrug. “I’ve been to a few shows on my own.” 

“Hm, yeah but it’s one of those outdoor festivals. Bit... intimidating.” 

You could laugh. Someone like Andy Barber thinking anything is intimidating is cute. You would say that he’s intimidating on his own. He’s not even your dad and yet you feel like you need to earn his approval. 

“Well, anyone else you know who might bite?” You ask. 

“Five minutes before I head out, probably not,” he clucks. “Oh well, I’ll eat the loss.” He turns on his heel and stops short. He pauses and turns back to you. “Um, unless... you don’t look very busy.” 

You look at the novel then at him. You guess you aren’t... But do you really wanna go to a festival packed with that demographic? Well, it’s a free ticket, that’s a pretty good deal. And yet, it’s with Andy. You’re surprised he even listens to music. He doesn’t radiate fun. 

“I’ll go if you buy me a drink. Those places always overcharge,” you barter. 

“Deal,” he accepts triumphantly. He checks his watch, “we can be late if you need time.” 

“Nah, I’ll just find some better shoes and my purse,” you get off the swing with the novel under your arm. “Be right back.” 

You go inside and grab your belt bag and switch out your slides for some sneaker with little embroidered flowers on them. You come out and lock the door. You stop and take your phone out. 

“I’ll let me dad know just in case,” you say. 

“Sure, I’ll wait in the car,” he replies. 

You stand on the porch and key into your dad. ‘Snagged your ticket to the concert. I’ll see you later.’ You send and tuck away your phone. It’s best you keep it hidden. Andy tends to make those little comments; what’s so interesting? I see you smile more at that thing than me. Those old man gripes. 

You get into the passenger seat and buckle up. The engines already humming as his impatient taps in fingertips. He stills his hands and grips the steering wheel. He shifts and backs out onto the street. You’re not super excited but who knows, you might be pleasantly surprised. 

🎤

“You probably won’t know these guys,” Andy says as he hands you a tall plastic cup of beer. “They were big when I was your age.” 

“Hey, I love classic rock. Did you see The Stones?” 

“I’m not that old,” he sniffs. “But I did go to one of their retirement tours.” 

“Of course you did,” you gulp down the hoppy beer and make a face. 

“They had vodka soda,” he suggests. 

“Nah, it’s fine. Beers better in the heat.” You walk along the grass and find a spot where you won’t be jostled by those looking for refreshments. You stand on your toes and peek up at the stage. “And I’ve heard of them. My dad loves to blast them on road trips.” 

“Hm, right,” he snorts. “I get it, I’m old.” 

You shrug and smirk. The sound check begins and the crowd grows restless. You find yourself nearly done the beer as you mindlessly watch the techs at work. 

“Another beer before it starts?” He offers. 

You look at him, “you not having any?” 

“Designated driver,” he says and offers to take your empty. 

“Alright, thanks, but uh, it’s not--” 

“It’s cool. I dragged you here,” he takes the cup and hurries off. 

You sway as you’re left on your own. Your eyes wander and meet another pair. A girl with sandy brown hair with bleached highlights smiles at you. 

“Like your hat,” you say as you’re caught gawking. 

“Oh, thanks! I made it.” 

“What? You made that?” You check out the straw weave. 

“Oh, sure, they have workshops downtown.” She grins, “you from around here?” 

“Yeah, unfortunately,” you kid. 

“You alone?” She wonders. 

“No, I’m here with er... a friend,” you explain. 

“Ah, cool, well, this is Lucas,” she points to the man in a sleeveless flannel next to her, “Wyla,” she points to the girl sipping on a sparkling cooler drink, “I’m Morgan.” 

You give your name, “nice to meet you. You like these guys?” 

She looks at the stage and makes a face, “we came for the opener early today but we don’t wanna go home yet,” she says. 

“Ah, makes sense,” you accept. 

“Hey,” Andy startles you as he steps up beside you, nudging you with his knuckles as he holds a fresh beer. 

“Oh, thanks, Andy,” you take it. 

“Making friends?” He asks. 

You look at Morgan and she side eyes him. She might be confused why he looks your dad’s age but definitely not like he’s your dad. Maybe a stepdad or uncle. You see the verdict in her eyes; you’re lame. 

“Well, enjoy the show,” she says and turns back around. 

“She’s friendly,” Andy comments. 

“Uh yeah,” you agree, “I guess.” 

You sip the beer and the first drum beat hits. The band builds to their first song and get into their set. You bounce to the vaguely familiar rhythm. The crowd starts to close in, pressing tighter and tighter as they seek out a better vantage. 

You find yourself swept up and you stumble just a little. You’re caught by your hip and glance back as Andy gives a strained smile. “Don’t wanna get separated,” he hollers. 

You nod and face the stage again. Honestly, that would be a nightmare. There’s a lot more people here than you expect. 

You move out of an oblivious fan’s way and end up in front of Andy. His hand is still on your hip. You’re overly aware of his touch but don’t think much of it. The lead singer welcomes the crowd and starts the second song; their biggest hit. Even you know it. 

You get into it, bobbing without thinking. As you do, Andy’s other hand settles on your other hip. You wriggle, hoping he’ll let go. He doesn’t. 

The heat builds around you with the crowd. Andy steps closer. You can’t focus on the music or the stage. The air is stolid as you’re penned in from all sides. 

He’s right against you. You still yourself as you feel yourself brush against his front. He keeps moving. What is he doing? 

You squirm as he grinds his pelvis into you. You nearly drop your beer, instead squeezing the plastic cup so it dents. You slosh some over the lip and he loops his arms around you. You gasp and grab his wrist. 

“Andy!” You shout, mortified. 

He holds you against him, rocking you with him as the rigidness in his jeans pokes you. You yipe slap his arm. He’s too strong. What the hell? 

“It’s okay, baby,” he speaks right behind your ear so you can hear him. “I won’t tell dad.” 

[nathaslosthershit]

Team USA (AA23)

(Part of the Blind Items Series [can be read on its own])

Summary: Blind items is back with a new victim, Alex Albon and his American Mclaren race engineer of a girlfriend. With the news comes a very interesting Team Torque episode.

Logan laughed when he saw the tweet. He had been making fun of Alex for his newfound patriotism. Since Alex had started having feelings for this girl, he had been asking Logan for help trying to ‘woo’ her, as if Logan hasn’t actually lived in the US since he was twelve. But his teammate helped him, happy that Alex was not teasing him about America anymore. 

Team Torque:

“Hello everyone, this is Team Torque with Alex and Logan. We are here with our very own special guest! She is a race engineer for McLaren”

“And you girlfriend.” Logan quickly adds.

“And my girlfriend. Thanks for the help Logan.” Alex says, sarcastically. “As usual, this podcast is a mess and will probably not be getting better so apologies for that.”

“We aren’t the best hosts.” Logan adds.

“No we are not. Moving on, would you like to introduce yourself?” Alex asks.

“Yes! Thank you boys. As they said, I am a race engineer for Mclaren.”

“And my girlfriend.” Alex interrupts, copying Logan's previous remark.

“And Alex’s girlfriend.”

“And a fellow American.” Logan adds. 

“Would you boys like to introduce me instead? You seem to be so enthusiastic about it.” She jokes.

Alex had been begging for a while to have her on Team Torque. The team had said if they wanted a race engineer they should have one of their own but both him and Logan were insistent that she join them. After the rumors came out, Williams decided it was best if they brought her to gain control of the narrative again. It helped that she was already well loved by the Williams crew. While she would never help them, as that would be traitorous to her beloved team, she had made friends with a few of the other engineers and had jokingly been offered a job by James Vowles a few times. 

“Sorry honey, we are just excited.” Alex said.

“Yeah! Team America back together.” Logan enthusiastically added. The two had become close since they met, giving Alex a taste of his own medicine by making fun of his ‘Britishness’. He wasn’t too happy at their joint effort to make fun of him but he supposed that it was a good thing they got along so well. 

“Anyway, go on, say a bit about yourself.”

“Okay, as mentioned I am from the US. I was born and raised in New York.”

“Yuck” Logan teased.

“Don’t even start Florida man. I worked for Arrow McLaren’s IndyCar team in the same position, shoutout to my IndyCar family, I love you all lots. Then eventually Zak Brown asked me to come to F1 and I happily joined. Through working for them I met Lando who introduced me to Alex and a few years later we now both live in Monaco together.”

“How was the switch to F1 from IndyCar?” Logan asked.

“Rough at first. IndyCar has a much different sort of atmosphere than Formula 1 as well as fanbase. Plus moving out of the US for the first time was difficult. But it has also been such an amazing opportunity that I can’t complain too much. I am so happy where I am now.” Alex hadn’t known her when she had first gotten to Formula 1 but he had heard stories about how difficult it was. She had shared a lot with him but he also knew it was hard as he hadn't had to do the same. His experiences being a Thai and British driver had helped him understand some, but women were still such a rarity in F1, even if they preached gender equality in the sport, they didn't actually do as much as they could to make it a safe space for women to work. He also realized why she and Logan got along so well. Even if they hadn’t grown up close to each other, their shared identity of being an American in a primarily European sport had brought them together. 

The interviewing portion stopped after there, as Alex and Logan were terrible interviewers, but the conversations were still entertaining and it had become viral once it was uploaded. Viewers were excited to see Alex and his girlfriend, as well as Team USA.

mclaren

mclaren  williamsracing we will keep her if you don’t mind 

alex_albon Idk you might want to keep an eye on her

williamsracing may the best team win ;)

logansargeant Team USA can't be stopped

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

There’s only one bed

Summary: you and Nat go in a mission and there’s only one bed

Word Count: 1.7k

fluff

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Natasha's POV:

Fury Just called me into his office to have a mission debriefing. Normally we'd have the brief with all the Avengers but, this is an undercover mission and let's just say majority of the team aren't very good at that. They blow their cover all the time and can't persuade people to save their lives. Ironic because that's exactly what it does on missions, save their life.

I've been told I'm going with someone but a name hasn't been given yet. I hope it's not an Agent from the academy. They're all newbies so I'll have to hold their hand the whole mission because they're clueless. As I'm walking I bump into Wanda.

"Oh hey, good luck on your mission!" she cheerfully said.

"Thanks also, do you know who I'm going with? I mean like any details about them?"

"All I know is apparently she's very popular among her fellow students, and by that I mean, she's hot."

"Students?! Great, so she's from the academy?"

"Yeah but, Fury wouldn't send her with you if she couldn't handle it."

"I guess your right but they can be really annoying needing to be walked through every single step of the mission."

"I guess you're right but, rumour has it, she's the best of the best. Your level even."

"Ha, I've heard that one a hundred times before, no one's better than me c'mon Wands you know that."

"Haha, yeaah I know Nat but just give her a chance?"

"Fine, I will but, I got to get to Fury now, I'll see you around."

"Bye, good luck!"

We parted ways and I gave her a smile. I walked into Fury's office and was welcomed by the sight of a beautiful woman with wavy y/h/c and shining y/e/c eyes. I going to be honest Wanda wasn't lying, she's perfect. Oh my god, I can't be thinking about these things she's my mission partner! She was already sat down in a chair opposite Fury when I came in so I took the chair beside her.

Fury started talking first, "Thank you for both making the time to be here, as you know this is an undercover mission so, pack a bag that'll last at least 2 day and 2 nights. We can never predict what'll happen at these kind of events."

"Speaking of, what event is it and why exactly are we going?" I questioned

"Well I'm glad you asked. It's part organised by Darren McHugh, not a big name in any industry but filthy rich. Attending the party is Lauren Emerson, your target. All you need is information from her about a weapon Hydra is developing. Her father has every Hydra scientist and engineer in his pocket so, she'll know a lot. Now, she's interested in women which is why there is no men on this case with you. I need you y/n to seduce her and get intel while Natasha watches your 6 and looks for another possible target who, isn't confirmed to be there, but there's a good chance he will be.” Fury explained.

"What's the other guys name?" the other girl asked Fury responded, "James Scott."

"Is that all?" I ask

"Yes that's all. Here's your personal copies of the file and be ready at the quinjet in 30 minutes."

With that we both left but I couldn't help feel a pang of disappointment shoot through me at the thought of her flirting with other people. Damn I really need to snap out of this.

I got up to my room and pack my things. I also put in my red dress and black heels for the party and go to the quinjet. As I'm walking I see her already standing there. She catches me staring as I walk towards her and she extends her hand.

Reader POV:

I look over and see Agent Romanoff coming towards me, eyes trained directly at me. I offer my hand for her to shake and she does. "Agent y/l/n, y/n y/l/n."

“Natasha Romanoff.” She responds

With that we both boarded the ship, settled down and engaged in conversation. It was a long flight and we were going to have to spend the next 24-48 hours together so, may as well get to know each other. This conversation however turned into shamelessly flirting with each other constantly.

Time skip to when the ship lands and they get to the hotel (still reader pov):

We get the the hotel and Natasha asks for our reservation at the front desk. While she's doing that I take a minute to really take in this place because it's massive. There's a chandelier on the ceiling and art all over the walls. The architecture is beautiful and it has gold accents along every wall. It also smelt like vanilla, don't know why that's relevant but it smells nice.

I hear a 'thank you' and 'enjoy your stay' so I assume that Nat has got the key so I begin walking to the lift (elevator). I step in and so does Natasha just a bit behind me. She presses the button to the 5th floor and we stand in a comfortable silence for the short 10 second ride. The doors open with a ding and we step out and go look for our room. Natasha takes the lead and goes straight to our door and opens it with the key card.

"Wow Shield really outdid themselves with this one ay?" I think aloud

"Yeah, they really did." She agreed

As we were walking around the both of us were quick to realise something.

"There's only one bed." Natasha pointed out

"I was just thinking the same thing. I'll take the sofa I don't mind at all." I say trying to come up with a solution.

"No, it's okay I can." Natasha instantly tries to shut me down

"Honestly I'll sleep there it's fine." I repeat

"Look uhm, you don't have to but to save ourselves a very polite argument do you wanna just share it. I mean it's a double so..?" She nervously asked

"Yeah sure I mean, if your up for it?" I half mumble

"I'm the one who suggested it dummy of course i'm up for it."

I chuckle at her response and put down my bags by the bed. If I was being honest with myself I couldn't help the butterflies that formed when thinking about sharing a bed with her. Goddamnit, she's my superior I can't be thinking like this.

Natasha POV:

I brush my teeth and get changed in the bathroom whilst y/n orders room service. When I walk out she was getting changed so she only had a bra and pyjama trousers on.

"Oh.., oh! I'm so sorry!"

No sorry it's my fault I should've told you I was changing."

"It's fine, I mean we're both girls right? Nothing we haven't seen before."

"Yeah, yeah you're right, both girls."

"Never seen a girl with abs like that though."

The blush spread on her face faster than a forrest fire. She was flustered and I took great pride in knowing I did that. I made my way to the kitchen so I'd be ready for room service when it came.

Three knocks at the door alerted me that the food was here. I thanked the staff and put the food on the counter.

"Hey y/n tea's here!" I yelled to her. (It depends where your from but tea is just how we say evening meal, like dinner)

"Thank god, i'm starving." She gave me bright smile before plating everything up.

We sit on the sofa with our food and watch whatever trashy TV shows are on. We laugh at parts of it and it gives me butterflies, her laugh has quickly become my favourite sound. It's just so beautiful and care free, it also means she's happy which makes me happy. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear her softly say.

"Hey you okay? Lost you for a second there."

“Yeah, oh um, yeah I'm fine just thinking."

“About what? You were very focused."

"Nothing don't worry about it. Anyway, it's late we should go to bed."

"Your right I'll take the plates into the kitchen."

While she was doing that I went to the bedroom and set up the bed. I was laying down when she came in, she tentatively lowered herself o to the bed and layer down facing me.

"You sure it was nothing?"

"It wasn't really nothing and I'm about to talk a lot and I don't want you to talk till I'm done okay?" I respond with a hesitancy in my tone.

"Go for it." she says.

"I like you, like really like you. I know it's wrong because I'm your superior and your not even out the academy yet but I'm 25 and your what like, 20, 21 give or take so it's not like it's weird. Also can you blame me? You're perfect. Everything about you is perfect. Even though we only just met I can't help falling for you y/n. I'm sorry if I've just ruined the friendship we built today but I really needed to get that off my chest."

I look her deep in the eyes for any kind of reaction to what I just said. After a couple seconds of processing she smiled at me. Probably the biggest smile i've ever seen her have. She still hasn't said anything so I speak up. "Well?"

She doesn't answer me, instead she gently grabs my face and kisses me softly. Our lips dance against one another as second nature. Once air becomes a problem we release from each other's grasp.

"I like you too, if that wasn't already clear."

She giggled like a school girl when I grabbed her waist and started peppering kisses all over her face. She stopped and snuggled closer to me and buried her head in my chest.

"This woman is the one for me" I thought to myself as I held her safe in my arms. Although I really wasn't looking forward to this mission now.

[catherine-clover]

The longest list of anti-endo sources I've ever seen

While trying to find something else using Tumblr's infamous search engine, I came across this absolute gem:

NINE SOURCES!!! That's a record!! This is incredible!

@radpocalypse, listen. I am about to tear these to shreds, but before I do, I want you to know that you have my respect for not only compiling the longest list of sources I have ever seen an anti-endo provide, and not only doing so seemingly not directly prompted, but typing out every single link by hand, on mobile, without making a single mistake. Incredible work.

And also, to be completely honest, if I had nine sources supporting a belief, I almost certainly wouldn't look into them this closely. But, hey, that's what strangers on the internet with opposing views are for.

One more thing before the debunk: Endogenic systems do not claim to have DID etc. without trauma. They just don't. Whether it could be possible is often debated as an edge case, usually just to win an argument against someone of the opposing side, but really, it's irrelevant for 99% of the community. A good chunk are questioning OSDD based on later trauma, but as far as I am aware, no one on this website is claiming a completely endogenic plural disorder.

However, I don't want to dismiss entire pages based on this alone without further commentary, and it's a fun intellectual exercise regardless. So, whenever I use green text, I'm just playing Devil's Advocate under the premise of "If I was claiming to have DID without trauma (which neither I nor anyone else afaik is), would this source actually debunk that claim?" My syster will also occasionally pop in with purple, since she was cocon while I was writing this.

My dad just walked into my room and literally said "hey how it's going". You know, like. Like that one post. Amazing.

Anyway, civility established. Now come along with me on this long long journey of ten minutes of reading. Maybe put some music on in the background, if that will help you get through it. I had Near's Theme on while writing.

Here we go.

Link 1: McLean Hospital

Ok, main thing that caught my eye was

According to a 2010 Psychiatric Times article, only 5% of people with DID exhibit obvious switching between identity “states.”

Very interesting! Even with all of the "idk who's fronting" memes, 5% is really not that high. Though maybe online spaces like these help train the ability to identify it? The reference trail leads back to a book by Kluft but I don't really feel like going through dozens of pages for this. Definitely making a note of this though; I wonder if there have been any follow-up studies on this.

Not much to say here other than that. No mention of plurality outside DID.

DID is associated with long-term exposure to trauma, often chronic traumatic experiences during early childhood.

Dissociation—or disconnection from one’s sense of self or environment—can be a response to trauma.

Dissociative identity disorder—a type of dissociative disorder—most often develops during early childhood in kids who are experiencing long-term trauma. This typically involves emotional, physical, and/or sexual abuse; neglect; and highly unpredictable interactions with caregivers.

Why "associated", not "is caused by"? Why "can", not "is"? Why "most often", etc.?

Why such weak language?

Not that it couldn't be weaker.

I vaguely remember McLean getting into some hot water regarding a video they posted about DID, but didn't find anything concrete. Half-remembered anecdote aside, the author seems well-qualified.

C-tier debunk of this position. It's not nothing but it could be a lot better.

Link 2: Psych Central

It occurs in women 9 times more often than in men.

Very interesting statistic, but no citation provided.

Alters can show striking differences. For instance, one alter may speak with a different accent or have a softer way of speaking. They might have different opinions or a different gender identity, and even physical differences — like left- or right-handedness, or the need for a glasses prescription.

That's quite a stark difference here compared to the McLean article. What happened to "alters aren't that noticeable"?

But whatever, these are just interesting tidbits. None of this has anything to do with endogenic plurality. Nothing like "this is the only way to be multiple", no comment whatsoever.

DID is usually associated with adverse experiences in someone’s past and traumatic memories.

Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is a mental health condition with strong links to trauma, especially trauma in childhood.

Bruh. This again?

In fact, the American Psychiatric Association reports that 90% of people with DID have a history of childhood abuse and neglect, based on research from the United States, Canada, and Europe.

Bruh. Seriously? 90%? You know what that leaves, right?

According to your own source, 10% of DID systems are endogenic.

But let's break this down. There's a big difference between the system being endogenic, and the DID being endogenic. This statistic is specifically referring to childhood trauma.

The wording's plenty vague though. This can absolutely be read as completely endogenic DID.

One review article from 2017 about the causes of DID noted that there was relatively little research on the condition to date.

The authors said researchers hadn’t yet investigated potential genetic and epigenetic factors. With epigenetic factors, the experiences and behaviors of your parents and ancestors can influence the function of the genes they pass down to you.

The authors of the review said scientists needed to do more research to investigate whether a person with DID might carry genes that can influence if they develop the condition or not.

This is particularly promising because studies have already shown that genes can influence dissociative disorders in general.

So you're telling me DID might be able to be passed down one or two generations? Wow. Again, this still has nothing to do with endogenic plurality, but I'm really glad I decided to play with this second angle, because it's so much more fun. We're certainly not at intentional self-inflicted DID here, but we are at this point a long way from certainly needing childhood trauma in all cases.

And also the reviewer is a military psychiatrist who specializes in ADHD. So uh. Not bringing our best here.

Link 3: Mayo Clinic

Gotta love an article that's nice and short. This is just a brief summary of a bunch of dissociative disorders. Again, nothing about endogenic plurality.

Starting to run out of things to say about this. This whole post could probably be a fifth the length if I didn't feel like playing on hard mode.

Formerly known as multiple personality disorder, this disorder involves "switching" to other identities. You may feel as if you have two or more people talking or living inside your head. You may feel like you're possessed by other identities.

Each identity may have a unique name, personal history and features. These identities sometimes include differences in voice, gender, mannerisms and even such physical qualities as the need for eyeglasses.

Hey, that reminds me of someone.

There also are differences in how familiar each identity is with the others. Dissociative identity disorder usually also includes bouts of amnesia and often includes times of confused wandering.

Again, McLean looking really odd with its declaration of DID's covertness against great detail like this. However, its author is so far the best qualified. This one just says "Mayo Clinic Staff". Can't even know which of them worked on this. Some of them are psychs, but if any of them specialize in dissociative disorders, it doesn't say so.

Dissociative disorders usually arise as a reaction to shocking, distressing or painful events and help push away difficult memories.

I won't bother quoting even more wishy-washy language because this post is already at an ungodly length (about 1300 words so far) and we're barely a third done. But yeah, suffice to say, no nail-in-the-coffin 100% link to trauma.

Link 4: Rethink

We are a trusted information creator and accredited by the Patient Information Forum (PIF).

Their bold, for once. That's an alarm-ringing corporate phrase if I've ever seen one. Also, first thing on the PIF's website is "balancing the risks and benefits of AI in the production of health information". So this article might've been written by GPT. Awesome. And yeah, a lot of this whole website looks to me like a bunch of interconnected pages with stupidly long articles written by stitching together LLM generations. Does pass GPT0's test though.

This one is so long. I'll take the ten minutes to read through every word, which I don't think @radpocalypse did, just to make sure there's nothing here, but one thing that does catch my eye scrolling down to near the bottom is that they misspelled their first citation.

A quick look at this Carolyn Spring shows a lot being sold and credentials nowhere in sight. Awesome.

So already I don't need to read this. The information here is not at a high level of trustworthiness. It's maybe better than nothing, but seriously, one can and should do better. But I'll read it anyway, just for bonus points. Thanks to AccelaReader for making this bearable.

Many people will experience dissociation at some point in their lives. Lots of different things can cause you to dissociate. For example, you might dissociate when you are very stressed, or after something traumatic has happened to you.

Some of the symptoms of dissociation include the following:

You may have clear multiple identities.

It‘s important to remember that you could have the symptoms of dissociation without a dissociative disorder.

So according to this, multiple identities can be caused by intense but non-traumatic stress, and might not necessarily be a disorder. So, while I admit this is a little bit of a stretch, we're four links in and this is the first mention of plurality in general, so I'll take it. One point for endogenic plurality. (And again, none of this really matters anyway because this is the worst source so far.)

Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is sometimes called ‘Multiple Personality Disorder.

If you have DID you might seem to have 2 or more different identities, called ‘alternate identities.

Two missing closing quotes. Really not a good sign.

They suggest that DID is caused by experiencing severe trauma over a long time in childhood.

Aha! Finally, something concrete against endogenic DID! Too bad it's buried in the worst source yet. If we believed we had DID, we would absolutely not reconsider that based on a sketchy webpage with suboptimal syntax and no credentials.

Ugh, finally done with that one. What a slog.

Link 5: DID Research

Aha! The infamous psych student's blog! That's what Sophie said, anyway. Not taking her word for it though. Let's see what we can find here, independently.

Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is the result of repeated or long-term childhood trauma

Why wasn't this first? First sentence, so crystal clear. No two ways about this, transDID destroyed right out of the gate.

DID cannot form after ages 6-9 because individuals older than these ages have an integrated self identity and history.

Why wasn't this first? It's so plain, so refreshing after four pages of strategic ambiguity. Nothing left here for green. But still no mention of non-disordered plurality.

The author is impressively credentialed but doesn't seem to specialize quite near this area. She's certainly better than most, high above any random Tumblr user talking out of their ass, but the good stuff would be to get a DID specialist to explicitly spell out that endogenic systems are not possible.

Also should make note of this big fat legal disclaimer:

While the author strives to make information on this website as complete, reliable, and accurate as possible, the author makes no claims, promises, guarantees, or warranties about the accuracy, completeness, or adequacy of the contents of this site and expressly disclaims liability for errors and omissions in the contents of this site.

If we did claim to have DID, this would rattle us a little but could ultimately be brushed aside.

Link 6: SANE

As usual, literally nothing about endogenic plurality. I'll just greenmode this.

The majority of people with DID have been through severe trauma in early childhood

And now back to our regularly scheduled nondefinitive language.

Fun fact: highlighting text on this website turns it invisible. Awesome.

A person needs to meet the following criteria to be diagnosed with DID:

- Two or more distinct identities or personality states, each with its own way of thinking and relating. - Amnesia and gaps in the recall of everyday events, personal information or traumatic events. - The experiences are not part of normal cultural or religious practice, or part of childhood imaginary play. For example, a child having an imaginary friend does not mean they have DID. - The symptoms are not because of substance abuse or other medical conditions.

Ah finally, a direct quote from the good ol' DSM. Notice the lack of a trauma requirement.

Funny enough, using only these criteria in isolation, we actually would count as having DID due to our grayout memory gaps when switching. DID is also listed in the dissociative disorders section of the DSM, not the trauma disorders section, so there is no implied criterion there either. However, there still remains the universal criterion of distress, which we do not fulfill. We are quite happy with ourselves.

DID is caused by severe childhood trauma, such as physical, verbal or sexual abuse.

Well, which is it?? Is it a majority association or a direct cause? Why the contradiction? Or is the emphasis on early childhood trauma?

Eh, whatever. Point is, green is once again shut down. But there is still no mention of endogenic plurality anywhere here!!

And no indication of who wrote this article, though the citation for direct cause is a dissociative disorder specialist. Does he actually say that in the cited paper, though?

Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is multifactorial in its etiology. Whereas psychosocial etiologies of DID include developmental traumatization and sociocognitive sequelae, biological factors include trauma-generated neurobiological responses. Biologically derived traits and epigenetic mechanisms are also likely to be at play. At this point, no direct examination of genetics has occurred in DID. However, it is likely to exist, given the genetic link to dissociation in general and in relation to childhood adversity in particular.

I hope you have a dictionary on hand. That sure is a lot of big words that aren't in Firefox's built-in spellchecker. Still, after making sure I got everything, it's clearly not so cut and dry here. And we're back on the "it could be genetic" point.

Tangentially related: I do like the dismissal of the iatrogenic model on the basis of the brain scans.

Neurobiological differences have been demonstrated between dissociative identities within patients with DID and between patients with DID and controls. Given the current evidence, DID as a diagnostic entity cannot be explained as a phenomenon created by iatrogenic influences, suggestibility, malingering, or social role-taking. On the contrary, DID is an empirically robust chronic psychiatric disorder based on neurobiological, cognitive, and interpersonal non-integration as a response to unbearable stress.

Anyway, we're not even on the original page anymore, so I'll call it here. No mention of endogenic plurality, and the citation that claims to dismiss endogenic DID doesn't.

Link 7: NAMI Michigan

While the causes [of DID] are unknown

I'm tired. Aren't you tired?

Treatment for DID consists primarily of psychotherapy with hypnosis.

Yeah I'm calling BS on this one

And no citations on this entire page, nor even the author's name.

Statistics show that DID occurs in 0.01 to 1 percent of the general population.

Research has shown that the average age for the initial development of alters is 5.9 years old.

No sources listed. This is definitely the worst link. Literally on the same level as a rambling Tumblr user in terms of credibility.

Doesn't matter that it says

This disorder is believed to be triggered by physical or sexual abuse in childhood

Couldn't even get this dogshit source to be firm.

This one gets an F.

Link 8: The Psychology Practice

Got scared for a moment there that it said ai. No, that's AL, a name. Also this was written in 2022, so we're definitely safe. Can't actually find any other info on this AL character, but at least we can look up the co-author.

Hm, can't find anything on her, either. Well, at least this is a step up from the previous link. Let's see what it has to say.

According to the Dissociative Identity Research Organisation (2018), DID is formed in childhood due to repeated trauma in early childhood (before age 10) before the personality is fully integrated.

I do like that these later links are direct with this. They don't seem to have a citation for that DIRO, though. Unless...

No. Oh no.

Ok, so this one was written by a couple of clowns who definitely didn't do their homework. Cool. I'm getting tired of humoring awful sources like this, so moving on to the grand finale.

Link 9: NAMI

Wait, this is the same group behind the zero-citation article from Michigan! But that was just Michigan. Maybe the main site can do better.

Ugh, it's just another list of dissociative disorders instead of DID specifically.

The symptoms of a dissociative disorder usually first develop as a response to a traumatic event,

Aren't you tired? Aren't you tired? Aren't you tired?

Often these identities may have unique names, characteristics, mannerisms and voices.

Often? Wow. Sure is a far cry from 5%.

Dissociative disorders are managed through various therapies including: - Psychotherapies such as cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) and dialectical behavioral therapy (DBT) - Eye movement desensitization and reprocessing (EMDR) - Medications such as antidepressants can treat symptoms of related conditions

No mention of hypnosis, allegedly the primary method of treatment?? (/sarc)

and there was no mention of plurality being exclusive to dissociative disorders

Oh, and no listed authors either.

So, after three thousand words of analysis, all we've come up with are nothing burgers, dogshit, and dogshit nothing burgers. Out of nine links, only one briefly and indirectly touched on endogenic plurality, and it was in favor. Even the argument against the traumaless DID strawman is weak at best. These sources are bad, to put it lightly.

@radpocalypse, if you're reading this, firstly, thank you for powering through your ADHD and dyslexia to read thousands of words dunking on your masterpiece. Secondly, if you have any more sources that you think are backing you, feel free to send them my way. Just uh, maybe read them more closely next time?

And that goes for everyone here. If you think you have a better source, or if I made a mistake or missed something here, I am open to correction. I am open to the idea that I'm wrong and I have some unknown trauma to work through, but I certainly won't go digging unless I have good reason to believe it's there, and I haven't seen any good reason. And if you haven't either, maybe it's time to reconsider your position.

One last thing before I go.

Have you ever actually seen a pro-endo carrd, let alone one cited in standalone? I haven't.

Here's a much longer list of much better sources than yours supporting endogenic plurality compiled by the traumagenic Guardians System. I don't expect you to read anywhere near the whole thing; just pick a few links at random. And yes, while many of them are peer-reviewed papers, some of them are Tumblr posts, but those Tumblr posts cite peer-reviewed papers, so it's all good.

Thanks for reading.

[starlene]

Anne of the Island Book Club: Chapter 27

Anne and Phil's friendship is so sweet. Also, I for one wish that Phil will never manage to take off that "frivolous skin over her soul" but that she'll grow to fully accept it as a part of who she is – like Jonas seems to already have done.

I'd like to read a little spinoff with Alec and Alonzo. Somehow, I imagine that despite setting their sights on the same woman, they're the best of friends, sort of like Lucy's three suitors in Dracula. Maybe they cried on each other's shoulders after Philippa told them she'd never have either of them. Who knows, maybe this heartbreak brings them even closer to each other and they'll end up living the confirmed bachelor life together.

This whole little plot thread with Phil and Jonas is very cute, but I can't help feeling annoyed and sad about the way Phil's fate as a poor man's wife who cooks and makes over dresses is laid out here. She is smart enough to go for a scholarship in either Greek or mathematics! She should become, I dunno, a bridge engineer or an economist or something!! But I guess she and her brilliant mathematical brain will have to contend with keeping accounts for her own household, and she doesn't even stop to question that. Reminds me to never take the opportunities we women have these days for granted!!

~

Speaking of the opportunities women have, Aunt Jamesina says her daughter is an M.A. I couldn't find info about the very first Canadian woman to earn her Master's degree – but for chapter 9, I found out that the first time a woman was awarded a Bachelor's degree in Canada was in 1875, so it's safe to assume the first female M.A. was sometime after that.

Dating the series backwards from Rilla of Ingleside, this book is supposed to take place in 1883–87, only a little over a decade after the first Canadian university started accepting female students... but personally, I'm just placing it on an alternate early 20th century timeline in my mind to make these details make some amount of sense. Aunt Jamesina's daughter just happening to be a super early Canadian pioneer for female education is simply too much of a coincidence for me. Plus, I think the girls would look much better in Edwardian fashion than in 1880s dresses!

~

"But it was very tolerable magazine verse" is a devastating thing to say about a poem the man you're supposedly in love with has written just for you. Good thing Roy can't hear what Anne is thinking.

~

Translation notes:

The Finnish translator gives Aunt Jamesina a little bit of extra snark when they discuss Phil's cooking skills:

"“Maybe,” said Aunt Jamesina cautiously." → "– God only knows – it wouldn't do to abandon all hope, said Aunt Jamesina cautiously"

Heh.

[russellsppttemplates]

From the start, it was you (George Russell)

The heart doesn't seem to choose by team colours

Note: english is not my first language. This is the first driver!reader I've ever written, so I hope I've done a good job. Also, I did not plan to post this piece specifically now, but seems fitting with the whole shitshow that has been going on the past couple of days. Also, this is a plot I've seen written a lot, so I know there are many other pieces that are way better, and hopefully my take on it isn't too bad!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Tw: race collision, medical exams, curse words, gender inequality comments

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

Your purple race suit made you stand out amongst all of the other kids as you walked back from the podium, proudly smiling at your trophy, "Y/N! We're here!", you heard your father as he waved so you'd know where they stood, "congratulations, darling! That was an impressive overtake you did there in the last lap!", he praised, scratching your head before placing a kiss there, "I was trying to get first, but I couldn't get it", you admitted it, looking sideways at the boy who you couldn't take the first place from.

George Russell was a tall boy, same age as you, so you often raced against eachother. While you had become friends with some of the other kids, Russell wasn't one of them. It began when you tried to congratulate him for his P3 a few years ago, stretching your hand out politely, a smile on your face as he turned his back to you, mumbling something as he walked towards his parents. So, you weren't the best of friends if anyone asked.

"Y/N, darling, go stand next to the boys so I can take a picture of you! It will be such a good memory for when you're older!", your mother said excitedly, making you, George and the boy that finished his race behind you on each of your sides, smiling at the camera and hoping it would be as quick as possible, not wanting to stand next to him for a second longer than you should.

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"I have your media day schedules here", Mary said as she handed you and Oscar your respective schedules, "Y/N, you're going to get interviewed with Charles, Yuki, George and Fernando", she stated as she then moved on to Oscar, explaing a few things to him since he was going first.

"And Y/N, while you're in there, try not to kill George, even with your eyes, okay?", she advised, tapping your shoulder softly as you looked at her sideways, "last time you were both in the same panel, you managed to be out of qualifying", she nodded, "only because our car wasn't that reliable, and we all know how theirs is", you pointed out, smiling sweetly and hoping to get on her side, "you're lucky you don't annoy me too much, Y/N", she smiled back.

The team had made many improvements to the car, granting you and Oscar the possibility to aim for higher places on the grid, and since you were a nerd about all things engineering, too, you loved when you were asked about the topic. But lately, the questions about the car seemed to get asked to your teammate Oscar, leaving the excuse that "the journalists already have the information they need", and because they didn't want to be accused of not asking you questions like it had happened before, it seemed to divert to other topics.

"Y/N, here", one of the journalists waved, grabbing your attention, "With the recent events and new propositions from the F1 Academy, do you think the sport is going to suffer from having a bigger opportunity that's being given to women in motorsport?", your heard him say, making your blood boil.

Despite the constant raised awareness for gender discrimination and discrimination in motorsport, especially in the last couple of years, some people still had it pretty engraved in their system, and while sometimes it came out looking a little bit more subtle, this one didn't even bother to soften the edges.

You'd be lying if you said this was the first time you heard these comments directed at you, or that you thought it would be the last, no matter how much you wished some sort of disciplinary measure was taken, "I woul-", you began before you heard a loud clash on the floor and felt water on your legs. The trousers you were wearing were soaked around your thighs and knees as George got up to grab the bottle that belonged to him, "I'm so sorry, Y/N", he apoligised as he put the lid back on, "I think it's best if we call it a day, hm? The next group needs to have this cleaned before they come in here", the Mercedes driver said as everyone seemed to agree and get up, bidding goodbye as Charles and George stayed until the end.

"Careful, don't slip", the monegasque driver said, making sure you wouldn't fall and walking out of the room with you, "figures the guy wouldn't even be here to check if everything's fine", you muttered as Charles chuckled, "you two really are like the cat and the mouse".

"He's not even here! He just flew off to his fancy room to delight in the joy of making fun of me", you grumbled, bidding goodbye to Charles as you found yourself by the entrance of Ferrari.

Walking the distance to meet your team, Mary was the first to get you, "I'm sorry they asked that", she said, "it's a good thing Russell spilled his drink", she teased, knowing you wouldn't want to dwell on the comments for long. It hardly solved the problem and you'd look into it in the team meeting when the time called for it, "promise you won't take him out in the race?".

Laughingly at her assumption and the fact that she had managed to pull you out of your misery as you walked to you driver's room, "don't worry, and tell the guys downstairs to now worry either, they're not going to have to build me a new car either", you flashed a smile before closing the door, changing into another pair of trousers you had brought with you.

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"You're starting P4, Y/N", your race engineer said over the radio, "we are going to give it our all to support you and help you".

"And I'm going to drive the beat I can for you guys. Today, we get orange flying around and its going to be because of the Papaya team", you smiled under your helmet, "Oscar is P6, so I think we can even aim for a Podium, depends on how things go", you said.

As soon as the lights went out, you reacted quickly and passed the car that had been sitting next to yours, your race engineer confirming your third place and giving you a run down of all the grid changes.

"Do us proud, you're doing well, good pace", you heard on your speakers. You were enjoying the drive, analysing the data without team and looking for the right opportunity to overtake Charles, "go after the next turn, Y/N. Charles' tyres are not looking so good, so we think you have the upper hand there. George's car seems to be having some issues, too, he won't go after you", the pit wall channeled in your radio.

You looked in your mirrors as you were about to make the overtake, having patiently waited to reach the specific turn and going with it, confident that you would be able to overtake the red car.

A fraction of a second, you would always say, was game changing in Formula One. A decision to overtake or stay back, to accept the call to the pits or a new strategy, sometimes all it took was less than a second. And it also took less than a second for your car to start spinning, making you remove your hands from your steering wheel and brace yourself for the collision that would soon enough happen.

The impact wasn't as hard as you had expected, having felt most of it in your hips and shoulders. Groaning, you opened your eyes to see the damage, hearing "Y/N, can you tell us if you are okay?" over the radio.

Pressing the button, you heard the equipment's buzz, "I'm okay. I'm sorry about the car, guys", you gulped, adjusting yourself, "another car tapped me, right? Are they okay?", you asked, "George's fine from what we've heard".

After the marshalls confirmed you were free to go with the medical car to get checked over, you were back in the hospitality as the race continued, "doctor said I'll have some bruises, nothing too bad though", you gave them the report as you apoligised and thanked everyone on your side of the garage.

"Turns out they'll have to build you a new car after all", Mary offered as she hugged you, "if Russell had been more careful, this could've ended differently", you groaned.

"From what I've heard, he was trying a risky move and the car had an issue and locked up. He lost control of it and his front wing tapped your rear wheels just about enough to cause the crash", she explained, "it's not like he purposefully wanted to take you out", she reasoned.

"I know, it's just not ideal", you sighed, "we could both be in there". On the screen, Oscar was sitting P2, having successfully overtaken Charles a few laps in after the race resumed.

Even though George was far from your friend, you still wanted to check if he was okay, specially after seeing the impact the crash had on his car, too.

Walking to the Mercedes hospitality, a few people stopped you on your tracks briefly to express their relief on seeing you up and about and wishing you well before you found yourself by the glass doors.

"Is George here? I'd like to see if he's doing alright, but only if that's okay, I'm sure you're busy", you asked one of the media girls, Holly, recognising her from previous encounters.

"He's in his driver's room, yes, let me walk you there", she smiled, walking with you and knocking on the door, "George, may I come in?", she asked before he gave a positive answer, "Y/N is here, she wanted to talk to you", she stated, backing up so you could be seen, "yes, that's alright", the tall man said as Holly held out her arm, gesturing you to walk inside the room as she closed the door behind her, most likely going back to work on the race content.

"Hey", you waved awkwardly, "I don't have any other way to contact you, and asking your team how you were didn't seem... right? So, yeah, I came here", you gulped, suddenly feeling a weird pressure to act properly, whatever that meant.

"I'm good, barely got a scratch since I was able to stop the car before it hit the barriers", George explained, "and you? It looked pretty bad", he checked.

"I have some bruises, I think the adrenaline is slowing down now, so it's a bit painful, but nothing major", you clarified.

"The car had some issue and there was not way to control it, I just let it go because there wasn't anything I could do. I'm very glad you're okay", he half smiled as he looked at you.

In all the years you've known him and interacted with him, there had never been a time where he was this relaxed and smiley around you, not even when he had overtaken you in the last lap of the race. And while it was new, it was also comfortable.

"Me too, it looked scarier than it felt, though", you offered as he grabbed his water bottle to take a sip from it, "Oh, close the lid properly on that one", you chuckled playfully, not imagining the backlash and reaction it would have.

The new and comfortable mood turned back to the old and expecting one.

"Do you really think I'm that clumsy to drop a bottle like that? I wanted to get us out of there, to get you out of there because they were asking sexist questions", he stated, "and I didn't do it because I thought you couldn't defend yourself, because you sure know how to stop your foot and put it down, but because they don't deserve your time like that. Hell, I wish you spent that little time with me instead!", George yelled out, not missing your shocked expression, "maybe there was a time that I didn't like how you just showed up and got things done, but in the end, it's not because it's you, or because you're a woman. I wanted to be the one to show up and get things done, because I admire you so much", he gulped.

"So you're saying it's my fault that I've been labelled a bad sport because we constantly fight out there? That's why you've hated me?", your defensive side turned up, not dwelling on his kind words.

"I'm not saying it is either of our fault! I'm just trying to explain to you that I don't hate you like you think I do", he put his hands on his hips, walking around his room, "you might hate me, and that's fine, you know? I'm not going to be the one to tell you how you should feel, that's not how it works, but I have never hate you.

"I might've said I hated you when we were little, but that's because you probably stole my place on the podium, and even that was probably well deserved. I never thought I'd feel like this about you", he concluded.

"And what is it that you feel about me? Because I would like a warning should you want to beat me up to deal with all it is that you're feeling...?", you gestured to his stance. Was he saying he didn't hate you? Did he have other feelings that were actually in the happiness section of the emotion wheel and not near the anger section?

Chuckling, he approached you, "I have had feelings for you since we started driving in F2. At first I thought it was just the thrill of the competition and of having someone to challenge me, and when you got the Mclaren seat, I was so happy that you'd be racing against me", he further offered, "I don't know when it came out that we hated eachother, and when you didn't seem to feel otherwise, I tried to hate you, or at least dislike you, and it wasn't working, so I just let it go however it went, and it's led me here. And I'm being honest with you, so laugh all you want, or deal with it however you want to", he raised his hands as he excused himself.

"George, I nerve said anything because I can't afford to say those things. How many rivalries have you seen in motorsport? So many, and many more that are not written in books and shown off in videos. And none of them have apoligies to offer, or rather, the very few that have done it, turned out okay. But if I was the one to talk about it? A female driver talking about how she cares that her colleagues and her have a good relation and that they don't hate eachother like the press wants people to believe?", you scoffed, "That's not on my books, that's not something I can consider.

"And I don't hate you, George. For Goodness' sake, I came here to see of you were alright. Any other person would've yelled that you ruined their race, but I understand that there are things we can't control and shit like this happens. It sucks, but that's how it is. Like Charles says all the time, 'sometimes it's like this'", you giggled, "I actually think you're a pretty decent guy", you blushed.

Over the years, the bickering had only spurred you on even more, and maybe it wasn't just the thrill of seeing him so on edge that made you continue to do so.

"So you're saying you've never hated me?",

George said as he offered you his chair to sit down as he prepared tea for both of you, "Maybe I didn't like you so much when we did karting, but that was just because you were really tall and actually gave me fair competition", you winked.

[strangesthirdeye]

I Can't Handle Change (Doctor Strange x Fem! Reader)

Summary: every disease has its own cure

Warning: It's Stephen, he's a sweetheart, Critically ill, reader is sick, near death experience? Medical care, fluff, angst, Stephen being a good boyfriend, severe heart arrhythmia

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Me and some Masters in the Kamar Taj have decided that the London Sanctum will be the next target to break into, I want you two to go and catch the culprits before they smuggle out our sacred relics. We don't want those relics to fall into the hands of wrong, don't we?" Wong explained firmly that you two are busy arranging all the relics that were successfully confiscated in the relics room at the NY Sanctum.

"Why us? We're busy right now" Stephen said without taking his eyes off the chest containing the relics.

"because you both are one of the most free sorceress we have. The others are busy with their missions, only you two have free time" Wong said simply.

Stephen sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose while you looked at Wong skeptically.

"of course we'll help you but who wants to pack these relics?" You ask Wong.

"don't worry, I've assigned some students to help put all these relics in the temporary relics room so that relics here is in safe hands, while the others Sanctums are targeted" Wong said walked closer towards the exit before he paused. "You two better go now.. We don't know when the culprits will show up" and then Wong walked away.

Stephen exhaled heavily and adjusted his belt, checking whether the sling ring was on his belt or not while you put the relic in your hand back into the chest and walked over to Stephen.

"Don't worry, at least we will spend time together" you lighten up the mood.

Stephen smiled faintly. "I would love to spend time with you but not this" Stephen put his hands around you and crashed his lips on your lips.

You hummed and parted away. "Maybe.. we can spend some time after this mission is over. what do you say, Doctor Strange? Fancy a good night movies with cuddles?"

"Absolutely" Stephen muttered and looked at you hungrily. "well, better go now.. I'm not a patient person"

You smirked and then without hesitation pulled Stephen's hand and walked towards the door connected to the London Sanctum. The Sanctum is quiet without a source of sound in it. Only the sound of automobile engines outside the Sanctum. You and Stephen paused in the middle of the room, trying to listen for any sounds like things being moved or thumping around the Sanctum cautiously.

The two of you walk slowly towards the stairs where all the relics are. Stephen unconsciously reached out your hand and held it tightly in a protective way. Maybe worry if something unexpected happens suddenly. As the two of you started climbing the stairs, you both heard the sound of a voice talking but it was faint.

The noise of 3 people was heard upstairs and this made you both cautiously go up the stairs and prepared to catch the culprits. Stephen went first and you followed behind him. There are 3 figures wearing all black outfits with their faces wearing black masks hiding their identity but you can both tell their gender based on their body shape. 2 men 1 woman according to their built bodies in two men and breasts in women.

You looked at Stephen with a knowing look. The three of them seemed to be solemnly putting the relics into the sacks in their hands, unaware of the presence of the two of you.

They said to each other with overjoyed voices. You can't make up what they say because of the masks they wear, but you can tell that they are likely to be excited about the quality and price of the relics if they are sold to the black market. It seems like they decided to show up earlier than you both expected. Stephen then walked in front of you.

"I'm sure the sacred relics are not for sale, in fact they are not to be stolen," Stephen said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

The three figures stopped what they were doing and looked at the source of the voice behind them. They freeze when they realize they are caught.

"You broke into one of the sacred Sanctums in this universe and decided to smuggle out some of our relics. Well, you don't know what you're all dealing with now" you said threateningly.

The three figures didn't say anything but then all of a sudden they ran towards you both with their weapons in their hands. Seemed like they quietly reached for their weapons while you both threatened them.

You automatically conjured bands of cyttorak and whipped it on one of the figures hand causing the weapon in his hand to fall to the floor. The man looked panic but still attacked you with all the energy he had while you whipped the band to dodge all the punches he gave you before you tied his legs and pulled the band until he stumbled to the floor hard.

He groaned in pain. You smirked but then you started to feel a bit of pain in your chest which you ignored the pain and continued to attack the man by tying his whole body with a band of cyttorak then slipped your two fingers into the sling ring and summoned a portal below him to the Kamar Taj.

He fell into the portal with a scream. One has been held, two not yet. You ran towards Stephen who was dodging the attack of the two culprits. The pain in your chest started to increase. Stephen punched one of the culprits who is man hard in the face which makes the man stepped back when he was hit in the face while the woman rushes towards Stephen and swings the weapon in her hand towards Stephen but then crashed to the side when you hit her body hard which makes both of you stumbled to the floor hard.

You both groaned then you got up quickly and straddled the woman with struggle as the woman seems to fight with you which you managed to straddle her and punched her face several times before summoned bands of cyttorak again and tied both of her hands. You stood up and summoned a portal behind her like you did to the man. The woman screaming as she falls into the portal.

You smirked with victory but then your face grimaced in pain as you felt the pain in your chest increase. You hold your chest in excruciating pain. You kneel on the floor with a cry of pain and fall to the side on the floor. You close your eyes as you feel the agony of pain in your chest. Tears fell down your cheeks as the pain increased. Your breath starts to gasp for enough oxygen but fails.

Stephen who had just caught the last culprit started looking for you but couldn't find you. He started to worry but then he started to hear the sound of crying not far from him. He recognized the voice and ran towards the source of the voice quickly. He saw you lying on your side while clutching your chest with eyes closed and a pained face.

You exhaled in pain and groaned. Stephen slides to your side and grabs your shoulders with concern on his face. "love, what's wrong?! Did the woman do something to you?!" Stephen said loudly. You just cried out in pain and reached for Stephen's free hand and squeezed it hard. Stephen ignored the pain in his hand and with panic he slipped to his fingers on the sling ring and opened a portal to Metro General Hospital. You started to lose your consciousness. The corners of your eyes start to darken while dark spots dance in your eyes. You let out a gasp. The pain in the chest is getting worse and makes it difficult for you to breathe.

Stephen picked you up bridal style and rushed into the hospital with panic on his face.

"Hold on, Love! Don't you dare pass out in my arms!" Stephen said firmly.

But you are already unconscious. Your head lolled to the side as you limped in his arms.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A burst of white light greeting in your eyes as you started to wake up. You closed your sore eyes and grunted in pain as you felt a faint pain in your chest. You started to move your body but then someone held your cold right hand with their warm hand.

You jerked a bit but calm yourself down as your eyes adjusted and you finally recognized the person in front of you. Stephen. You sighed in relief after seeing Stephen sitting in front of you with a look of concern on his face.

"Hey" you greeted him with a hoarse voice.

"hey" Stephen greeted back, unconsciously rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry" you said upset.

"Why do you want to apologize? For not telling me that you have severe heart arrhythmia?" Stephen replied, pulling the chair he was sitting on closer to you carefully with the wire attached to your body.

You nodded ashamed. "yeah.. I'm sorry for not telling you about this"

Stephen shook his head. "no don't be. I understand that you don't want to bring this up to me, but at least you can tell me that you suffer from this"

"I want to tell you but.. I'm worried that I will be forced not to do any mission if you know about this. Knowing you, I don't think I can agree not to join any mission.. I don't want you to worry about me" you said weakly.

Stephen kissed the back of your hand. "But at least you don't have to get like this for me to know that you suffer. I'm worried about you, you know. You almost died if I didn't take you to the hospital. I-.. I can lose you" Stephen looked down at his lap.

You soften your look. "hey, look at me" Stephen raised his head and looked at you. "I'm okay now, thanks to you. But please don't tell Wong or anyone about this. I want to finish this mission no matter what. If they find out they will force me not to join this mission."

Stephen shook his head. "You are a stubborn woman. Alright, but on two conditions." Stephen looked at you softly.

You nodded urging him to continue. Stephen sighed.

"One, let me do all the running things so that you don't have to weaken your heart and end up like this again and two, no more hiding secrets. Understand?" Stephen stared at your determined eyes.

You nodded in understanding. "yes.. anything for you. I promise"

Stephen nodded and leaning towards your lips and pecked your lips sealing the promises with passionate, careful with the oxygen tube in your nose. He smiled gently and stroked your cheek. "l love you" he said gently.

You stroked his hand tenderly and smiled softly. "I love you too"

[jobrker]

small canonical details in sweeney todd:

i've been obsessed with this musical for far too long. i will likely be making a second post. enjoy.

lucy could have married up. whether this is due to her family being better off than benjamin or just because she was beautiful, the line in poor thing, "had her chance for the moon on a string" implies that she could have married better than she had. someone who could "afford" to buy her the moon.

lovett's first name is nellie. this comes from a line of dialogue before not while i'm around where she says, "sit here by your aunt nellie like a good boy and look at your lovely muffler."

lovett has an aunt named nettie. nettie lived near the sea and lovett would visit her as a child, explaining her desire to move there. we do not know if aunt nettie is still alive or not.

mr. lovett's first name was albert. he developed gout and possibly passed away due to complications with it.

toby is implied to be an alcoholic. he grew up in a workhouse and he claims that is what they gave to the children.

catholicism was extremely controversial in england during the victorian era. it was just becoming legal in the 1840s. so the fact that pirelli mentions shaving the pope probably isn't very impressive to the crowd of londoners. pirelli, being irish, was probably catholic himself which explains why he brags about it.

during the competition scene between todd and pirelli in the 1970 bond play, todd uses anthony during the tooth-pulling segment and yanks out one of his molars. anthony immediately forgives him, being the good boy he is.

pirelli sees a tailor. this may imply that he makes enough swindling people into buying his elixir that he can afford such an expense whereas a lot of people of his background likely couldn't.

saint dustan's church is what's actually at the address of 186 fleet street. in a string of pearls, the tunnels underneath are used. this explains the bells we hear throughout the show, before not while i'm around and johanna (quartet) and this is the church anthony plans on bringing johanna to in order to marry her.

johanna was a year old when benjamin was sent away.

turpin works at the old bailey. this courthouse has since been destroyed (due to a fire). the "old bailey" was actually a nickname for it because of it the street it was on. it was actually called the central criminal court. it was renamed in 1834. todd was in australia by that point so he likely doesn't know the new name.

lucy sewed, as most victorian women/housewives did.

anthony is from plymouth, a (then) fishing town in south-eastern england.

lovett is uneasy at the idea of discussing what goes on in asylums when todd and anthony begin forming a plan to get johanna back. potentially, this has to do with lucy and knowing her fate.

lovett mentions visiting aunt nettie and the seaside during the august bank holiday. however, this bank holiday wasn't established until 1871. sweeney todd takes place in 1846.

despite knowing that lucy had been prostituting herself, todd still calls her virtuous in his last moments.

todd has some knowledge of engineering and construction since he was able to turn his barber chair from just a chair to one that connects to a chute and can send customers to the bakehouse. he would have to make that chute himself. he possibly learned this from his time in australia.

lovett adopts a few birds between act one and two. they are in a cage outside of the pie shop for customers to enjoy. she also has a garden out there.

act one takes place in august.

[n-evermores]

#6 𝚆𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚍

【１２　Ｄａｙｓ　ｏｆ　Ａｌｄｅｎ　Ｐａｒｋｅｒ】

#6 In my collection of Alden Parker Christmas, New Years, and winter reader fics. You can find the others here.

Pairing: Alden Parker x F!Reader Summary: You've been pining after Parker for a while and this Christmas you decide to confess your feelings no matter the cost. Word Count: 1530+ Warnings: Age gap, the ending is left open A/N: I honestly do not like how I wrote this one, but it's been sitting in my drafts for a while. If I don't post it now, I'll never post it.

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It was the fourth Christmas since Parker joined NCIS as team leader. The first Christmas you were just simply attracted to him, nothing more. You would admire him as he spoke, laughing at his corny jokes. But he was hardly on your mind when he wasn’t standing there in front of you.

The second Christmas was a little different. The second Christmas your attraction turned into a silly schoolgirl crush, and not only did you admire Parker from afar, but the littlest of things also reminded you of him, even when he wasn’t around. 

The third Christmas your crush had turned into real feelings. You were in love with him. You wanted to tell him, but the thought of ruining your team dynamic by making things awkward made you reconsider. You didn’t think Parker felt the same about you. He didn’t think of you any differently than he thought of Kasie or Knight. You were just a young woman on his team and nothing more. Parker didn’t seem like the type of man to chase after younger women anyway. Every woman you’ve seen him with was closer to his age, and you didn’t want to make a complete fool of yourself by confessing your love to him.

But even so, you would always have that sweet moment under the mistletoe. It was the annual NCIS Christmas party, and someone hung a mistletoe in the most inconvenient place. You and Parker found yourself standing beneath it:

You glanced up to see the mistletoe above you and your cheeks flushed. “Parker, we should probably move.” You said suddenly and he looked at you in confusion before following your gaze to the mistletoe.

“Oh.” He said before taking a sip of his drink. He cleared his throat before giving a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, “I hear it’s bad luck to ignore it.”

“Oh really?” The corner of your eyes crinkled in his direction, and you quickly hid behind a sip of your own drink. “Says who?”

“I’m not sure. But we better not take any chances.” He reached out to grab your arm gently before leaning in to place a chaste, gentle kiss against your cheek. Your breath hitched and your heart stilled inside your chest. It was as if time stood still and all you could think about was the feeling of his beard scratching against your face and the smell of his cologne. He pulled back and chuckled, “Merry Christmas.” He said before moving onto the next person, not even looking back at you. 

 It was intoxicating, but it was nothing more than an innocent moment to him that was long forgotten by now─ all while it meant everything to you. 

The fourth Christmas with Parker was right around the corner and your feelings lingered, if not more intense than they were just a year ago. Your unrequited feelings were embarrassing and the only person who knew about them was Kasie. She was ever observant and clocked it just after witnessing the kiss beneath the mistletoe the year before. She observed how smitten you looked as Parker walked away from you, the way your eyes lingered on him with a yearning only read about in romance novels. Kasie promised to never tell a soul about your feelings, and she kept that promise thus far. 

This Christmas it felt different. Parker nearly died. You could still recall how you felt after the team rescued Jess from the water and found Parker in the engine room. He was lifeless, lying there in a pool of blood and you remember feeling as if the world had come crashing down on you and your legs buckled beneath you. Luckily Nick was there to catch you before you fell as Jimmy and Kasie did chest compressions and calling out to him desperately. The moment you heard him take a breath you cried tears of joy. You still couldn’t bring yourself to confess your feelings. Although you nearly did in the hospital room after he woke up:

Everyone had left and it was just you standing there looking over at Parker in the hospital bed. You exhaled a shaky breath before reaching out for him. You thought he had fallen asleep again, so you touched his face gently, brushing your thumb over the curve of his cheekbone. Tears slid down your cheeks and you sucked in a breath when his hazel eyes opened to meet yours. 

“I’m sorry. I was just–”

“Don’t cry over me.” He scoffed, trying to cheer you up, but you just shook your head. 

“I thought I–we lost you.”

“I’m fine.” He said, his eyes locking with yours. He looked confused, perhaps a little curious, but you could tell his wheels were turning. You wondered if he felt it when you touched his face. Either he didn’t process it, or he was too polite to comment on it. But either way, you wanted to tell him how much you loved him, but instead you just patted his shoulder awkwardly, “I’ll let you rest.” You said before he could even respond, and you turned to leave the hospital room. 

His near death haunted you daily and you dreamed about it often. Life was so short and neither of you were promised tomorrow. This Christmas you were going to tell Parker the truth. You didn’t feel as embarrassed about it and if anything, you were more hopeful than you were last Christmas. 

You had so many moments with him, so many special moments that made you wonder if there was perhaps something more on his end, but you also were afraid you were over thinking things. There was this one time when you received bad news and you tried to hide your tears at work, but he noticed you crying alone in the storage room:

The door swung open, and you quickly turned away from the door to hide your face. You batted at your tears, trying to keep them away but they wouldn’t stop falling down your face. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” His voice soothed you gently as he reached out for you. He seized your face in his hands and titled your head to face him. You looked at him through tears, his image blurry, but you could still make out the look of concern writ across his face.

“You’ve been down all day. What’s going on?” He asked, his eyes searching yours, but you couldn’t bring yourself to respond. 

“You can tell me anything. You know I’m always here for you.” He assured you in a gentle voice.

You spilled everything and afterward he pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly you could feel his heart beating against yours. Time stood still once again and all you could hear was his and your breathing as he squeezed your body tightly inside the storage closet. 

 You could still feel the way his fingers curled into your hair as he cradled your head in his hands. Did he do this with Kasie or Knight? No, he did not. Kasie was the one who usually initiated hugs with him and not the other way around. Parker wasn’t really one to hug anyone actually. But he had hugged you, a lot. He always initiated those hugs, and every hug was just a little longer and a little tighter than the previous one. 

But then again, it could all be your imagination running wild with you and simple wishful thinking. But even so, you had to do this. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You wore a red dress. It was one of your favorites and you had to admit it looked good on you. You quickly ran your fingers through your hair before tearing yourself from the mirror. You couldn’t believe what you were about to do. You turned your brain off the entire drive to Parker’s apartment and before you knew it you were standing in front of his door, knocking softly. 

I can’t believe I’m doing this. Ran through your head endlessly as you waited and just when you were about to chicken out and quickly make a run for it, the door swung open. 

“Hey...what are you doing here?” Parker stood in the doorway wearing a turtleneck and blazer and looked so good it was completely unfair. 

You swallowed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Parker…”

He gave you a once over, his eyes taking in the red dress, “What are you doing here? It’s Christmas Eve, shouldn’t you be with your family?”

“I don’t want to be with my family right now.” You said, your words coming out rushed, “I want to be with you.” Your heart pounded inside your chest as you waited for his response, but he just stared at you dumbfounded by your admission. 

“I don’t understand–”

“I love you. I’ve loved you for a few Christmases now, and I just couldn’t let one more pass without telling you.”

[m--rtyr]

So, since it is a long ramble of word vomit: Here is Part 1 of the Frankenstein thing I made and I'll send part 2 after reaction so I don't mess up the inbox order or spoil it and stuff. All of this will be pre-monster because reasons (I got too excited, Second part will be longer though)

MODERN FRANKENSTEIN ADAPTATION BRAINSTORM

Characters 

Frank - Frankenstein obv. Rich, but is on that grind to make more money. Despite the rich upbringing, he is cool with POC and queer and trans folk but has no luck with women. I am gonna red pill him hard.

Eliza - Elizabeth fill in, but instead of being Franks cousin or adopted sister, she is his childhood friend and a transwoman. So she is also a Henry Clerval (Frankenstiens childhood friend in the story) fill in. There is a reason I am combining these characters and making her trans

Robbie - His trans man classmate, fill in for Captain Roberts. He is also a shameless self insert of myself, because I need to vent after knowing too many Franks. Seriously. Oh my god. Save me. Jesus Christ.

RACES: Frank is white, and I do think Robbie needs to be white as well but trans wise, 50/50 passes as male (based on me but also… I experience shit because of these reasons). Eliza in my mind is a light skin black woman who passes very well as a woman. (She fulfills both the “I have a black friend, it’s fine” and the “Mens desire to have a woman to nurture them.” role while being fine cause in Frank’s eyes because she is “One of the good ones” but in this case for women. Robbie is also “one of the good ones” in the case of women as well)

Also - Science will be loosey goosey cause….. Yeah, not gonna actually try to make it make sense. Throw some science and a wall and make it stick type of story.

Beginning: Playing god often leads to Red Pill Eugenics

Frank and Eliza go to the same University, with Frank studying biomedical engineering and Eliza is studying art. They are in their junior year of their bachelors and Frank is going through his mental break as he is not getting hired and he is spending it by mostly getting high with Eliza. At one point, while high, Frank complains saying that in order to get hired he’d have to create life at this point, Eliza laughs and agrees, but Frank takes it too seriously, immediately making a joke about “If women can do it so can I!”. It is played off entirely as a high joke, like the fake misogynistic jokes people make, Eliza even going along with it but she looks a little uncomfortable. Because well, she is a woman who can’t give birth, but she also knows he is just talking about biological women.

Frank goes full in on it, his parents are bougie rich and he has unlimited spending as long as he says it’s for college shit. There will be images of him on Amazon and reddit, as he goes down all of the rabbit holes trying to figure it out. He starts ranting to Robbie, the classmate that he has had these past few years, talking as if it is all hypothetical all while saying “Yeah, I can’t talk to Eliza about this shit cause y’know, she is studying art.” but said in the same tone one would use to say “cause she is a woman”. Robbie chats with him, giving ideas and suggestions because he is curious as well but a very important thing that Robbie will say during one of Franks rants will be “Hey, she is an artist, probably knows more about creation than us. I am just here to fix things man” to which Franks immediate response will be “Well I am here to make things better. Evolve it.”

The more we see Frank obsess over this project, the more we see more red pill content in the background. The more his desire to create life becomes to create the perfect life, the more red pill content he consumes due to it’s consistent connection to eugenics. As the creature start to take form/the flesh of the creature take form, it steadily becomes more white as well. It starts off meaningless and reddish pink but as it steadies it becomes white, because Frank was always going to create a white man. Eventually Frank starts using his own DNA to make the creature as well, but as is the case in most creations of life, he needs another set of DNA to make it. A mothers DNA. He briefly thinks about using Eliza’s DNA but decides not to and harvests Robbies, because Robbie is a woman…. A woman turned into a man. Even though birth sex doesn’t matter, he just needed two peoples DNA but again, red pill content. Wooo!

During his breakdown hyperfixation though he actually becomes more social, more confident, but much much more sensitive. At one point he does misgender both Robbie and Eliza, they both brush it off, listening to Frank’s excuse of “SHIT! I was just talking to Eliza/Robbie before you and I mixed up pronouns, I am so sorry.” but it is very important to note, Frank never misgendered either of them before this. Robbies reaction is just “Eh, you’re good, happens” while Eliza’s reaction needs to be confused and worried, neither of them are hurt (Robbie is not close enough to be hurt by it and Eliza knows her friend is better than this). She isn’t offended by the mess up, she is wondering why he messed up. “You okay, you haven’t messed that up since like, 11th grade dude, is everything alright?”. (It’s how I would react if one of my brother or friends messed up, cause they don’t)

There is growing concern coming from both Eliza and Robbie as they watch Frank grow in false confidence as more of the monster is created, but neither of them can saying anything without being brushed off by Frank and being told "I am in the peak of my life!".

something you didn't mention but i do think is quite important is that, in the beginning, there are adult figures in Victor's life in the book that eventually inform his views upon science (and in a modern adaptation, this could be transferred to women)

i am reading earlier parts of the book for like. actual quotes and stuff about this. But like, when he was 13, he picked up and began reading a book by Cornelius Agrippa, and when his father saw it, he instead taught him that Agrippa's principles were defunct and that modern science was better. In more or less words. (Quote, chapter 2: "my father had taken the pains to explain to me that the principles of Agrippa had been entirely exploded and that a modern system of science had been introduced which possessed much greater powers than the ancient")

But Victor kind of dismisses this and continues to be especially fond of the old sciences and the works of the likes of Agrippa, thinking his father was not nearly qualified enough to have an opinion of his own. He simply found no satisfaction in the modern science.

and this very much could be applied to a mentality about women. At a young age taking to heart the nonsense teachings of men, and because he felt his own intellect insulted by his father teaching him otherwise, he began to delve deeper into that material and others similar. It strokes the ego more to be told you were born better than others, than it does to be told you are just a person, as is everyone else.

Even when he is given proof to the contrary, he holds so much onto these beliefs. Because he preferred them. And no proof can defeat an ego.

And then there is a teacher, a man knowledgeable about what has Victor so passionate, who too tells him otherwise. That Agrippa and the likes are wrong, their word isn't to be given any thought, modern science has disproven it. He dismisses this. And again another teacher speaks of how defunct old sciences were and he takes this as a personal insult. The moment someone forms a genuinely well-worded argument against his beliefs, he considers them to be, by his own words, a palpable enemy.

Waldman is the one who manages to break through to him that there is room for both modern and old sciences, and that every branch of 'natural philosophy' must be considered. And yet still the tale only proceeds as it does because he applies the knowledge of modern sciences to the ideology of old ones. Where old sciences were fascinated with the elixir of life, he creates life itself.

To translate to a modern version: Though he can accept that there is, in fact, more to women than just creating children, the only worth they have to him is in how they can truly benefit him. By friendship, partnership or by childrearing.

but that can all be summarised as 'Frank makes misogynistic comments about women just rarely and vaguely enough that no one can tell if he hates women or just isn't funny.' Like he believes women can do things! Just not as good as men. and they should do it for men. and so on.

Fully the kind of guy to go 'yeah shes a great athlete, she's had a great career... but like... I (least atheltic man ever) could beat her... because... you know...'

[andiatas]

NRK: Princess Ingrid Alexandra in a tank with her father when she finished the military: - I have learned a lot about myself

Princess Ingrid Alexandra says it is both nice and sad to have finished her service. Today, she and her fellow soldiers were inspected by Crown Prince Haakon. – It's a bit strange to see Dad in such a situation, she says and laughs.

FATHER AND DAUGHTER: Crown Prince Haakon and Princess Ingrid Alexandra took their seats in the CV90 tank, on which the princess has been a shooter on. Photo: Heiko Junge / POOL / POOL / NTB

Today marked the end of 15 months of first-time service for Princess Ingrid Alexandra and the rest of the soldiers in the Engineer Battalion at Skjold camp.

– Now I'm going to graduate. It will be very nice in one way, but also very sad, because there are many people I have gotten to know well and grown to love very much. And it has been a very nice and educational service, says Princess Ingrid Alexandra.

– What will the princess take with her [from this experience]?

– When you are up here, there are a lot of different people who are put together, and we have to learn to cooperate. Then you also learn a lot about yourself. I will take that with me, says the princess.

- What has the princess learned about herself?

- An incredible amount of different things, she says and laughs.

Inspected by dad: – I am proud of Ingrid

In heavy rain, Private Alexandra and the rest of Company 2 of the Engineer Battalion took up positions this morning on the snow-covered field at Skjold Camp in Målselv in Indre Troms. The camp where Princess Ingrid Alexandra has served since January last year.

[...]

The Crown Prince Regent walked along the ranks of soldiers and passed his daughter, who was wearing the uniform and blue beret of Brigade Nord.

– It's a bit strange to see dad in such a situation, says Princess Ingrid Alexandra afterwards, looking over at her father and smiling.

– But it was also very nice and solemn, she adds.

For Crown Prince Haakon, it was both a father and a Crown Prince Regent who visited the military camp today.

– I thought it was great! I'm proud of Ingrid, of course. And I think it was a great opportunity to inspect the Engineer Battalion, but I also think of all the young people who are performing their first service on behalf of all of us to secure our country. They are doing an incredibly good job and an important effort on behalf of all of us, says the Crown Prince Regent.

– So I'm proud of Ingrid, but also of all the others.

Photo: Heiko Junge / NTB

[...]

Princess Ingrid Alexandra was born to one day become Queen of Norway. When she does, she will also become Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces.

How can the first-time service prepare her for the tasks that await her in the future?

– I have learned a lot about how to handle different situations, and I think that will be useful for anyone who has taken the first-time service, she says.

– I believe that the first service and the experience you gain in the Armed Forces are something you take with you for the rest of your life and remember well. You are taken out of the environment you are used to, you are challenged both physically and mentally, and you have to manage as a team and make each other better, says Crown Prince Haakon.

– And you observe a lot – leadership too, which you might learn from. Many things that are done well, and some things that you might want to do differently, he says with a smile.

[...]

Photo: Heiko Junge / POOL / POOL / NTB

Sworn allegiance to king and fatherland – thanked by the Crown Prince Regent

The soldiers also swore allegiance to king and fatherland today, and the princess and a total of four companies in the Engineer Battalion sang kongesangen.

– I would like to thank you for the service you perform in the Armed Forces. Together with thousands of women and men, you work every day to keep Norway safe. Fortunately, we have much to protect and take care of. We must protect the values ​​that are the foundation of our society. And we love the country, and the people who live here, said Crown Prince Haakon in a speech to the soldiers.

– You can be proud of the work you do. Whether you are going to continue in the Armed Forces, or whether you are about to graduate soon, I wish you the best of luck in the future.

[...]

Photo: Bjørn Sigurdsøn / NTB

Grandma paved the way

The princess's grandmother, Queen Sonja, also joined the Norwegian Armed Forces. As Crown Princess, she became the country's first female colonel and the first woman in the royal family to hold a military rank.

Queen Sonja herself has said that it was important to her because she wanted to pave the way for other women and open doors for them in the Armed Forces.

– The armed forces are a male-dominated agency, so it is not very easy for women to be heard. If I could in any way help them to be heard and gain a better status, I would be very happy to contribute to that, has Queen Sonja said, who also became an honorary member of the Oslo Military Society.

Excerpts from an article written by Vilde Helljesen, Kristi Marie Skrede, Sunniva Nerbøberg and Håkon Benjaminsen for NRK. The article was published on April 2, 2025, at 13:03, and updated the same day at 16:25. The excerpts has been translated and edited for clarity by me.

Note from Saga: I don't speak military, so some of these translations are most likely wrong. I did the best I could with the limited knowledge I have!

[wordsandrobots]

Say what you will about Yoshiyuki Tomino, he hasn't yet inflicted a beauty pageant on me in the middle of a lethal game of cat-and-mouse with an alien armada. Good grief.

As I mentioned previously, watching Super Dimension Fortress Macross, I struggled to maintain a clean distinction between 'this sucks' and 'I hate it'. Certainly, I don't think it's fair to lay into the highly variable animation quality (a quick glance at Wikipedia confirms the production was somewhat troubled) or the particular type of song chosen to centre the show around (this is a matter of taste and while I could get very snobbish about hinging everything on a pop song with the refrain 'zoom zoom zoom zoom', that definitionally goes against treating something on its own terms). I won't even attempt to lay out why I found the love triangle centred on protagonist Hikaru Ichijyo so incredibly tedious, because there's a point at which one just has to accept one is not suited to a particular set of conventions and tropes.

Conversely, when I say the action is overall rather dull, I mean that as a substantive complaint and a direct comparison to the original run of Gundam shows, of which several key creative figures here were fans. I'm not sure if it's simply there being less visual variety, since the bulk of the focus is on the same two or three mecha designs, or just that there's a trick to making jet fighter combat sing they haven't quite cracked yet. I've seen later pieces of Macross animation that hold up better in terms of storyboarding, so it's not inherent to the idea, merely this initial execution. Where this series does manage interesting visuals, it's in the juxtaposition of giants with human-sized environments or vise versa, and the persistence of changes in the world. About a third of the way through, it's established the alien Zentradi can't keep their spaceships in good repair, so when our heroes smash up an enemy command centre on their way out of being taken prisoner, it stays damaged for the next third of the show. I found that a lovely touch.

There end the nice things I have to say. Beyond this, I have three serious critiques I think are worth making about SDF Macross. Let's take a cut for spoilers and for me getting frankly quite ratty about a major anime franchise.

First point: fairly early on I found myself thinking, "so this is what straight mecha anime looks like." By that, I don't mean it is sexist, although to be clear, this is one of the most irredeemably sexist things I have watched in a while. Every female character is defined by how acceptably 'feminine' they are and their actions revolve solely around the male cast. The few instances where it looks like we might break from this pattern are swiftly walked back (I'm particularly smarting about Lap Lamiz, introduced as a high-ranking and formidable commander, ending up playing second fiddle to Kravshera, who while one of the most consistently entertaining antagonists is still little more than a belligerent, thuggish drunk).

Nor do I mean SDF Macross is meaningfully homophobic. We have one cross-dressing joke of the 'aliens misunderstand human gender roles' variety and one instance of protagonist Hikaru being called a pervert for mistakenly stumbling into a lingerie display in public. Compared to, say, the comedy eked out of disgust-at-queerness in Gurren Lagen, it comes across as quaintly oblivious.

No, what I'm getting at is that I have never before encountered a plot you could shatter so thoroughly with the very concept of same-sex attraction. The Zentradi, you see, are a warlike race of bio-engineered giants who possess 'no culture'. This means their lives are entirely devoted to combat, with art, creativity and love all unknown to them, to the point Zentradi men and women live completely separately from one another (in the movie adaptation, this is changed to a full-on war of between the two genders). Regardless of this, they respond on a primeval level when exposed to songs, music, and most of all, the sight of men and women kissing. Somehow, despite being hundreds of thousands of years removed from 'culture' – treated as a general encapsulation of anything outside warfare – they still get the hots for blue-haired pretty boys and sixteen-year-old pop-idols. That is to say, they're fully capable of attraction and all it entails, emotionally and socially speaking; it's just that the segregation of the sexes meant they were oblivious to this fact.

What a damn shame there were no gay Zentradi or this whole thing could have been sorted out eons ago.

You might think this is making a lot of a ridiculous plot conceit in a show that not only has giant alien but presupposes they can size-shift via techno-biological means and are otherwise functionally identical to humans. This isn't any less daft. But it is a reminder of how people like me aren't considered part of 'culture' despite having existed for as long as there have been people, and that's hard to overlook.

Second point: the inherent meaninglessness to how the conflict is portrayed.

SDF Macross opens with a brutal attack on the island city built up as part of an effort to restore the titular warship after it crashed on Earth. This forms the first in a series of exceptionally destructive incidents, including the island itself getting teleported to Pluto, a nuclear-level detonation that demolishes 50 square miles of inhabited landscape, and Zentradi bombardment leaving the Earth's surface a desolate desert. Over the course of this carnage, a grand total of three voiced characters are killed, the death of only one of whom is given any emotional weight, since Minmay's parents are presented as unlikeable and unreasonable. Theoretically, we are talking about an inconceivable level of loss, so some numbness is expected. But it's striking how utterly insignificant it all is in relation to the main cast.

Nobody spends much time reflecting on the destruction. The city destroyed at the start is rebuilt inside the Macross (several times). The Macross' crew lead a reconstruction effort to restore the damaged Earth that swiftly restores a 'normal' suburban environment with only token gestures towards the hardship resulting from the utter ecological collapse of the entire planet. True, there is mention that Earth's technology advanced rapidly as a result of encountering alien machinery. Yet all the same: nobody is markedly changed as a result of living through any of this.

To contrast with Gundam again, there are a lot of traumatic events in those shows that do not quite have the enduring impact they perhaps should. Nevertheless, such things usually mark turning points, the loss of people the main characters care for or the sight of the harm caused by war changing and reinforcing their arcs. And Macross is certainly trying to present its equivalent moments as traumatic, lushly rendering the devastation and humanising it by, for instance, showing a soldier throwing his body over a child in the seconds before both are atomised. It arguably does a better job of depicting this sort of thing, while astronomically upping the scale.

I couldn't, however, tell you why they bothered when the actual core of the show – the aforementioned tedious love triangle – remains entirely unaltered as a result. Ichijyo, Minmay and Hayase bumble through their failure to communicate without the slightest reference to the scale of the loss they have endured. Oh, it structures the plot in a nominal sense, A to B to C. But for all the difference it makes, nobody might have died, certainly not the parents of two of the three in the same apocalypse. You might at least think that would induce some significant progression in the relationship(s) or their maturity, but nope! Two years into rebuilding human civilisation and the misunderstandings continue as usual.

(The movie makes an attempt to actually connect the dots, the exploration of the dead Earth becoming the point Ichijyo and Hayase form a romance. In doing so, though, they cut out the meat of the two's interactions from the original, raising more questions about what the hell she sees in him. I therefore can't give it too much credit. Although it does manage to make the death of Roy Föcker [Ichijyo's mentor figure] even less impactful than it is in the series, which is at least funny. Oh, I should be clear, I don't count Roy in the above discussion because his death is in run-of-the-mill armed conflict not, you know, the end of the flipping world.)

This wouldn't irk me if not for the conscious centring of spectacular grand-scale violence every few episodes, where you're abruptly reminded you're technically watching a war story. If they'd spent less effort on the harrowing scenes, the whole might work more seamlessly, but clearly they wanted to show exactly how horrible the war was, for the maybe ten seconds at a time in which it got to be the emotional focus. The tonal shift from there to whatever way Ichijyo is failing to decide which of these two women he actually gives a shit about this week is basically the Jeremy Clarkson "Oh no. Anyway" gif, repeatedly, for thirteen hours.

Anyway, needless to say this whole debacle is an exercise in imperialist storytelling.

Right. OK, this is point three and it's me getting pissed-off enough to indulge in the bleakest reading possible. I feel bad about it, because this is the big dumb 'pop music saves the word' mecha franchise, who could be mean over that, etc, etc. But look: we are talking about a series where the antagonists are a people 'without culture' who are pole-axed and converted by exposure to the delights of a heterosexual, consumerist, celebrity-centric society, who then prove troublesome to actually integrate into the greater whole. It is very notable that while we get a brief demonstration of human resistance toward welcoming aliens to the Macross, post time-skip all the trouble is caused by Zentradi who cannot give up their belligerent ways. All of it. Everything would be absolutely fine if they just went along with the majority who are happy working to restore the Earth, but oh no, these few are just too barbaric and angry. They want to return to warring and won't let us take them out non-lethally even when we want to. How sad.

(No one seriously gives a fuck about this. The Macross firing its cannon to obliterate the angry Zentradi is a heroic moment of final victory, capping off the series.)

The Zentradi are desirous of 'human' culture. They covert the pretty pop-princess. They are, after defeat in battle, flattered into instant feminity by the affection of a 'gentleman' (sod me, that's how the Macross wiki describes Max, the man whose reaction on first meeting Milia is to estimate her bust size and remark how she's perfectly his type). They make crude attempts to emulate 'culture' for themselves, that they sometimes turn against humanity, when they aren't perfectly happy to live lives functionally indistinguishable from 'normal' people.

There is a token attempt to copy the Gundam play-book by having dubious military higher-ups who theoretically act to make the situation worse despite our heroes' attempts at peaceful solutions, plus repeated references to the 'Unification Wars' that leave me undecided as to whether the series thinks forcibly annexing the entire world under a single authority is a bad thing or not. We do get the usual 'humans have also made war for as long as we have existed' line to show how we aren't so different.

Even so, it's not significantly less imperialistic to write tales about alien enemies who lack the things that go into a 'proper' society and who will become acceptable citizens if they just embrace those things than it is to simply render them a homogenous mass of acceptable targets in need of extermination. To return to my first point, Macross' idea of culture is one where people like me – and people of non-heterosexual orientations in the original audience – do not belong. The story presupposes that a 20th Century 'developed' lifestyle can (and should) be replicated ad nauseam, regardless of whatever level of upheaval is inflicted upon it. Also (human) military personnel are nearly always in the right and anyone criticising them is being churlish. Seriously, we never get the reason why Minmay's cousin has such contempt for soldiers, beyond his being a jerk, to say nothing of Ichijyo's own initial dislike of the military evaporating like snow on a hotplate.

I do not like Super Dimension Fortress Macross. It is a mediocre piece of animated art, its action empty spectacle and its characters largely shallow. While I am, unlike what you might think, not averse to things being dumb fun, the precise configuration of the setting and what it is intentionally or otherwise implying about 'culture' with respect to other societies means I quite simply can't have fun here. Perhaps you will not have these issues with it, but I still cannot in good conscience recommend this series to anyone else.

You can enjoy the Valkyrie as one of the best mecha designs ever committed to screen perfectly well detached from this drivel. Who knows, maybe that's what most people do?

I wouldn't blame them.

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Midnight Ride (William x Henry Fanfic)

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Warning: sex, teasing, shaming, subjects of homophobia, and slut shaming. You’ve been warned.

Henry was leaned up against the brick wall of the outside of Fredbear’s, breathing in the sweet, savory scent of William’s cigar. Each second felt like an hour as Henry’s impatient wife beckoned him to hurry on up with each ring of the wired phone from inside.

He didn’t find the sound to be of annoyance, he actually enjoyed it. He loved knowing she cared, but William certainly thought otherwise as each beckoning ring of the phone from inside came about.

“Why won’t you just pick it up?”, William wondered out loud, his cold silver eyes fixating on Henry’s.

“Because I’m out here with you. She’ll give up at some point.” Henry thoughtfully replied.

“Some point?” William groaned.

Henry chuckled. He knew it irritated William, but he didn’t mind as he got up from the wall, walking over to William and slightly caressing his thumb into the base of his shoulder. William let out a bit of a moan to the loosening tension, but his eyes stayed on the engine of his car, seemingly trying to figure out what had happened to it.

“It won’t start if you keep on bitching.”, Henry told him, holding back a snicker. “Like your mother used to say, “nothing works if you fool with it in a bad mood.””

“My mother was a incompetent whore.”, William sneered.

“William!”, Henry yelled out, disappointed in how he spoke of his mother. He adored her, she was like cherry pie: sweet in every way. That was true to him at least.

William glimpsed up at Henry, a tad bit of a snarky look met his face. “She was, just because you met a bloody sweet old lady back in the days of high school doesn’t mean she wasn’t going around in bars sleeping with older men.”

“That doesn’t make her a whore, William. She just had issues. Hell, if we are throwing that term around I would call you one.”, Henry told him as his brows furrowed, fidgeting with the hair in front of his face as he swallowed down a slight chuckle at his own words. The audacity of calling William that was enough to make him cackle.

William’s eyes snapped up at him, as did as his back, slamming into his chest. Henry flinched at that, taking a few steps back. William turned around, smirking.

“What makes you say that, Henry?”, he asked him.

“The way you speak to people. You can be so flirty sometimes, charming even. Don’t you find that to be a lot like how you describe a whore, William?”

“Well, yes.”, he responded thickly.

Henry giggled. “Then why fight that, Will’?”

“Because unlike her I don’t go and try to shag every man in sight.”

Henry frowned, rolling his eyes. “Women, William. You get dolly eyed with your wife, but you’ll go off and treat another like an angel from heaven itself.”

“If anything you do the same. I see how you give all those people that dashing awkward smile. It’s so big I’d be surprised if it doesn’t hurt from how much you do it.”, William replied, coming closer to Henry, bringing his hand up and poking him with his pointer finger as he cheekily mimicked his gleeful little expression.

Henry giggled. “And you’re any better? Every time I look at you—god, your smiling ear to ear. It’s so clear it’s fake too!”

William bit back a laugh. “And you’re any better? I remember when that one lady came in complaining—bloody hell, you almost lost it!”

“I had to make sure she didn’t make us lose half of our customers with her screaming…”, Henry snarled.

“Don’t get all pissed, I was just poking at you, Emily. I thought it was adorable.”, William accidentally let slip. His eyes widened a tad, practically instantaneously as he realized what he had let fly out. Every bone in his body stiffened in that momentum, unsure of what to say to save himself. He couldn’t do a thing, it was useless. Henry had already taken it in, especially by the look he gave him.

“Adorable?”, Henry repeated, seemingly needing to generally understand the context behind it. “You think I’m adorable Will’?”, he questioned, a smile building up over his lips.

William’s face felt like a flame, and he bit into his lip. “Shut your trap, Emily.”, William quickly said as he turned his attention back to the engine, bending over and working on it once more. “It’s late anyways. I probably smoked too much, so sod off my arse.” William reasoned as he opened up his cigarette box with a simple flick and took out yet another stick, lighting it with his lighter before popping it into his mouth.

Henry’s nose wrinkled at the smell, but he didn’t bother to complain about it. It was a smell he enamored beneath all of its crudeness. It smelled like William, and it brought back many past memories between them. He could never give up such a thing, even if it was sometimes unpleasant. “If you say so.”, Henry sarcastically said as he rolled his eyes and peaked over William’s shoulder to check on what he was fiddling with.

William frowned, but as he felt weight on his shoulder, that frown changed into a smirk. He enjoyed the feeling of Henry next to him. He could never explain why, but he practically worshiped the feeling as well as him. Who wouldn’t? He thought. It was quite a normality in his eyes.

And Henry didn’t know about that. Which he found to be an understandably good thing. He knew if Henry did, he could be shut out, possibly even called a faggot! He didn’t like the idea, nor did he want to be absent from what he had. Henry was his everything, and he was in every spot before his own wife. He hated it too. He hated it more than anything in this world, but love and jealousy overruled his thoughts when it came to anything over Henry.

*He just couldn’t get enough of him.*

“You know, Alora may be calling as well, I mean, damn Will’... It's close to 12” Henry worriedly warned William, wishing for him not to get into another fight with her due to staying so late with Henry and leaving her with the kids all day long. As unfair as it was, Henry found it to be a common thing. He had acknowledged at this point how much of a workaholic William was, and it concerned him, but he chose better than to confront him about it. He knew William would defend himself to the end, even if his wife was the one telling him about it.

William took out the cigarette from his mouth, and he threw it down, then smashed it into the ground with the heel of his foot. His silver eyes, as dull as they repeatedly had been, held some kind of sparkle of *joy*. “Let her keep calling. Let’s get us a drink. I want her to know she can keep on calling all she wants, but she can sod off how long I stay with my goddamn co-worker. Bloody hell she gets on my nerves”, he told him, mischievous malice sparkling over his charming face and he crossed his arms, his hands twitching for something to hold onto.

Henry took his head off his shoulder, a bit of an unsure look crept up his face. “Then you better be the one to reason with Pauline.”, he said to his, creasing a brow as he gave out a little chuckle.

“Eh, Whateva’.”William brushed off as he took out yet another cigar. “Want one?”, he asked him.

Henry hesitated. “Sure.”, he would finally say, grabbing the cigarette and popping it into his mouth.

He held his face close to William’s, holding his hand up as William came close and lit it. The two both stared at each other in the eyes, something sparked up, and the both of them looked away awkwardly.

“Thank you.”, Henry replied to him before getting into his own car and patting the passenger seat.,”you’re never gonna get that to work, so just come on in. Lock your car.” He told him as he took out the cigarette, exhaling the smoke.

William obliged, locking his car before coming over and sitting right up next to Henry. He looked over at him and grinned, his chipped tooth clear in his cheeky little smile. It made Henry chuckle.

“Your smile is pretty sweet Will’.”Henry complimented as he shoved the keys into its slot and turned them with a click. He took the car out of park and began to drive. His soft brown eyes didn’t focus back on William, manifesting his own picture of his reaction to the comment.

“Thank you Henry.”, William politely replied, tucking a strand of his mullet behind his ear as he stared through the front-view Mirror, gazing at all the cars they whizzed past. “Triple TJ’s?”, William requested.

“Triple TJ’s it is.”, Henry responded with a laugh as he rolled down the windows, throwing out his cigarette as he took a rough turn, settling his hand instinctively over William’s thigh and gripping it **tight**. He didn’t even *notice* it. Even *after* the turn.

It made William *blush*, and the muscles surrounding his firm grip tensed. Henry was strong, but his hands? Oh, his hands were big enough to take the man’s entire waist in hand. This was almost too much for William, and his legs twitched as he forced his stare out the window beside him, attempting to look at all the pretty LED lights passing them by.

Once they arrived, Henry took notice of where his hand was, and quickly took it away, leaving William to flinch at the sudden coldness surrounding the place he had it originally gripping. “**Sorry**—“Henry started.

“Henry, it’s fine. I know you're used to your *wife* in this car!”, William falsely laughed. He hated mentioning that wretched woman. He loathed her very existence, but Henry had no reason to know about *that*.

“Hah, yeah.”, Henry murmured as he got out of the car, waiting for William to do the same as he adjusted his tie. He felt hot and bothered. He couldn’t understand why he did it. It was his best friend! Why did he feel this way towards some simple mistake *he* made? He thought to himself.

William groaned as he got out of his side of the car, looking around the parking lot for anyone else. “Looks like we are going to be served pretty quick, eh?”, he joked, seeing the small amount of cars surrounding theirs.

Henry forced out a laugh. “Seems so! Now, let’s head inside.” He said as he began to walk up to the doors particularly fast, leaving William behind in the dust.

William gave an inquisitive look towards him before following him and trashing his cigar. Before he could even ask him what his deal was, the server greeted them. “Hello, welcome to TJ’s! How many are we expecting?”, she asked in a sweet voice, obviously hiding her tiredness from how late it was.

Henry smiled. “Just two.”

“Alright! You can both find yourselves whatever place you’d like to sit, the waitress will be over there in a moment.”, she responded to his reply, beaming back over to him. Henry’s smile was contagious, and it was ever so obvious to William who held back a bit of laughter at this.

Henry nodded over at the lady and grabbed William’s hand, dragging him over to the bar, William’s hand trembled against Henry’s. His face felt like mush. He wasn’t used to his hands being touched, and the sensitivity from the past spring lock scars was enough to make him bite into his bottom lip. He drilled his nails into the seat to distract himself. Then Henry let go, his face reddening as he too realized how long he had held William’s hand.

Then the bartender swung his way over to them. “What’ll it be tonight, gentlemen?”, he charmingly questioned as he cocked his head to the side.

“Tequila for me, please.”, Henry said.

“Vodka.”, William conjoined.

“I’ll be right with you both with that.”, the bartender told them as he moved off over to the glass bottles, pouring their drinks with precision and focus. Then he slid them both over.

William practically downed his before covering his mouth and swallowing down his reaction to the burn in his throat. “Bloody hell…”, he muttered.

“Christ, Will—“, Henry began before taking a sip of his tequila, his brows creasing at the pain. “Keep drinking like that and you’ll be too drunk to even get back home.”

“Mm, maybe that’s my plan.”, William suggested as his eyes flickered over to Henry, half-lidded. His tone had taken a turn, it was deep and melodic.

Henry practically blushed at that, lowering his head into his chest before laughing nervously. William watched this and grinned. He was well-aware what effects his voice had on people, especially the people in hurricane; the same people who weren’t used to the sound of a British accent. Even Henry, who was used to his accent, couldn't get over the foreignness. William took advantage of that especially as he got up, and heard karaoke being played in the back of the bar.

“Come on, Emily! Why don’t we go and join them in some karaoke? Your voice has always been certainly angelic…”, William offered flirtatiously.

Henry’s face got as red as the inside of a cherry pie, he shook his head, holding his hands up. “Will’, i'd rather not—“

“Come on…”, William pressured before grabbing Henry’s hand after it settled the money that they owed and dragged him on over to the stand, handing him a microphone.

“William!”, Henry yelped, earning himself an unpleasant screech from the microphone before sighing. “You tricky bitch.”Henry cursed under his breath as William drunkly cackled.

Then “Wake Me Up Before You Go” began to play, and Henry tapped his foot to the beat. “Oh god, Will don’t even get me started—“

William shook his hips and got in front of Henry, putting his face close to his as he began to sing. “Jitterbug! Jitterbug! Jitterbug!”

Henry came along with it, “You put the boom-boom into my heart!” He chuckled out as he started to sing.

“Oooh-ooh!”, William echoed.

Then they began to sing together in harmony.

“You send my soul sky-high

When your lovin' starts

Jitterbug into my brain (yeah-yeah)

Goes a bang-bang-bang

'Til my feet do the same!”

William brushed himself up against Henry’s front, turning his head back over to him as they both smiled wide at each other.

“But something's bugging me

Something ain't right

My best friend told me

What you did last night

You left me sleeping in my bed

I was dreaming

But I should've been with you instead…”

Henry buckled his hips into William as William thrusted back, rubbing his ass against his crotch. Then he turned around abruptly.

“Wake me up before you go-go

Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo

Wake me up before you go-go

I don't wanna miss it when you hit that high

Wake me up before you go-go

'Cause I'm not planning on going solo

Wake me up before you go-go, ah

Take me dancing tonight

I wanna hit that high, yeah, yeah!”

“You drive me nuts Will’, you know that?”

“Of course I do Henry, but you love it”, he whispered into his ear, hiding his face against his as he laid an innocent peck against the side of Henry’s face.

Henry practically froze, but their song went on and on, and neither of them wanted to stop.

“You take the grey skies outta my way (ooh-ooh)

You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day

You turned a bright spark into a flame (yeah-yeah)

My beats per minute never been the same…”

William gave Henry a needy look.

“'Cause you're my lady

I'm your fool

It makes me crazy when you act so cruel

Come on, baby

Let's not fight

We'll go dancing

Everything will be alright!”

Henry’s eyes interlocked with William’s, and a flustered look met his face. He couldn’t help himself but to imagine that man beneath him. William was perfect in every way in his eyes. Better than Pauline, better than anyone else was his own partner. The man so close yet so far from him.

“Wake me up before you go-go

Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo

Wake me up before you go-go

I don't wanna miss it when you hit that high

Wake me up before you go-go

'Cause I'm not planning on going solo

Wake me up before you go-go, ah

Take me dancing tonight

I wanna hit that high, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby!”

William grabbed Henry’s hand, pulling their bodies close to each other with a mischievous beam as they shared their microphones.

“Jitterbug!

Jitterbug!”

William grabbed Henry by his waist, slipping his hand down to his ass secretly and Henry held his waist. It made William bite his lip. His hands were so big, and so dreamy. He wished they were tougher against him.

“Cuddle up, baby

Move in tight

We'll go dancing tomorrow night

It's cold out there

But it's warm in bed

They can dance

We'll stay home instead!”

William’s hand squeezed as he leaned his head into Henry’s neck, hiding himself as he laid sweet and heated kisses against the skin of his neck.

“Wake me up before you go-go

Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo

Wake me up before you go-go

I don't wanna miss it when you hit that high

Wake me up before you go-go

'Cause I'm not planning on going solo

Wake me up before you go-go, ah

Take me dancing tonight

Wake me up before you go-go

Don't you dare to leave me hanging on like a yo-yo!”

Henry held back a whine, and instead grabbed William’s hand, twirling him to the end of their song.

“Take me dancing

A boom-boom-boom-boom, oh!

A boom-boom-boom-boom (yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Take me dancing tonight) ooh-aah

Yeah, yeah!”

The sound of clapping erupted in the room from all sides of the bar and they both giggled to themselves. Little did everyone know they were in for the time of their lives tonight.

Henry was the one this time to haul William out of the place, and out into the car. He shoved William into the passenger side, and hopped himself into the front seat. “Your wife home, Will?”

William was startled, but he drunkenly laughed. “Definitely at her mother’s with the kids by now, complaining about me.”

“Good.” Henry responded. “She’s good for nothing anyways.”

William looked surprised but he laughed by the end of it. He knew deep down for a while now that they both shared the same hate for each other’s marriages. He pushed up his glasses that stood crooked up on the bridge of his nose, laughing at Henry’s eagerness as he pulled out swiftly of their parking space.

They were clearly both in so much need in the heat of the moment they couldn’t help themselves but to touch up on each other during the ride. William’s shirt was teasingly unbuttoned by Henry at a red light. Henry’s thighs were covered by William’s hand at another. William’s neck was littered with kisses at the third. It wasn’t much longer until they gave up, parking at a secluded area.

William and Henry got out of the car, and Henry shoved William into the back, shutting the door behind himself before getting on top of him. “I have been seeing the way you look at me, Will’. I never could figure out why you looked at me the way women would look at me.”, he told him as he laid rough kisses against his neck, practically choking him as William’s back arched beneath him. “And, now it’s all so obvious… you’ve wanted me all this time. Just like this, haven’t you?”, he seductively questioned before sucking on the sensitive side of his neck, the exact place where William felt his entire body heat up, the feeling was like heaven. God had given him a gift he knew he didn’t deserve.

William’s hand traveled to Henry’s shirt, unbuttoning it before forcing Henry to throw it off as he began to suck on Henry’s nipples, biting down on the man and earning himself a pleasurable look from Henry. His eyes rolled up and whimpers escaped him. Henry’s hands risked being thrown off even more as he slid them down to William’s waist where they held him perfectly. They were like each other’s missing puzzle pieces, and Henry became well-aware of that especially as he sunk his nails into William’s body.

“Masochistic fuck…”, Henry whined out as William chuckled.

Then Henry forced William down on the ground. “Turn around," he told him. William obliged.

Henry undid his own and William’s belt, sliding each other’s pants down and watched as pre-cum slid down the tip of his cock, and how it dripped from William’s own dick. It was enough to get him to grin to know his smell was going to be all over his car, and he didn’t even mind. He stroked his cock to the point he almost cried from the sensitiveness. William’s own moans couldn’t sustain either. He wanted him bad, and the vibration was enough to make it all worse.

“L-let me prep myself first,” William insisted as he turned around and leaned up against the car door.

“How about I do it, sweetheart.”, Henry offered, to which William gave a look. A look that begged him to do so with every bone inside his body.

Henry scooted close to William, and he spread his thighs. William bit down hard on his lip, and Henry noticed. Henry kissed him to stop him from harming himself. This kiss became heated quite quickly, leading to Henry sliding his tongue into William’s mouth and sucking hard. It was enough to make him seem like a cannibal from how hungry he was for him.

Then he parted from him, sticking two fingers into William’s mouth. “Suck for me, dear.”

William nodded, looking up at Henry’s with a mix of submissiveness and determination as he sucked on the two fingers, coating them with his own spit for lube. Then Henry took them out with a wet “plop”. William’s eyes flickered Henry’s hand, especially as it lowered down to his tight little hole. Henry inserted one of them, curling it almost imminently, which made William cry out in pain, grabbing onto Henry’s side.

“Are you alright?”, Henry asked softly, shushing his painful cries as he began to briskly thrust the finger in and out to the beat of their hearts.

“Im—mmm…—I’m fine—keep—ah!—going.”William instructed him as his eyes threatened to roll into the back of his head. His brows creased to the pain, but yet, it felt so, so good, he never wanted it to stop. It was like the world around him had paused and he was in the spotlight.

He squirmed as Henry put it yet another finger into him, this time using a quick scissoring motion, one that made him shiver as he shoved up and down William’s ass hole. The wet squelches of skin flooded the car, and so did William’s loud voice. A voice that Henry loved to hear utter his name.

“Henry… Henry…”, he whined as his hips buckled into his hand.

“Good boy…”, Henry told him. “You’re being such a good boy for me, William.”, he repeated as he slid his fingers out, leaving William feeling empty without something else inside of him.

Then he felt Henry’s tip slide in, and then his entire cock. He tried to maintain his composure until he bursted out with cries and almost began to sob himself. “Fuck! Fuck!—you’re so big!”, he moaned out quickly as Henry’s thrusts sped up.

Henry took no care for the pain William felt, he wanted to give him what he deserved, a punishment that he needed to endure for relentlessly pleasuring him in public. For how he rubbed his ass up against his clothes crotch. For how he kissed his neck without any hesitation or reason within his head. He deserved every bit of his cock inside of him.

William’s hands met his own cock, stroking it swiftly as Henry’s thrusts sped up as well. Henry’s hand met William’s hair, tugging it to make him look up at him as they both knew how close they were to finishing.

“Fuck—you’re so goddamn tight!”, Henry cried as he kept going, penetrating him.

William muffled his moans with his hand, shutting his eyes as he was finally meeting his own orgasm. “Henry!—henry—FUCK—IM COMING—“, he screamed as he finally came all over Henry’s chest.

And Henry followed along not too long after, watching as cum spilled out of William's asshole once he pulled out. “Fuck”, he murmured as he collapsed over William.

The two met eyes, and kissed. They knew this night may never happen again, and may be forgotten as well. They knew if this got out, they would never hear the end of it, but as long as they were side by side, it was all going to be alright.

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[misandresther]

Hey Sara! your blog and many other blogs made me realise a lot of my mistakes and things I had been conditioned to follow. I kinda feel skeptical about doing engineering at the moment as it’s a very male dominated field and I don’t like them but I do like engineering. My family on the other hand is not that supportive saying that I am not determined or ambitious. What’s your opinion on that?

Love you lots btw☺️☺️

I'm glad that you connected with the radfem community here, and I'm very happy knowing you came across my account! Engineering, like most STEM fields, is largely male-dominated, but it is changing, and more and more women are shining! ( Here, the rate of women engineering graduates is among the highest worldwide, and if Moroccan women can do it, then so can you and any other woman. We make better engineers than men).

And yes, while engineering is a hard major at uni, and you'd need to be proficient at physics, maths, computers, if you feel like you can do it, if you like the field, if you see yourself having a future as an engineer, then yes, absolutely! Go for it!

Don't let anyone else dictate your life, even if they're your family or if you love them, especially not your academic life! Education is one of the few ways to escape your family/current situation for many women (myself included) and you being a girl does not change nor influences your chance at graduating with honors AT ALL. It's your hard work as a university student that does!

I think it's YOUR choice and yours only, and if you want my personal opinion, you'll make one hell of an engineer sis!! <3

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Happy holidays to you 🎄🎁🌟❤️

*whispers* , who do you think deserves better

Lotor or Ben Solo/Kylo Ren

First of all: thank you so much! Happy Holidays to you, too!! I hope you are enjoying this holiday season with your loved ones 🎄🎀☃️💖

And second of all: NOOOO Anon how could you make me choose??! 😭😂😂

My gut reaction is to say both of them, but that's not really the answer we're looking for here, is it? Hehe. So I have tried to seriously consider this and provide a sincere answer to your question.

A quick heads up, I will be mentioning reylo and lotura here and there throughout this little essay!

The most fun part about comparing Ben and Lotor I think comes from the fact that these two are suuuuper similar to one another. I covered this a tiny bit in this ask where I talk about how protective the two of them are, but to reiterate:

Both Lotor and Ben are from sci-fi/fantasy franchises that were released around the same time, both have troubled relationships with their fathers, both are great swordsmen and pilots and engineers, both murdered their fathers, have complicated childhoods, rarely show their true faces to others, killed their dads, fell in love with fierce and powerful women, kissed said fierce and powerful women before shortly dying afterwards, said bye-bye to papa by doin a lil stabby stab, became intergalatic leaders of the most powerful empires in the universe -- oh, and did I mention daddy issues? You tend to find that a lot with long-haired emo boys from fiction. It's just the way it is. And for these two in particular you can also sprinkle in a little "mommy issues" just for funsies.

But in all seriousness, Lotor and Ben share a LOT in common, which is pretty crazy! So who deserves better, really? In order to make a fair judgment my first thought was to take into account their crimes and if they were able to redeem themselves in the end. But this is also fiction. As soon as people slap the label "toxic" on a character or ship, I usually tend to tune them out. This is by no means a hot take, but fiction is a form of escapism. It is a way for people to experience a thing (e.g. horror, adventure, romance) without actually having to experience it. So if we have a couple of sad boys who murder and manipulate people but also want to find love, who's gonna stop us from rooting for them? Absolutely no one!

I digress, but my point is that I usually don't care which character did what and why they're a bad person for it. But even then were Ben and Lotor really all that bad? After all, we learned from "The Rise of Kylo Ren" comics that Ben was ultimately not the one responsible for destroying Luke's Jedi school, and in TROS we found out that he was being manipulated by Palpatine the entire time.

For Lotor, we never really got a clear picture of what exactly he was doing with that Altean colony. To this day I still don't get it! In S6E6 he says, "Many Alteans perished in my quest to unlock the mysteries of quintessence." But then in S8E13 Allura says, "Lotor may have been misguided, but ultimately he wanted to preserve life." Like, what does any of that mean?? There are cracks in the armor, Anon! Cracks!!! Not to mention all of the theories with very convincing evidence that there were a ton of changes made to season 8, and unfortunately I don't think we're ever going to get a solid answer from the showrunners as to what was really supposed to happen.

In the end, the complicated and morally gray choices that Lotor and Ben made throughout their lives are what make their characters so interesting! They did the wrong things for what they believed to be the right reasons. If they didn't come across as the mysterious and devious fellas as they did when we first saw them, we wouldn't be such big fans of them. We would've chosen someone else 😉

So any bad deeds aside, maybe we oughta take a step back and do one last comparison. Most notably, comparing how they died. Ben died saving the person he loved, while Lotor died fighting the person he loved. I would have to argue that Lotor's death was far more gruesome and superfluous than Ben's. Not only did he go mad from all of the raw quintessence coursing through his body, but we find out in season 8 that his body had remained in his ship for three whole years, decayed and melted (seriously whose idea was it to share that imagery? I'm scarred for life) and left to sit there by his own mother.

Ben's passing was also deeply upsetting. I cried in the theater. But you can't deny that it was a peaceful one. From the way his body faded into nothingness, leaving beind only his clothes, the audience is able to assume that he became a Force Ghost (or did he? 🤔). He was battered and beaten, but he brought the woman he loved back to life, and in giving his life to her and helping her defeat Palpatine, he redeemed himself. And not only did he redeem himself, but he was also able to reconcile with both of his parents.

Lotor didn't get to do either of those things. He never got the chance. He was manipulated by both of his parents, and he never had the opportunity to redeem himself on his own terms. You know, for someone who directly influenced the entirety of season 8's plot, Lotor is hardly in it! I suppose he sort of redeemed himself, at least in Allura's eyes, but he was long gone by then. He wasn't around to see any of the stuff going on in season 8, stuff happening specifically FOR him because his mother wanted him back. In season 6 he went out like your average cartoon villain--dying because of his own hubris while the heroes looked on. In season 8 we only get: a flashback episode, him showing up in Allura's bedroom ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), and him copied and pasted into the background as a ghost in the finale, almost like something is amiss in this scene (cracks in the armor, Anon!!!). UGH. You hate to see it.

But at the same time, I'm not too upset that Lotor died if I'm being completely honest with you. At least not anymore, anyway. Don't get me wrong, at the time I cried when his death was confirmed, and then I cried again when Allura died. But at least they get to be together in the afterlife. Ben had a lot going for him. He was only 30 years old when he died, and that's still very young. He could have had a long, happy life with Rey, and to truly redeem himself in the eyes of the resistance, could have devoted his time to restoring peace and order to the galaxy, as well as teach the new generation of Force-wielders alongside Rey.

Lotor, on the other hand, was 10,000 years old. The idea of having lived that long is not only unfathomable, but the fact that he probably spent most of that time being completely alone is just... really, really sad. If I were him I would have been ready to kick the bucket, too. I think the kindest thing to do for him at that point was to give him a peaceful, as well as justified, departure in the series finale. Allura had suffered as well. She had lost everything, just like him, so the two of them finding peace in the afterlife would be the most merciful conclusion, I believe.

Soooo I'm gonna cheat again with my answer 😂 Who deserves better? I would say BOTH of them deserve better, but in different ways. Ben Solo deserved to live, while Lotor deserved a better death.

Thank you so much for this question, Anon! I really had to think a lot about this one, and even though in the end I couldn't actually choose between the two, I still enjoyed coming up with this long-winded answer haha! If you have any further insights you would like to add, or if you even disagree with any of the things I've said, please don't hesitate to say so! I am always happy to discuss anything Ben or Lotor-related 😁 My love for these boys knows no bounds 💖