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inevitablysomber-dark · 2 years ago

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Shackled (Chapter 17)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

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You were ok.

Rafe put in the work when he decided to nurse you back to health, and as grateful as you were for his help, you were just as unsettled being around him.

Which was how you found yourself sneaking out of the front door of the Cameron Mansion. You had no money and no way to get any farther than the entrance of Figure 8.

That is until you catch Sarah, walking out with her car keys in hand, probably sneaking out as well, so you rush to her side as quickly as possible, frightening her.

"O my gosh, you scared me," she places her hand above her chest for emphasis, giving a deep breath before continuing. "Did you need something?" she asks.

"I was wondering if you were going to the cut?" you ask, looking back at the mansion.

"I was going to see John B." she nods.

"Would you mind taking me there as well?" you ask, looking back again when you thought you heard something.

"What about Ra-,"

You cut her off.

"Don't worry about Rafe. I feel like I'm suffocating here and was hoping to get out for a bit," she looks doubtfully at you. "I promise I'll be back before he notices. I just need to feel some freedom,"

"Ok," she says.

"Ok," you respond.

You had no reason to trust Sarah, Ward had already proven how much of a scumbag he was, and you didn't need any confirmations about Sarah. Sure, it felt like you could tell her, but with your luck, you didn't want to risk it.

You both get into the vehicle, and she begins driving off.

During your weeks of recovery, Rafe never let you out of his sight, Ward allowed him to work from home, and he would only ever step out if he needed to do a visit. Which was rare, so he'd take you with him when he did one.

You fought against it initially, but realizing he wasn't giving you a choice, you begrudgingly followed along.

Amid your care, he constantly held, stroked, and fondled you. Forcing you to touch and feel him through his arousal. Always whispering promises of your physical reunion, saying that he couldn't wait to officially get his hands on you.

It was so jarring and uncomfortable to go through all of this, but then he'd go back to taking care of you, making sure you took your pills, keeping you well-fed and hydrated. He would be so gentle sometimes; it gave you whiplash.

Tomorrow would be one of your last appointments pertaining to the injuries caused by your father. You knew you would be given the ok, because you were ok. You could finally breathe without pain, your limp was basically nonexistent, and your face was completely healed. They had no reason to deny Rafe his need to have you.

Tonight was the only night where you had just enough freedom to escape your personal hell known as Rafe Cameron, and it was by pure luck.

He was under the influence when he walked out of the bathroom that night. You could tell through his slurred words and wobbly movements.

You assumed he did a line while he was in there.

When he came to bed, he started talking about work, Ward, Sarah, and even you.

He got you to pull on his cock, releasing himself in your hand, saying he couldn't wait to have you again before knocking out cold. An hour had passed before you realized this was the perfect opportunity to leave. So, you put on some clothes, pulled on one of his jackets to keep you warm through the cold, and stepped out.

As Sarah drove on the cut's main road, you waited a few moments before telling her to stop. Your house was still a couple of blocks away, but you would manage.

"You sure?" she asks. "I can just take you where you need to go."

"I'm sure. I'll see you later," you close her door and wave her off, waiting for her to leave before you walk toward your home.

It stood the same, the only difference being the police tape and the giant hole dug out in the backyard. You walk around to look in the hole, and your heart clenches.

You were sure they dug your mother out, and if you hadn't done anything to save your neck, you'd be buried beside her. You couldn't say you were surprised because your father did have his violent tendencies, and in terms of evidence, it worked against him.

Once the shock slips away, you try the back door to find it open. You didn't know what you would find, but you had to try.

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An hour and a half later, you found 200 dollars and your father's truck keys. You got a small bookbag from your room and started packing from whatever was left behind when Ward and Rafe last came to get your things.

It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

You planned to return to Misty's Lounge and beg Sam for a set or two. You could stay with someone for a few days, then skip town as soon as you have made enough money.

You walked to the old beat-up Chevy, adjusting your seats and mirrors, as your nerved became unsettled. Of course, it could have been better, but you were pressed for time, on your own, and desperate. You just needed the plan to follow through.

The last time you drove a car was for a driver's test provided by your school. Since then, you haven't touched a wheel.

You take a deep breath before pushing in the key and turning it, the car sputtered and wheezed, but it didn't start. You tried a few times until all you heard was a click from the key turning.

You couldn't give up, you knew your dad had one of his battery starters in the garage. You'd seen him use it a few times, so you had an idea of how it worked. Maybe that was it, at least, you were hoping that was it.

When you found the battery starter, you turned it on to see if it worked, but the little screen remained blank. You sat after a few more times, turning the knob, and started wondering if it needed to be charged.

You plug it into an outlet, and after a few minutes, the screen starts blinking.

Relief was flooding your chest, things were starting to look up. You let it sit while you looked around the house. It was just as you left it that night untouched until this moment. You glance at the microwave in the kitchen to watch how much time goes by.

When an hour passes, you unplug the starter hoping it's enough to give you what you need, just as you step onto the porch, you notice another truck parked next to the Chevy and figure walking up the path to your house. As soon light catches the face of the stranger, blue eyes flicker back at you, and you drop the starter rushing back into the house.

“Y/N!” Rafe yelled.

You move up the stairs, rushing to your father's room, it was the only room in the house with a deadbolt lock, and luckily for you, it was open. You quickly move inside, closing the door, not just latching the deadbolt but locking the handle.

You needed to find a way to get out. Looking toward the window, you could find a way to sneak to the starter and work on the Chevy while he was busy trying to open the door inside.

You heard the knob jiggling and started making your move.

"Y/N!" he starts. "Sweetheart, please open the door, or I'm gonna have to do this the hard way, and you'll pay for it if I do,"

He's met with silence as you carefully jiggle the lock on the window.

A sudden bang makes you jump, causing you to stare at the bedroom door. Another bang follows, causing you to jump again. This time the short head of an axe peeks through.

Of course, he had an axe. It had to be one of the two your father used for decorations in the hall. This man had to be the bane of your existence.

You struggle to push the window up, but you manage and carefully climb out.

When you hop off the window from the other side, you land wrong, a sharp pain invading your ankle as it travels up your leg. You had to keep moving, limping toward the front door, grabbing the starter you'd dropped, and pushing yourself toward the Chevy.

You heard the dull thumping of feet going down steps, and that was when you knew you were fucked, but you kept going. Something needed to give.

But nothing did.

You could hear Rafe's steps slow as he got outside, watching you struggle to carry the starter, an unamused chuckle pushing from his throat. Soon enough, he was behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pushed you against the Chevy.

"You're cute, you know that," he whispers into your ear. He grabs a handful of your ass before giving it a painful squeeze.

"I should fuck you right here for the trouble you've caused me." He moves his hand around to your front, palming your mound and squeezing it, grinding his hard-on into the crack of your ass as hard as he can.

"But we don't want any irreversible damage, now do we."

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talkingpointsusa · 4 months ago

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Trump Ally Laura Loomer spins baseless conspiracy theories about Tim Walz having ties to ISIS

Laura Loomer is a person who sucks. She's essentially a self-described "proud Islamophobe" and white nationalist whose whole schtick is calling everybody she doesn't like ISIS. She believes that the Democrats can control the weather and has a bizarre obsession with Kamala Harris’ race.

Despite the fact that this person is clearly extremely fringe and has a belief system not that far out of step with the Neo-Nazi movement, she also has a scary amount of influence on the right having scored interviews with prominent GOP politicians and celebrities like Kari Lake, J,D. Vance, and Nancy Mace. As a result I think it is worth talking about who Loomer is, what she’s all about, and how pretty much everything she says is bullshit. Unfortunately for my sanity, that process involves me watching Laura Loomer. Oh well, lets see what deranged thing she's lying about this time.

TW: Loomer's whole "thing" is basically being an Islamophobe and that carries on in this episode. If you're not comfortable with that, I don't blame you, I'm not either which is why I'm debunking and countering this bullshit while also showing how close it truly is to the modern Republican Party.

21:25, Laura Loomer: "Good evening and welcome to episode 65 of Loomer Unleashed, I'm your host Laura Loomer. If you had any doubts that a Kamala Harris presidency would be anything but a total disaster for the United States of America than the past few days ought to set you free. Yesterday, stock markets all around the world posted one of their worst days ever as investors fear that America is headed for a recession."

On Monday the stock market plummeted after the release of a weaker than expected jobs report coupled with the Federal Reserves decision last week not to lower interest rates, a decision that has been panned by multiple economists who are now suggesting that the Fed make an emergency rate-cut. The current chair of the Federal Reserve is a man by the name of Jerome Powell who was appointed by the Trump Administration. So, while Trump and his sycophants want you to believe that the chaos on Monday was a Kamala crash it was more of a Donald drop.

This crash had nothing to do with Kamala Harris but that didn't stop key figures on the right like Donald Trump, Charlie Kirk, and now Laura Loomer from blaming the crash on the vice-president. In Loomer's case this is particularly embarrassing since she posted this episode on August 6th...the day that the stock market rebounded and investors started to regain some of their losses. Oops, bad timing there.

22:12, Laura Loomer: "Lets make one thing perfectly clear, even though Joe Biden is currently 'the president' (her quotes not mine) we all know that he has not really been in control of the government and the decision making if that couldn't be more obvious to all of you."

No proof, just vibes. Isn't it interesting how far-right media never offers up any concrete evidence outside of "Well, I saw this thing through my distorted worldview and here's the vibe I got!"

But she did put forward that absolutely ridiculous statement with a purpose. Here's where she's going with that line of thinking - this is really dumb and gets contradicted by her multiple times over the course of this episode.

22:30, Laura Loomer: "That means that for the past few years Kamala Harris has already been, in a large part, running our nation. That means that all of the problems over the past four years can be hung around her neck."

I love how they basically have to make fan-fiction up because they don't really have anything on Harris and Walz and got blindsided by Harris deciding to run in the first place. It's been absolutely hilarious to watch.

"Wait guys! Ignore everything that I've been saying for the past four years, Kamala Harris was actually the president this whole time which means all that stuff we made up about Biden actually applies to her! Yeah...that's it."

23:38, Laura Loomer: "Even though the market had been doing quite well prior and has now recovered slightly, just a little, well Monday's disaster is a sign of volatility. And what exactly does this volatility indicate? It indicates uncertainty, massive uncertainty, a lack of confidence, and underlying problems."

Interesting way to try and reconcile that. "Oh yeah, the stock market was doing really well before Monday and has recovered now but uh....the Democrats are still responsible for this." It's almost like there's something that caused such a sudden reaction on the market that Laura isn't telling her audience.

In case you're wondering, she never brings up the Fed or the jobs report in this episode because why would she? It goes against her bizarre narrative that Kamala Harris, who isn't even the president yet, was somehow responsible for a global stock market downturn.

25:12, Laura Loomer: "If this is how Harris's economy has been while she's VP imagine how much worse its going to be when she has full control of the reigns as president, god forbid."

Wait, isn't Harris already the president? You know, back during that long since passed wistful period of three minutes ago when Biden had dementia and Kamala was secretly running the country.

There's a certain level of turning your brain off required to uncritically consume shows like Charlie Kirk and Laura Loomer. If you pay attention to them you'll start to notice that these guys contradict themselves constantly. They have a spread of talking points and they just say shit for two hours without actually thinking about what they're saying beyond "This thing can piss off my audience at this exact moment". If you don't notice these direct contradiction when watching this kind of media, you aren't paying attention.

25:50, Laura Loomer: "The same is true of the immigration crisis which has been at all time lows when President Trump left office partly as a result of COVID."

During the pandemic, undocumented immigrants crossing the border dropped significantly because, well there was a pandemic. However, in the last four months of the Trump presidency encounters at the Southern Border were 14.7% higher than the first month he was in office. This pandemic number was also not an all time low, that would be in April 2017 shortly after Trump took office and before another large spike.

The notion that the Biden-Administration has some sort of "shadowy open border policy" is a total myth that's deeply rooted in white nationalism, as we'll see later on in this post when Loomer starts peddling white nationalism. As a matter of fact, the Biden Administration has increased spending on the border from Donald Trump's $20.9 billion to $23.5 billion. Unfortunately, this also means that many of the human rights abuses at the border that were carried out in the Trump years also carried on during the Biden years which is policy that I obviously don't support.

When people like Laura Loomer talk about "the open boarder" they are essentially admitting that they don't want anybody coming in whether illegally or legally. That is because these people want a white nation, something which Loomer has literally admitted out loud in the past. It's a very thinly disguised dog whistle that you see on every spectrum of the right-wing media ecosystem, from more fringe outlets like Laura Loomer and Infowars all the way to more "mainstream" ones like Daily Wire and FOX News.

26:19, Laura Loomer: "Once here, the Biden/Harris Administration has resorting to simply letting these invaders go free or worse, they have been shipping them to small towns across the country."

Fear-mongering against "the other" is a hallmark of fascist propaganda and it's no exception here. This is all just great replacement theory shit that has nothing backing it up. Notice how nobody ever shows a picture or video of these Biden Harris vehicles shipping migrants to small towns.

This isn't just about migrants at the Southern Border, it's about legal immigration too. The Laura Loomers of the world don't want any immigration unless the people immigrating are white and even then only white heterosexual Christians. Don't believe me? Here's Loomer going on a bigoted tirade against Somali immigrants in Minnesota.

26:30, Laura Loomer: "In fact, Minnesota the state where Kamala's VP pick Tim Walz is governor is a perfect example of how this invader resettlement has gone terribly wrong. A lot of people refer to Minnesota as Little Mogadishu, a little spin-off off of Somalia because of the massive population of Somali Muslims who refuse to assimilate in Minnesota."

What she's essentially saying is that Islamic communities that consist of Somali-American's who are here legally, some even second generation immigrants as the Somali immigration into Minnesota began during the beginning of the Somali Civil War in the 1990's that led to thousands of refugees leaving Somalia and immigrating to the United States, are still invaders. This is because in Loomer's eyes anybody who isn't white is inherently an "invader". It's naked racism in its purest form.

You would think that this kind of rhetoric is fringe on the right but one of the reasons that I'm covering Loomer here is that it really isn't. Touch this up a little, put a bit of a mask on it, and it could easily be the opening monologue on something like The Matt Walsh Show or The Charlie Kirk Show.

And you know what? Mainstream Republicans have embraced Loomer despite this clear white-nationalist rhetoric. Before he was vice-president, J.D. Vance appeared on Loomers show to raise campaign funds. Loomer was a white nationalist and extremist back then too, nothings changed. Donald Trump himself has also embraced Loomer, referring to her as "great Laura Loomer" in a speech and Loomer has rode with Trump aboard his private jet in the past. Donald Trump Jr has also floated Loomer for a spot in the Trump administration if Trump gets elected for a second term. So, when I show you this next quote about Somali Muslims let it be known that this is what the Trump Administration explicitly endorses through their continued association and praise of Loomer.

26:55, Laura Loomer: "There, these people leech off the system, they breed like rabbits, they disrupt the natural communities and they commit violent crimes without contributing anything of value to our society."

I hope J.D. Vance and Donald Trump are proud of what they're endorsing when they associate with this woman. Don't get it twisted, this talk of breeding wouldn't be out of place in a Neo-Nazi pamphlet and it's being peddled by a key ally of the current person that the GOP is running for president. This is not fringe anymore, it's what the GOP explicitly endorses and that should be scary as fuck to you!

If you are a more moderate Trump supporter, you know someone who maybe catches FOX News from time to time and is concerned about the economy and whatnot, first of all welcome to the blog! I actively welcome you to read my back catalogue and see how the stuff you've been consuming is total bunk consisting of half-baked lies. But second of all, your candidate endorses this! Take a look at this stuff, compare it to what Nazi's say on a regular basis, look at your candidate embracing this person, and ask yourself; is this the kind of thing that I support?

27:47, Laura Loomer: "Governor Walz has been in office since 2019. While BLM ran rampant in his state burning entire sections of Minneapolis to the ground following the overdose death of career criminal thug George Floyd, Walz didn't just sit idly by, he actively encouraged it."

As we saw when mainstream right-wing commentators like Matt Walsh and Tucker Carlson, more proof that these guys are all peddling the same rhetoric by the way, pushed this exact same lie about George Floyd, it's complete bullshit.

The autopsy report released by the Hennepin County Medical Examiner, while it did show that Floyd hand fentanyl in his system, ruled that Floyd died from “cardiopulmonary arrest from law enforcement subdual, restraint, and neck compression."

We literally saw Floyd get murdered on camera and there are mountains of testimonies from the Chauvin trial showing that it was absolutely Chauvin's fault that Floyd was killed. Not that it matters when you're a racist who's overly concerned with breeding that's also actively using racist dog-whistles like calling a black man a "thug".

29:04, Laura Loomer: "This guy is clearly a loony left-wing radical dressed up as an old white grandpa. He wants you to think that he's your typical old-white grandpa and he's very dangerous. He's basically a less senile and more radical Joe Biden."

While it is definitely important to point out how extreme Loomer is, it's also important to point out that she's also a complete dumbass.

Ah yes, famous left-wing radical *checks notes* Joe Biden. We've lived through four years of the Democrats and none of the stuff that Loomer said would happen happened. She's just somebody who's good at drumming up fear and rage in racists without providing actual evidence.

29:47, Laura Loomer: "He certainly isn't going to be driving anybody to go vote. Really, lets just think about this for a second. What young voter or minority is looking at Tim Walz, an old white man, and is saying 'yes, that's our guy. I'm in. He's going to represent me.'"

The polls say that voters like Tim Walz more the J.D. Vance but I guess if you want to live in fantasyland go right ahead.

30:16, Laura Loomer: "And so, as the election approaches President Trump needs to be asking himself 'How would a Kamala Harris presidency be any different from the past four years?' She's been running the White House already."

Kamala Harris: She's more extreme than Biden and will turn America into a communist hellhole....also she's been running the White House already and if she wins it'll just be more of the same. None of this makes any sense, even internally.

Laura does an ad that's basically her playing clips of Alex Jones praising her and some clips of her dumb attention starved PR stunt bullshit like running around in a stereotypical "Mexican" outfit to protest immigration. You know, for someone who is pretending to be a journalist that has this breaking proof that the Democrats have ties to ISIS, Laura is really just stretching to waste time here. She comes back, talks more about the stock market, and contradicts herself again.

33:52, Laura Loomer: "We can look at some of these posts, him calling this crash yesterday the Kamala crash and that's what exactly everybody needs to be referring to it as because this is exactly what we're going to see if Kamala Harris gets into the White House for another four years and she is just as much involved with our policies in this country as he is."

Is Kamala the president right now or isn't she? Make up your mind Laura!

The thing with Laura Loomer's show is that half of it is just the "Riffing About Trump's Truth Social Posts and Twitter Show". She continues down this route of riffing on Trump's Truth Social posts and I decided to open up the stopwatch app on my phone and time it.

Laura's Truth Social commentary clocks in at around a minute and fifty five seconds give or take the few seconds it took me to open up her Rumble page after I hit go on the stopwatch. It's just two whole minutes of reading tweets and "The Kamala crash, Trump called it the Kamala crash!" with absolutely no substance to it.

So, she goes on to talk about the guy from Pakistan who got arrested for plotting to assassinate key government officials and honestly covering this wasn't a smart move on her part at all. I'll explain why in a minute but lets hear her out.

40:46, Laura Loomer: "And just today actually, we saw how grave the national security issue is when the DOJ announced that a Pakistani national has been arrested and charged for plotting to assassinate president Trump."

This story is about a Pakistani man named Asif Merchant with alleged ties to Iran who was arrested last month for plotting to carry out the assassinations of key government figures including potentially Donald Trump. Court documents actually did not specify who this guy was planning to assassinate however a threat on Trump's life from Iran due to the killing of Qassem Soleimani in 2020 led to many people speculating that the person that this guy had in mind was Trump.

First of all, we just don't know a lot about this story. While it is likely that Merchant might have had Trump on his list and many sources have backed that claim up, those same sources are saying that this guy had targets from both sides of the political aisle in mind. There's a lot of unknown here and its all very messy meaning that it's Loomers responsibility as somebody calling herself a journalist to be really careful about what she says while covering this. In that respect she absolutely failed.

Second of all, the fact that Merchant was arrested and charged blows everything that Loomer was saying earlier out of the water. I thought that the Biden Administration was just letting criminals run rampant and not charging anybody. Guess that's no longer something that's happening. I also thought that the Democrats wanted to kill Trump. Dumbasses like Laura Loomer have been speculating that the Democrats intentionally let the Trump shooting in Butler PA happen for weeks. But I guess the evil Biden DOJ that I've been hearing about for months now just arrested and convicted this guy that may have been planning to assassinate Trump, thus foiling their evil plot, for....reasons I guess.

Laura Loomer absolutely should not have covered this story. I get that it's low-hanging fruit in MAGA-world right now but its very existence messes up this narrative that MAGA media has been pushing for what feels like centuries now about Biden just letting people run rampant and the Democrats allowing the Trump assassination attempt to happen.

So, Loomer finds out that Merchant contacted a confidential informant for the FBI and of course gets the story completely wrong. What actually happened was that Merchant landed in the states and contacted a person who he felt would help him carry out his plans. After Merchant contacted this guy, his contact immediately called law enforcement and became a confidential informant for the FBI that helped the authorities eventually bring Merchant in.

The way that Loomer seems to interpret this part of the story is "Oh, the FBI contacted Merchant and was giving him his marching orders" which doesn't even make any sense with the facts that Loomer presented! If the FBI wanted this guy to kill Trump and was giving him his marching orders, why would they then arrest and charge this guy for doing what they wanted him to do in the first place? It makes absolutely zero sense whatsoever.

42:15, Laura Loomer: "Ok, so the FBI was in touch with Iranian hitmen to kill President Trump. Don't tell me for one second to that this attack that we saw in Butler Pennsylvania, probably, what are they going to say? 'Oh, this was just a mentally disturbed kid'. When's it gonna come out that he was also talking to confidential informants in the FBI."

This is just complete nonsense that is completely devoid from reality. This is somebody who calls themself an "investigative journalist" messing up basic details about this big news story to push a political agenda. It's embarrassing behavior and anybody calling themself a "journalist" who acts like this should be absolutely ashamed of themselves.

42:38, Laura Loomer: "So, you see how dangerous our intelligence agencies are because they intentionally lead people to these positions. They allow this guy to travel to New York where he was planning on killing president Trump and we just saw that somebody got very close. We know that this Thomas Matthew Crooks individual, they're not saying that there's ties between this guy and Thomas Matthew Crooks but Thomas Matthew Crooks had overseas encrypted bank accounts."

They also arrested him after getting the appropriate evidence needed to convict. This conspiracy theory makes zero sense in the real world.

Thomas Matthew Crooks didn't have overseas bank accounts. That claim was spread by an Instagram post made after the assassination attempt and nobody provided evidence to back this claim up. The FBI has came out and stated that Crooks didn't have overseas bank accounts and until somebody provides actual evidence proving them wrong I'm inclined to believe them.

As any regular listener of Knowledge Fight (hello, fellow wonks) will tell you, guys like Laura Loomer and Alex Jones mainly get their "news" from shitheads on Twitter and Instagram without actually looking into it and this is an excellent example of that.

I figured this out in five seconds and I'm just some university student with a blog. I don't run a massive produced show and hobnob with key government figures, I'm just a guy with a laptop sitting at a desk in my home debunking bullshit. Yeah, I'm majoring in journalism but you don't just magically gain the ability to verify stuff the day you step into a journalism lecture, Google is a thing that exists and it's a really easy tool for journalists to use! The minute that people like Laura Loomer start calling themselves "journalists" becomes the minute that they become responsible to vet the stuff they're saying and whether or not it's accurate. Loomer has failed her audience and on a broader level her basic duties as a journalist.

So, Laura decides that Tim Walz has ties to ISIS because at this point we're openly playing make em' ups. What's her proof of this absolutely damning claim?

45:16, Laura Loomer: "So, Tim Walz of course is the governor of Minnesota and that's who Kamala Harris decided to pick today as her vice-presidential pick. He is openly tied to Ilhan Omar, Keith Ellison, a lot of these very dangerous radical Muslim politicians."

Surprise surprise, it's just more disgusting bigotry. Naturally, Loomer sees two Islamic progressive politicians and thinks "They must be tied to ISIS" without having any evidence tying them to ISIS. There used to be a word for that, I remember that it started with an R and ended with ACISM. Not that this critique matters much when it comes to Laura who doesn't try to deny her racism but it's still absolutely worth pointing out just so that it's on the record.

45:32, Laura Loomer: "But probably the most radical situation of all is the fact that Tim Walz advocated for an ISIS affiliated Islamic centre called the Dar-Al Farooq Islamic Centre which I have personally visited by the way in Minnesota."

There is absolutely no proof that the Dar-Al Farooq Centre is tied to ISIS and what Loomer is doing here is disgusting for a bunch of reasons.

The thing that got the ball rolling about this mosque being "ISIS affiliated" is an incident in 2016 where three youths who attended this mosque tried to flee the country and join ISIS. While this was obviously an extremely bad thing and it's a good thing that these kids got caught, there's no proof that mosque leadership knew about this nor is there proof that anybody else at the mosque knew about what these kids were planning. However, that didn't stop far-right media from starting a targeted smear campaign against this mosque. Congregants reported far-right social media figures showing up to the mosque and filming their children.

This eventually reached its apex when in 2017 three white males traveled eight hours from their home state in Illinois in order to plant a pipe bomb inside the Dar-Al Farooq Centre, thankfully nobody was hurt in the attack. According to the bomber his motive was to scare Muslim's into leaving the US and that he heard that Dar-Al Farooq was "training ISIS members". Now, look at the fact that Laura Loomer is pushing the exact same kind of rhetoric that nearly got innocent people killed....yeah. I cannot stress this enough, fuck! this! shit!

There's absolutely zero reason for Loomer to not know that far-right disinformation like her show played a huge part in children being harassed and actual terrorism and yet here she is spreading this crap about this mosque anyway despite everything that it's caused. It's easy to laugh at how dumb these people are and how they have no idea what they're talking about but I cannot stress this enough, this shit has the potential to get people killed.

On that happy note, Laura starts interviewing a man named John Guandolo and I really don't care. For those who don't know, John Guandolo is a former FBI Agent who runs the SPLC registered extremist group "Understanding The Threat". Guandolo left the FBI in 2008 while he was being investigated by the FBI's Office of Professional Responsibility over having an affair with a confidential source and soliciting $75,000 dollars for an "anti-terrorism group" that he was working on creating at the time. Real cool and trustworthy guy. John's "coolness" only continued after he left the FBI and formed Understanding the Threat which basically runs bizarre "counterterrorism training" sessions for law enforcement officials and civilians alike that are basically just seminars devoted to islamophobic conspiracy theories. Guandolo also has a long track record of assaulting people and then promptly getting has ass sued. In 2023, Understanding the Threat shut down in part because John kept doing dumb shit that got his ass sued (although the exact details of why they shut down are kind of murky at best).

Essentially, he's one of these ex-military/FBI "counterterrorism" grifters that were a dime a dozen after 9/11, he's cut from the same cloth as guys like Jack Idema. I don't have enough time to go into all the specific nuances of how much of a loser John Guandolo is but suffice it to say this guy really fucking sucks. We're not going to look at too much of his interview because it's just boring and dumb islamophobic conspiracy theories but there is some stuff in there that we should talk about.

50:03, Laura Loomer: "I was just explaining prior to you coming on that we spent a lot of time together in Minnesota doing counter-terrorism and also investigating on the ground with other counter-Jihad experts. People like Ilhan Omar, Keith Ellison and their radical networks which includes Hamas and the Muslim Brotherhood and also ISIS."

"And by on the ground doing counterterrorism I mean us running around doing dumb stuff on the internet."

Neither of these guys have presented evidence to back up what they're saying outside of "we don't like Muslims". I couldn't find what kind of "counter-terrorism" these guys were up to in 2018 but given Loomers past track record I'm sure it was just running around being a public nuisance and acting like an absolute drain on society in front of mosques.

50:43, Laura Loomer: "Obviously it's all factual and you can confirm it."

This show is just Islamophobic LARPing at this point.

51:32, John Guandolo: "Number one, Dar-Al Farooq is an -- and it's not a secret. That's a jihadi mosque. The leadership of the mosque, those are jihadi's running it. And you mentioned something a moment ago that I think is important to put a real fine point on for your audience, Shayk Idris at Dar Al-Farooq is the chairman of the Islamic University of Minnesota, the first of its kind in America, and its built to teach sharia to a wide variety of folks but its really to train people that are looking to be scholars and the way it fits into the broader Jihadi movement in the United States is the Brotherhood is very interested in raising up Jihadi's here that are American's so they needed to build the Islamic university here and they chose Minnesota."

The Islamic University of Minnesota is basically the Muslim equivalent of a bible college. They aren't "training Jihadi's" and if they were the FBI would be all over them in eleven seconds. This is just conspiracy theory nonsense from two people who have built their careers around pushing islamophobia and like I said before, this shits dangerous and could very easily lead to violence in the real world.

53:14, John Guandolo: "That entire culture there is in bed with and I mean protecting and defending the Jihadi's in the Twin Cities and it's why when my team came through prior to the 2016 election and I wrote that article, it was entitled 'In This War: The Twin Cities and Minnesota' and I still believe today more than I did then it will take literal military intervention to liberate Minneapolis/St Paul."

Not much to say other than this guys calling for the military to come in and kill civilians because they're immigrants. I hate these two so much. By the way, as stated previously in my last post on the Walz nomination, crime has been down in Minneapolis recently.

The entire interview is like this so we don't have to spend a lot of time on it. Just two bigots lying to each other and potentially inciting violence. We have one last quote, here's Loomer saying that the Democrats want to form an "Islamic Caliphate". Never heard that one before except for when Obama was elected, or during Hillary's campaign, or....

01:39:36, Laura Loomer: "We are literally in the middle of an Islamo-fascist communist takeover of the Western world and the United States of America. Make no mistake, you see these videos right now in the United Kingdom where people are setting fire to cars, they're raping women, they're stabbing people, they're attacking white people in the streets. We're gonna have Muslim gains like that here in the United States of America. We already do, in cities like Dearborn, Michigan and Minneapolis, Minnesota and New York City. We've seen these pro-Hamas riots where we have these people waving Hamas and Hezbollah flags. So I'll tell you right now, if Kamala Harris gets elected as president of the United States, we are, we are going to have an Islamic caliphate in this country."

She said about the UK during a period where the UK is dealing with extremist anti-immigrant rioters setting fire to buildings but that's honestly a topic for its own post. This is just a bizarre slew of Islamophobic talking points that make zero sense, a fitting way to end a post full of Islamophobic talking points that make zero sense.

Conclusion:

That was a particularly gross thing to watch. The thing that freaks me out about Laura Loomer is the fact that this woman has influence. In a reasonable society folks like Laura Loomer and John Guandolo would be guys yelling on street corners with little to no influence but instead here they are spreading hate to a massive audience full of people that unquestionably believe it. The only thing you can really do is call it what it is: hateful bullshit.

Quite frankly, there's very little separating stuff like this and some of the more "mainstream" organizations on the right like The Daily Wire. Just ask Matt Walsh who's very concerned about the white birth-rate or Michael Knowles who believes in the Great Replacement Theory. The difference between them and Laura Loomer is that Loomer doesn't really try to hide her naked bigotry whereas FOX and the Daily Wire try to couch it in double speak and dog-whistles.

On the bright side, it says a lot about Tim Walz' record that they have so little to go with that they have to just up and make shit up about him. While there's very little you can do to win over extremists, Walz' record can do a lot to win over moderates and watching people like Laura Loomer flail around trying to find new ways to smear him gives me some hope for the election.

Original Video:

“EP65: SUMMER of JIHAD: Kamala’s vp Pick EXPOSED for ISIS Ties!” Rumble, 6 Aug. 2024

Sources Cited:

Dorn, Sara. ““Kamala Crash”: Trump Tries to Pin Stock Market Downturn on Harris.” Forbes, 6 Aug. 2024.

Picciotto, Rebecca. “Trump Quiet on Markets after Stock Rebound Robs Him of “Kamala Crash” Attack Line.” CNBC, CNBC, 6 Aug. 2024.

Farley, Robert. “Trump’s Misleading Chart on Illegal Immigration.” FactCheck.org, 4 Apr. 2024

Miller, Todd. “Biden’s Supposed “Open-Border Policy” Does Not Exist.” Www.thenation.com, 22 Nov. 2023

Smith, Allan, et al. “Trump’s Embrace of Far-Right Activist Laura Loomer Worries His Allies.” Nbcnews.com, NBC News, 14 Jan. 2024.

Hananoki, Eric. “Laura Loomer Helped JD Vance Raise Funds While He Appeared on Her Show.” Media Matters for America, 29 July 2024.

TUCKER, ERIC. “Pakistani Man with Ties to Iran Charged in Plot to Carry out Political Assassinations.” AP News, AP News, 6 Aug. 2024.

Thrush, Glenn. “Justice Dept. Charges Pakistani Man in Alleged Plot to Kill U.S. Leaders.” The New York Times, 6 Aug. 2024.

“Understanding the Threat.” Southern Poverty Law Center

Montemayor, Stephen, and Stephen Montemayor. “3 Illinois Men Charged in Bloomington Mosque Bombing.” Startribune.com, 14 Mar. 2018.

Riham Feshir. “Twin Cities Mosque on Edge after Opponents Start Pointing the Cameras at Children.” MPR News, MPR News, 4 Oct. 2019.

#right wing bullshit #conservative bullshit #fact checking #journalism #bad takes #conservatives #disinformation #politics #debunking #laura loomer #2024 presidential election #kamala harris #tim walz #election 2024 #fuck racism #fuck white supremacy #islamphobia #john guandolo

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breadly-art · 1 year ago

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In the summer of 2020, I decided to conduct a long experiment. Even, rather, a challenge to myself. I've been preparing for this for quite a long time, but in the end I was sure I could handle it. I wanted to raise a wild bird and release it with the expectation that it would be able to survive on its own.

The choice fell on wood pigeon (Columba palumbus). These birds are quite common in the forests of my country, moreover, this species of pigeon is considered one of the largest here.

So, at the very beginning of summer, I already had a chick no more than 10 days old. A silly, ugly "penguin" covered with yellow fluff. He had to be fed from 4 a.m. to 8 p.m. every 2 hours, and oh my God, it was difficult. But I coped! And a couple of days later, the pigeon was given a name - Rudy.

We spent a lot of time together, and not in the house, but in the garden. Rudy should have remembered this place before he learned to fly. After a few weeks, by the way, he began to stretch his wings. And a week later he took off (in an attempt to escape from my grandfather, who just wanted to move his nest to another place). Cool!

Soon Rudy was already sitting in the aviary, getting used to the terrain for the last time - I released him into free flight after a while. It was the first time he spent the night in the forest. And in the morning, when I went out into the garden - he, demanding food, sat on my head. This is a success, he is used to the terrain and will not get lost!

So Rudy began to fly after me all over the site, simultaneously learning to pick berries and seeds on his own. He even responded to the name, flying out of the forest at my call. Everything was great, until one day an adult Rudy disappeared without a trace for 2 weeks. I thought he was caught by cats or shot by hunters (because this kind of bird is game in my area). However, Rudy returned, cooing in my direction, and immediately went to eat grains from his feeder. I don't know where he disappeared, but since then he has become less likely to appear on the site.

Among all my family, Rudy allowed only me to come to him. He pinched cats and beat them with his wing, he was just afraid of dogs, like other people. In general, he was afraid of everything unfamiliar. It was a good sign. It meant I was doing a good job raising him as an independent bird.

Summer was ending, the days were getting colder, autumn soon came. Rudy spent more time in the woods than he did with me. This is good, because wood pigeon is a migratory bird. In autumn, they flock together and migrate to the south. Apparently, Rudy found his relatives, because by the end of September he finally flew away. I was sad, but I knew I'd done it.

With the onset of spring, these birds return. Rudy is back too! True, feral. He sat on my mom's head when she was in a country house and went outside. We are similar, apparently, he was confused. However, our dog habitually barked at him because she was chasing magpies from the site. As a result, Rudy got scared and flew away.

Yes, I didn't see him again, but I was sure that he was alive and had coped well with the migration. That's the experiment I conducted that year. In the future I plan to link my career with ornithology, so it was a great test of my skills.

#breadly posts #wood pigeon #pigeon #birds

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noxmachinimafr · 11 months ago

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Minecraft - Fort Panda - Part 2

This is a follow-up to my previous Minecraft post. If you read the previous one, you may already know that I spent part of my New Year's Eve on Minecraft with my friends and my brother. And we found two Pandas near an ancient temple in the jungle, around which we built a new colony. A week later, how is the colony going?... Pretty well! Except for a slight problem of Panda overcrowding! :D

In brief, what happened: I told my friends that the baby sick pandas can drop slime, so, when I was not there, they fed my pandas to increase the slime drop. The number of pandas was already high, so I decided to increase the farm and renovate a bit their area, so they would have more space to move around. But it was very difficult to navigate and build within a "panda super packed wave". Especially because of this guy:

An aggressive panda (born in the colony) that would kick me out anytime I would hit a panda (by mistake!) with my tools or a bamboo stick, while working in the area. Look at this face! He's so mad at me! My brother was back from an exploration. So I asked him to distract the pandas with bamboo, so I could work on the terrace. But you know, there is no good sibling without trolling... Of course, he helped me first, but he ended up Feeding all the pandas he had in charge! Doubling the number, again!! It took thus some extra effort, but now my lovely fluffy friends have a very large and secure terrace. Next time, I will work on their shelter. I know it looks like they live on wood, but no worries, they are fed with many bamboo, and I start planting some all around.

Then, I tried to resume my planned quest: Finding a brown panda. In short, this one failed. But I found a few more pandas, so it was not completely wasted time! I found back the second colony I previously fed in the wilds. And I started having "happy" pandas there!

Our little town in the jungle is the best we had so far! We had tons of resources on-site, and many exotic pet animals.

Next week, I will try again to find a brown panda. Regarding the machinima, I have been working on a set of illustrations in ukiyo-e style. A few more, and the last scene of Episode 2 will be ready. I have started the pre-rendering. It should go quite smoothly, with a release in February as expected.

#panda #minecraft #minecraft diaries #digital fanart #pandaren

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heizedaze · 2 years ago

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ACCESS - Girl's Rebirth

A list of Girl’s Rebirth and the things related to it. TW: negligence, mentions of eating disorders, mentions of weight, mentions of colorism, xenophobia (pls let me know if you spot anymore!)

Girl's Rebirth is the survival show that Vanity was formed from. It lasted from September 9, 2017 to December 18, 2017.

After the show, more and more viewers started to see it as controversial due to the treatment of the trainees on it.

Many past trainees have come out to talk about their experiences on the show. Some talking about how the show was purposely made to make money off of them without receiving a dime. “We created music, we choreographed it, we produced it, we recorded it, and we performed it. Without complaint. We believed the lies they fed us, that the only way to prove you were really idol material was to overwork ourselves and do whatever.” Two ex-members of the show told the public. “We were all so scared, of getting so far into the show then being dropped. Sometimes, we wouldn’t sleep. Wouldn’t eat. We couldn’t even sleep or eat, there are only 24 hours in a day, and we needed 30.” After this interview, many others came to talk about their own problems and experiences. They spoke about how their health deteriorated, to the point they had to spend weeks on a IV drip in a hospital before going home. “There was only two ways to be considered lucky; one being that you debuted, the other being that you were eliminated early.”

Mentions of male staff members telling the girl they wouldn’t debut if they “weighed too much”. “I used to cry in my room for something sweet, but I never caved in fear of me gaining weight.” Even some of Vanity’s members have spoken about it. “I remember a staff member constantly referring to Naeun and I as ‘broken japanese speakers’ because we were the foreign ones in our cells. He would play it off as a joke, but it wasn’t. We both felt it. The hatred he had for us. It was there, clear as day.” - Hannie

While the members have not directly addressed the colorism claims, they have hinted at it being the truth. “Well..it is true we weren’t treated the same. The biggest difference between us and the rest of our members is our appearance. I can’t guarantee an answer. Some comments from past staff have passed on, but that’s all.” - Mian + Viana & Ara

Shortly after, the CEO herself, released an apology on behalf of the company.

Hello. This is Shin Dahye of WX Entertainment. Due to the many allegations, we had decided to launch a private investigation within the company. We will confirm that these incidents have proven to be true. On behalf of the entertainment, I would to formally apologize to the victims of these horrible actions and their families. The employees involved in these actions are been released from the company, for we do not want those individuals to represent us as a company. We offer compensation and are willing to help and support the families through legal action against these people. But most of all, as CEO, I am at blame. I had only been the CEO of WX ENT for about 3 months prior to first recording of “Girl’s Rebirth”. I was not the CEO you deserved, I let others use power through me and hurt you. I believed that they only wanted to help, not hurt. Once again, I apologize for the events that happened with our ex employees.

But even til today, the contestants support Vanity. “We don’t blame them, we all went through it. We all suffered.” It was confirmed that Vanity is still friends with many of the contestants and that they talk all the time. “We know that they would have done the same thing if we were the ones to debut instead. Thank you Vanity, for never leaving.”

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>Basics< Theme Song : Candied Heart (similar to PICK ME - PRODUCE 48)

There was 110 contestants which 8 of them would get to debut.

The final lineup:

1st place : Hiro

2nd place : Daiyu

3rd place : Hannie

4th place : Mian

There was a misconception of one of Mian and Hiro’s conversations. Some believed that Mian was belittling Hiro’s abilities. But when the uncut version came out, it was proven that it was simply the editing.

5th place : Ara

Ara was actually in 7th place but then a mentor used a Mirror Card* on her.

6th place : Chiyo

7th place : Viana

8th place : Naeun

Naeun was almost eliminated but was saved by a Rebirth Card*

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>Popular performances<

Mian, Viana, Ara - Coconut Cream (SIMILAR TO : Catallena - Orange Caramel)

Daiyu, Hannie, Naeun, + 3* - WEE WOO (SIMILAR TO : WEE WOO - Pristin)

+ 6* - Get Up (SIMLAR TO : OH YA YA YA - Lunarsolar)

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Vocabulary:

Rebirth Card : It is basically a save card, a mentor can use a Rebirth Card to save a contestant who is almost about to be eliminated.

Mirror Card : It doubles the amount of votes/points you get in one round. Similar to how a Mirror reflects an image.

+ number : The number of other constestants that were in the performance.

DO YOU SEEK MORE VANITY?

#fictional gg #fictional idol oc #fictional kpop idol #fake kpop girl group #fake kpop group #idolverse #history — vanity #Illusion!ocnet

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hillbillyoracle · 4 months ago

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This reminds me of a story/joke Ajahn Brahm tells that basically changed my brain chemistry when I heard it.

I can't tell it as well as he does but I can't remember which talk I last heard it in to link it so I'll give it a go.

There's a king. He has a very accomplished doctor who he takes on his hunting trips with him.

One day, while hunting, the king injures his hand and as the doctor is treating it and wrapping it up, he asks, "How does it look? What will happen with it?"

And the doctor responds, "Good? Bad? Who knows?"

The king is annoyed but moves on. That week the injure starts to swell and causes him more pain. He summons the doctor who performs a more intense treatment in the hand. Again he asks, "How does it look? What will happen with it?"

And again the doctor replies, "Good? Bad? Who knows?"

The king tells him off but carries on. The injury gets even worse. The king can no longer sleep and the doctor determines that they'll have to amputate a finger from his hand to save him. The king is furious with him. After the amputation is finished he asks the doctor, "How is it now? Will I be good now?"

The doctor replies, "Good? Bad? Who knows?"

The king is fed up and has the doctor put in jail.

Eventually he feels better and decides to go on another hunt. He doesn't have his doctor this time but he figures he didn't save him last time so he can make do. So he rides deeper and deeper into the forest, so focused on hunting prey that he misses the fact he's crossed over into another groups territory.

They capture him and tell him that this is clearly a sign from their gods for there is a grand feast and sacrifice to be had tonight. What better offering to their gods than an enemy king?

So they tie him up before the whole village gathered and the music plays. The executioner raises the knife to strike him dead but at the last second drops it.

"Look!" he says to the others as he catches sight of the king's hands, "He's missing a finger! Our sacrifices must be whole. We cannot offer him tonight."

They let him go and tell him to stay away which the king is only to happy to oblige. He rides home and immediately goes to release the doctor.

"Oh doctor," he says, after telling him what happened, "I see what you were saying now. The very thing I hated saved me. I never should have imprisoned you. What horrible thing I did to you!"

And the doctor replies, "No it was a good thing. If you hadn't, I'd have been with you that night."

And the king says, "I don't follow."

The doctor replies, "I still have all my fingers."

And I don't know why but that joke gets me every time. There've been so many times over the last couple months inbetween infuriating doctors visits and waves of pain that I've just turned to my partner and said "Good? Bad? Who knows?"

And everything is a little lighter.

one of the best ways i’ve found to combat that inherent depressive pessimism without veering into toxic positivity territory is simply the phrase “i’m open to the possibility”

this particularly works with anything negative i’ve forecasted. “i woke up feeling like shit today, so my day is gonna suck” isn’t a particularly helpful thought, but “it’s a great day to be alive!!!!!” feels hollow and insincere when i have a pounding headache & am running on three hours of sleep

instead i’ll tell myself, “i really don’t feel good right now, but i’m open to the possibility that coffee and breakfast might perk me up a bit.” or “i’m in a lot of pain today, but i’m open to the possibility that my workday might still have fun parts despite that”

sometimes, when your impulse is to slam the door on anything good, but you’re not exactly up to going out & hunting it down yourself, leaving the door open just a crack makes all the difference

#just responding to posts #like writing prompts #since im stuck in bed again

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anonthefold · 6 days ago

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I mentioned somewhere last week that I was back on my kpop phase and I would like to expand on that just a little because it is very silly why I got there.

It started with Arcane's Act II being released. See... whenever I watch Arcane my brain goes "Ohhh, I should listen to KD/A" then after that happens it just falls into this whirlpool of kpop (while recently also leading me to install LoL).

But... this is something that I think Riot does very very well that I wish Blizzard would model as well. All these media projects between shows, fake bands, comics, all off it has the goal of getting the viewer to interact with their IP. They don't necessarily have to play LoL to maybe dive a little deeper into this world that was created. And that is saying a lot because:

-KD/A and HEARTSTEEL are not canon.

-Arcane is not canon.

It really is a unique phenomenon. One thing that has previously been tossed around with Overwatch or any Blizzard IP has been "Blizzard polish" and Riot kind of had the same care put into their IPs as well between Valorant and LoL. Except for Act II of Arcane.

*Forgive me as I am about to have a spoiler free rant about my disappointment of Act II. I understand what the writers were going for. Act II is intended to be a crossroads season that merges the themes of Act I and (presumably) Act III. The problem is that they should have made it longer if that was the goal because the pacing is absolutely horrendous. There are moments that are just like "Ohhh you really just slapped a band-aid on that interaction and decided to move on ever though the plot is bleeding out?" as well as foreshadowing events that a casual viewer would have absolutely NO FUCKING idea what is going on without having some knowledge on the world outside of Arcane, which i would like to reiterate is not actual canon but borrows heavily from canon. It has these intense moments that deserve more care and attention but you are just jerked into another direction so quickly and then fed some other piece of story that it leaves no time to process the last scene properly. It turns into this chaotic mess of opening and closing doors on the plot to an egregious amount. It is like there was no real Direction! It is a shame because the animation is absolutely stellar.... the color, the framing, it is very rich and stimulating. I also get that the shows thing is to have a music video vibe to it and as much as I like that I feel like that this season might be just pushing it a little too much with how many other things they are trying to do as well. It does create these feelings during those scenes but it felt artificial and kind of forced this time around. All this to say the story is rushed, and compressed into a time frame that does it a disservice at the expense of having a series of music videos and trying to cram answers while starting new stories in the same breath. It is bad... just really bad.

But... it made me play LoL. It made me watch KD/A videos. I read some stories about the Void. It served its purpose.

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#white noise #the bats in my brain are stimulated #personal #Youtube

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idkimnotreal · 2 years ago

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so i’ve realised that i’ve never written this story down.

context. brazilian couple in southern brazil raising an only child, me. we lived in a working class condo at the time, like one of those with several buildings inside, apartments. our building specifically was like the first inside the condo; when you got inside, it was the first building. our apartment was in the back of the building, so our windows faced the avenue just outside, some random rooftop and the backyard of a neighbour down below.

so my parents were never that much into animals, pets in general, but i wanted one anyway, and they decided to compromise and give me something between a pet and a toy. tortoises. they gave me tortoises. with an aquarium and all. we fed them, cleaned the aquarium every so often, and even bathed them and so on. i did love those tortoises. one of them was bigger than the other, and i remember how i named one of them (the smaller, i think), but not the other. (nvm i just remembered it. it was a people name)

so i had a traumatic event in my childhood. i was in school and, cutting a piece of paper with my scissor, i accidentally cut my index finger, right at the tip, all the way across. it bled a lot. (that was actually the same day AND the same time another kid in our class accidentally pierced herself with a toothpick. no idea why she had one)

the cut hurt for some time. and one day i decided to show the smaller tortoise, whose name i remember, the view of the city from our window. huge mistake. she accidentally “stepped” on my bruise before it had healed fully (and i remember the sensation to this day, the feel of her paws) and i... i dropped her from the window. take a bet mentally if she died right about now.

i managed to hid this from my mom for about 10 minutes. the search for the lost tortoise lasted for like a week, or at least 3 days, don’t remember, and we had just about given up when that neighbour down below i cited before found her in their backyard. they were sweeping the grass for some reason, i guess with one of those leaf sweeping things (the ones people use in autumn, don’t know the name), and they hit this hard thing, which was my tortoise. poor thing survived for days i don’t even know if eating or drinking anything at all. she just lived.

i kept my tortoises for a few more months, or years, until my parents for some reason forced me to give them up. we released them at a public park with a lake (with ducks and tortoises living in it, fenced off). i still visit sometimes. since they were so small, it’s impossible today to tell if they’re even alive, and i don’t know the lifespan of small tortoises anyway. just hope the ducks never got to them. if they eat tortoises. but they’re well fed, visitors give them bread and ham and stuff (i fed them grass as a kid), so i’d hope they don’t need to.

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years ago

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Camera! Lights! Tension!

TW: Smut. Angst.

SUMMARY: Filming a scene with Drew leads to raised tension.

WORD COUNT:

*Requested*

Camera! Lights! Tension!

You could never really explain why, but you just never seemed to get along with Drew. As everyone else couldn’t seem to control a smile when in his presence, you had to fight a roll of your eyes. Which was why when the producers decided to set your characters in a sensual exchange for the sake of appeasing fans who could apparently pick up on your tension, you were anything but excited. And yet professional enough to show up without anything but silent indifference.

But you just wanted it over and done with so you could move on with your life. It didn't help that you'd already endured the teasing from other cast members, which worsened your mood that much more, always drawing a smirk from his lips when he'd overhear. Which was often.

"Ready?" Drew asked as you'd ignored him and stepped before the camera, romantic ambiance at the ready as you felt anything but. Yet despite your lack of camaraderie, he didn’t drop his smile until getting into the role of the sociopathic Rafe Cameron. It was a persona that couldn’t be farther from in contrast to the lighthearted yet affectionate man he was beneath the facade portrayed.

“Action!” The director spoke from behind the series of cameras trained on this section of the ‘Tannyhill’ house.

For the scene, you were supposed to slam the door in front of him, to which he’d catch it and an argument would ensue. He’d pull you to him and surprise you with a kiss, you’d slap him, and he’d pin you down, flipping you onto your knees and undressing as the camera panned away. But there was something within the devious excitement of his eyes that made you well aware he was about to go off script. Yet, you kept to the lines you’d learned in the last few weeks.

“I don’t want to talk to you, Rafe!” He caught the door, slamming it behind him, just as scripted. What wasn’t however, was the way he followed you around the room as you delivered your lines. It fed into the angst-filled moment between your characters that had built to this moment in previous episodes, with your character having offered a type of redemption arc through the love your role had given him. But at this moment, you just wanted to distance yourself as far away from him as possible-both Rafe and Drew.

“It’s not MY fault-”

“It never is, is it?” Your eyes narrowed at him as he took hold of you before you were ready, making you release a genuine gasp, before taking you to the edge of the bed, hands tightening as he spoke.

“Please don’t be mad at me, Lacey…” He called your character’s name as he wore those signature tortured eyes that was a staple for the eldest Cameron sibling.

“Everything I do is for you-for us-”

“Don’t put this on me!” You rivaled him, pushing him hard against his chest as he remained unmoved.

“I never wanted any of this…ANY of it! And definitely not like this-” He cut off your line, taking his set of full lips to silence your own.

Everything suddenly shifted.

The way he kissed you wasn’t without emotion or tension, it encompassed it completely, consuming you both as you felt him glide his tongue on the bottom of your lip, forcing them wider. As if breathing you in, he inhaled your kiss, before wrapping his fingers through your hair as you fingered desperately at his jacket, needing more of him-needing him closer.

He grinned, aware you’d become lost in your role and using it as an excuse, but basking in being the source of your outlet. He carried you onto the bed, lifting you by the back of your thigh until you raised against him just enough to be made mobile, your body colliding onto the mattress with a thud as he was quick to pin you.

“You still hate me?” He asked, a line unscripted that could have been used just as much between your characters as your personal lives.

“Always.” You finally answered as a smirk came across his lips before he carried your hands softly over your head, holding down your wrists with a single grasp as he took the other one to your skirt, tracing the lines of your waist.

“I know it’s only because you want me…” He teased, taking you back to reality as you were apparently more stubborn than seduced. Because of this, you pushed hard against his torso, forcing him to fall just far enough so you could move to your feet, and march off set, not caring of the comments of your ‘diva exit’.

You managed to make it outside in seconds, the door swinging closed at your back as you ran your fingers through your hair. Your frustrations laid more in yourself than anyone else as you had allowed him to get to you-something you’d been able to avoid until now. But more than this, the way he always seemed to affect you and linger beneath your skin, annoying and plaguing your thoughts, making you fumble lines and focus on anything but being professional.

The sound of your name called at your back drove your eyes into a roll as he’d followed you. Of course he followed you. That was the type of guy Drew was, making sure you were alright and that he hadn’t crossed any form of line. And this was the reason you loathed him the most-because as hard as you tried, you couldn’t actually hate him. Far from it…and it was so goddamn distracting that it was infuriating.

“I was just messing around…I’m sorry if-”

“Can you just…go! Please?!”

“Did I do something? I mean, you seem to get along with everyone else BUT me, so…”

“I just want to be alone…Just for a minute and then I’ll go back inside and finish the scene, okay?” You snapped, hoping that turning away from him would be enough to make him return to set. But instead, he rounded in front of you, the sight making you roll your eyes in pure annoyance.

“No. Okay…I want to make sure you’re alright and I’m not going back unless its WITH you-”

“You REALLY want to know?” Whether it was your overall frustration boiling to its apex or the memory of his kiss and the need for an encore, the words fell from your lips following the validation of his nod.

“I need you to fuck me.” To this, he belted out a cackle, taking his finger as if to say ‘you got me’, before realizing from the lack of change in your expression that you were speaking from sincerity.

“You want me to-”

“Fuck me. Yeah.” You agreed, nodding in remaining steadfast, watching his eyes dart around as if to verify his reality before finally taking a step towards you.

“You’re screwing with me…Right? Chase or Rudy-JD put you up to this? One of the girls?”

“It’s a one time offer, Drew…Either way, I’m going back in there, filming those scenes, and then it will be like it never happened. So..take your pick-” He rushed you, hands to your cheeks as he took you against the wall of the back of the house. Your fingers were quick to reach his belt and reveal him to you, the outline of an erection you’d felt a minute prior, that excited you in a way you’d never quite felt before.

But his touch was quick to apprehend you by your wrists and taking them above your head in one grip, just as he had done on set.

“If I touch you, it’s because you want me…because you’re gonna finally acknowledge there’s something between us. After all I’ve done is BE nice to you-”

You would interrupt his attempts at chivalry. “I don’t WANT nice, Drew. I WANT you to fuck me…” You leaned to him, brushing his lips with your own as you watched him clench his jaw from your motions, “Right here. Right now.” A deep breath from his parted mouth, left agape in anticipation, fell into a scoff before you were suddenly released.

“You want to fuck someone? Have it cheap and quick? I’m sure there are thousands of guys who would be down for it.” He released your hands.

“You deserve better than that…So maybe I was wrong…Because the things I want to do to you aren’t something that can be done between scenes…I’m thorough…” The sudden absence of his touch drove you into a silent whine of regret that only came through your eyes in a heavy pause void of any other rivaling emotion.

“Drew…” You took a step closer to him, his eyes pulling into a roll before your fingers pushed him against the wall now at his back.

“I don’t like you, because of how you get under my skin…” His eyes fixated on you as you carried your touch to his belt, his hands fighting to intercept you, but failing once you made contact with his seam, the firm outline of his cock working as a guideline for your hand to follow as he breathed deeply beneath you.

“You make it hard to focus…and all I can think about is you kissing me…touching me…” You continued to stroke him, clenched teeth shielding moans of approval as your reasons were interrupted.

“Fuck…it’s all I’ve thought about since I met you.” His eyes crept open to notice the smile across your face, a snicker rising across his own, before he took your hand and led you completely against him.

“I know I said I wouldn’t fuck you quickly, but we are expected back on set within the hour, but I’m not going another fucking second without being inside of you…” You pressed your lips together in a victorious grin as he led you into a rear exit of this shooting location.

Since you shot the Tannyhill shots within an venue, there were sections and rooms kept off limits and therefore away from prying ears and eyes. Yet even if they were set throughout the estate, none seemed close enough as you were torn through the corridors, evading cast and crew, before coming to one of these rooms keeping the likes of you at bay by a single sign speaking of how it was prohibited.

Tearing through the exclusion, Drew pulled you inside and forced the door closed with a slam before you pulled him into you by the collar of his shirt.

“Careful, any crinkle and they’ll know how you just couldn’t keep your hands off of me-” You rolled your eyes as his fingers made their way down your skirt.

“Well, looks like they’ll already know-” You were taken into a deep kiss, calves coming to rest against a vintage chaise colored in a red and silver damask fabric, where you focused solely on him.

“I’ll make you come, sweetheart, okay?” He explained, guiding his fingers beneath your skirt to remove your panties, before they fell in a crumbled and soiled mess at your ankles, before he set you before him to sit.

“But you gotta be quiet for me or I’ll have to stop-” You nodded, understanding why, as he suddenly knelt in front of you. Your eyes rolled to how he lifted your leg over his shoulder, the abrupt presence of his lips to your thigh having made you react pitifully roused by him.

“Shit, I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already whimpering for me-”

“Please Drew…Please…”

He licked his lips for a moment before gliding his parted lips along your thigh and stationing them to your core.

“You still hate me?” He teased the lines from before as you nodded, whispering, ‘always’, before he suddenly attacked your pussy in focused sucks made of your clit. Immediately, your hips began to drive against him as your fingers ran over the short cut of his hair to scratch lightly on what tickled your hand.

“Drew-Drew-Drew!” You spoke his name quickly as he pulled up from you, glistening with your slick and illuminating with a smile all too devious for you to keep focus.

“It’s too much-”

“We don’t have much time…”

“Then fuck me…just-just fuck me, then!” He rose to you just enough to kiss you before retracting and shaking his head.

“I need to make sure you’re wet enough-”

“God, I’m drowning you!”

“For how hard and deep I’m gonna pound you, I need you to be even more than you are…” Your eyes rolled as he returned to his focus, your nails finding those familiar lines within his hair until he pulled you closer into him.

“Come for me, sweetheart-”

“I want-I want to come on you-”

“Yes. On my face. Right now…come on…” Your fingers clawed at his wrists that were wrapped around your thighs, thumbs pulling your clitoral hood wide so he could deepen his tongue to your most sensitive nerves.

“Good girl, so close, aren’t you?” You nodded as he broke his motions to endorse you, both pleasure and pain left in this absence, before you felt him remain with devotion. Fingers teasing your entrance as his tongue flicked in such repetition that stars began to form behind your eyes.

“Anyone see her or Drew?” One of the producer's voices came through the door as Drew quickly wrapped his hand around your mouth, but did nothing to stop his motions that would force you louder. You gripped tightly onto his hand, rising your hips against his mouth, before feeling yourself spill against him. The most intense of orgasms taking over you completely before you were taken over his lap.

“You wanted me to fuck you?” You nodded, still in need of more as he pulled you over his lap, one arm wrapping around your back as the other came to your neck.

“Then ride me so I can, six feet from where your desperate little pussy could get us both fired-” Your motions synchronized almost immediately, a desperate need for another release taking over your body as his own continued to climb.

“Be fuckin’ quiet for me so I can make you come-cause they find us, I’m not stopping-”

“Oh Fuck…Fuck, Drew-”

“Keep going baby. Shit, you feel so damn good-SO good.” You nodded as his thumb moved back to your clit. “You need to come again for me-I know you can, you’re SUCH a good girl-”

“DREW!” You belted into his palm, capturing his fingers between your lips in silencing yourself to suck on them.

“You’re so sexy-oh my God!” To this, he rooted up into you, eyes locked deeply to yours as yours threatened to pull closed.

“Look at me-look at me when you come. I want to memorize it so I can remember when you do it on camera that I got to see the real thing…come on baby-you’re so close I can feel it-” You nodded, eyes trained to him, as requested, as you felt the claw of his grip set stability against you for his own release as yours was quick to follow, acting off each other’s pulsations for a mutual climax that left you both in tremors.

“Holy shit…” You pressed a final kiss to his lips before climbing off of him, a nod validating his reaction.

“Yeah…”

“How am I supposed to focus now?” You chuckled, fixing your clothes as he caught glances of your body left marked by him.

“Seems like a ‘you’ problem, Drew…Me? Got what I needed-” You winked as he suddenly caught your wrist.

“I’m not done…” Your brows raised. “It’s not enough…” He pulled a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Any time you feel that…You come to me…yeah?”

“Maybe…or maybe I’ll go to JD or Chase-” He silenced you by pulling you harder against his chest as you gasped,a smile cresting over your face to showcase how you truly enjoyed the way he treated you.

“I am the one who has had to deal with the glacial iciness between us…so I am the one who gets to reap the benefits, sweetheart. Go ahead and try to you it, I’ll fuck you on camera next time-Just call it method acting.” You scoffed as he gave one final kiss before leaving you a rush of quelled embarrassment and buzzing satisfaction, making you eager to finally finish this scene.

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets

#drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drew starkey #outer banks smut #obx

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torawro · 11 months ago

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i haven’t done one of these in eons so thank you so much for tagging me babe 🥹🌟🩵✨🫧 very excited to do this but it also took me literally an hour and a half to decide and cause i couldn’t even remember who i talked about last year….there were a lot i just completely blanked. and then if we went by fandom omg we’d be here all night so here we are :3

yes i cheated and finessed bc im indecisive ;3 i wish i could have added others i seldom talk about but alas.

sasuke uchiha, y’all already KNEW good and well that this man was gonna be on the list. he’s a nonnegotiable. i’ll probably never stop talking about him, i hold him very close. i wish i could have added the rest of his clansmen tho ;(

suguru getou, i increasingly became obsessed w him in late ‘22 but it reached an all time high last year. oh my goodness i kinda resonate with him in a way and gives me comfort y’know? i feel terribly guilty i chose him over satoru cause i had crippling obsession with him once upon a time.

toji fushiguro, ive always thought he was really cool and really hot obvi but after revisiting the manga last year (before gege ruined that) in addition to s2 premiere i really looked deeper into his character and the poor deadbeat dad jokes and what he had been through and started to appreciate and sympathize with him more than just big pecs and a nonexistent waist

alucard (hellsing), OH MY GOSHHHHHHH THE FIXATION I HAVE FOR THIS MAN was all consuming like. for weeks my pinterest fed me nothing but this man. randomly decided to revisit the original hellsing only to have my brain rewired and think only about him for months. what a time.

dio, i think my current url and the tag i use to reblog things tells you all you need to know. love him loads and loads :3 i was torn between adding him or jotaro………

sousuke aizen, y’know what i always say (since like last year or 2 years ago) i LOVE having a bleach brain rot 😋 ive always been attracted to this man and i just love the fact he’s shrouded in mystery and am fascinated by him in general. i read a fic that really opened my eyes to his character and broke down some panels in the manga i glossed over and well…..

kento nanami, oh dear………HESJWJWJE DO YALL REMEMBER THOSE ICONIC FEW WEEKS ALL I WOULD POST ABOUT WAS NANAMIN😭😭😭😭 that one episode changed my life. like i said ive always loved him but i have had an epiphany. im in love with him. sonami supremacy 🥰

ichigo kurosaki, my back arches a lil whenever i say his name 😩 i’ll never forget the mootie who paired me with him in an appearance/personality matchup like that altered my brain chemistry. he’s so cute and sooo green flag coded he’s the bestest boyfie husband ever

byakuya kuchiki, again the bleach brain rot never ends. do i have to elaborate on mr. kuchiki ? i think he speaks for himself (i need him to breed me)☺️☺️☺️

trevor belmont + alucard (castlevania), nocturne releasing last september reminded me why i adore castlevania so much like the storytelling and the characters— especially these two— are so compelling and it reignited my obsession with them i rewatched the entire show from the beginning…..for a 4th (or 5th????) time.

no pressure (#) — @hellavile @marimogf @renjisinterlude @6gumi @antizenin @blkjupiters @tvgals @valentineluvu @mysugu & anyone else that wants to participate is welcome !!!!!

putting this in its own post bc long -

2023 CHARACTER WRAPPED

thank u @ricecrispiebirb for tagging! I present 9 characters I loved in 2023

1-3: reiner. yes he takes up 3 spaces I will not be taking questions

4: jeanbo horseface kirschtein

5. ezekiel jaeger I remain hateful of how highly you place and yet……….here u are

6. onyankopon giant balls I LOVE u

7. choso…….my little emo wet kitten man

8. satoru gojo, the strongest, the most petulant, the most beautiful

9. geto suguru babe what happened. I still love u tho

no ob tagging @pisspope @fromriches-tosin @oxygenbefore1775 @marenalee @nanamikentoseyebags @strawberrystepmom @pinkmirth @forest-hashira and anyone else who’d like!

#ask games :)#also #kogami shinya im thinking of you always #aki hayakawa i love you #spike spiegel i am yours forever #reiner i want to have your last name #jason todd ill love you relentlessly #zhongli my adoration for you runs as deep ad your fondness for osmanthus wine #ginoza nobuchika you have my heart #miguelito o’hara i love you deeply and haven’t forgotten about you #mr yamada asaemon shion you are everything and more to me #monsieur neuvillette im in love with you and wish to dive deep into the depths of your soul and find the treasure that hides beneath there #ok im done (not really but for now)

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years ago

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The Photoshoot -Part 35

Cillian Murphy

Series master list: Part 1 (2014), Part 2 (2015),

⚠️ Smut 🔥, bullying.

🦋 One of my favorite things to include in this story is Cillian’s role, of course the main parts are reserved for Tommy Shelby, but I like to play a little with Chris from Free Fire this time. Maybe you know, maybe you don’t, but I have a love/hate relationship with the mustache. The women repellent comment? Yeah, I agree.

I don’t know where the mustache photo came from, but thank you to whoever took it! 🥰

Tumblers by Maison coco 🎨

Ps. Don’t worry, baby Sean is alright.

Gif set by @ thesoldierminute

Cillian could feel the hole in his heart and he placed down his phone on the couch next to him, he wouldn’t be able to see his son that weekend since according to Erin, Sean was still a little bit fussy about the medication and needed to be monitored after being fed with the new formula because his doctor was sure that the main problem was in one the components, which made the baby reject the formula. It was still early to really know.

But soon silence was filled with the sound of his phone, the screen announced it was Martin, his manager.

“Almost got two heart attacks because of you.”

“It wasn’t me, I swear man.”

Martin scoffed. “Who else then? Your wife or your ex-wife?”

Frowning, Cillian walked to kitchen to get a snack he found a bag of the chips Yael bought on their last trip to the supermarket. “I’m not following you.”

“Got two calls today, first to ask if you filed for divorce because you were seen alone at the airport… which I didn’t know you can have a divorce if you aren’t married,” Cillian couldn’t help it but roll his eyes. “and then another call to ask if you really got married last week. Of course I didn’t know how to answer to both so I used the safe option c) no comments.”

“Good choice, that’s why you’re my manager.”

Martin explained to him how someone recognized him at the airport and asked if he was separating from his wife after she was nowhere to be seen, another one asked after hearing about the marriage from mouth to mouth gossip that was around.

Cillian heard him sigh, Martin was a saint, but his patience was questionable when Cillian casually forgot to let him know that he got married in secret.

“Look everything happened so fast, we got engaged, got married the following week, took a flash trip and we had to come back in different flights.” He had to explain Martin, in some ways he was like a priest or a lawyer, he needed to know.

“Thank you for the invitation by the way.”

“It was a family affair, sorry.”

“Ouch, you only made it worse… so if someone asks?”

“I won’t deny nor accept anything.”

“No statement release?” Martin asked already knowing the answer.

“No, it’s nobody’s business.”

“Okay then… well congratulations to the newlyweds, next time you decide to make a life changing decision, remember to let me know.”

“I’ll send the invitation too.” Cillian joked ending the call.

A pair of warm arms wrapped around his torso and a smile appeared immediately in his lips.

“Who are we going to invite and where?” Yael kissed his back and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Martin asked about the wedding.”

Gasping, Yael moved to face her husband. “We didn’t call him.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Cillian winked at her. “How was your shooting?”

“Good, the owner gave me a tumbler for me and one for my husband, I still need to edit the photos, but look at these beauties.” And she showed him some of the photos she took. Stephanie, the girl couldn’t afford her rate, so Yael lied about it and told her she got a shooting canceled and they paid in advance, she had a no return policy, so her photoshoot was covered. “There was an ice cream truck on the street so I thought well why not get a little food in there? Just for fun.”

“Looks so good, did you eat that?”

Yael frowned, as if the answer wasn’t obvious. “Of course I did, had to make sure it tasted good. Now, the tumblers? Every piece is handmade.” Walking over to the fridge she took some vegetables to start making a salad. “Her business is only starting, I met her on the bus the other day. She’s got a boston terrier so cute! And… what is it Cills?”

She noticed his worried body language, he was absent, distracted, more than usual. Getting closer, she caressed his cheek, the cold material of her wedding band against his skin.

Cillian shook his head and crossed his arms against his chest. “We won’t get to see Sean this weekend ‘cause they need to check if he takes well the new formula.”

“But is he alright?”

“Yeah, I just…” but he couldn’t continue talking, not being able to be there for his son was taking a tool on him, sometimes he felt so helpless and guilty after hearing that little Sean was having a hard time.

Wrapping her arms around Cillian, Yael rocked their bodies from side to side. “He’ll be alright, you’ll see… they will find the formula that works soon. It’s nothing serious.”

Sean throwing up some weeks before they got married got everyone worried, he also had diarrhea a couple of times so his doctor insisted on changing the formula immediately, after trying the new one for a couple of days the symptoms didn’t get any better, that’s when Erin decided to feed Sean with some smashed strawberries because he wasn’t accepting the formula and the baby had an allergic reaction and rushed to the hospital and they were instructed to change the formula one more time. Yael suggested they could donate the almost unused cans to a foundation that helped women in vulnerable situations so the four cans they bought wouldn’t be wasted.

“Look he’s being taking care of, it’s just a matter of time.” She assured Cillian running her hands up and down his back, feeling his shoulders relaxing after a few minutes. “Maybe you should call Erin’s mother to ask if you can stop by and visit him, if he can’t come over at least you get a chance to see him?”

That seemed to brighten his mood, a small smile growing in his lips.

“Yeah I can call her.” Pulling apart, Cillian moved her hair away from her shoulder. “Than-”

One of her fingers silenced his words. “You don’t have to thank me for anything.”

Cillian kissed her finger and playfully tried to bite her, making her squeal. “Hungry?”

In a fluid motion, Cillian turned their bodies around so now his wife was sandwiched between him and the kitchen island. His lips rushed to her neck where he left a soft kiss followed by his teeth biting her skin as he felt her pulse speeding up. That’s when he started sucking and Yael moaning.

“Can’t get enough of you.” He whispered and in a swift motion, he helped his wife up the island, then standing between her legs, Cillian undid the little bow on her shoulder, admiring the skin as if it was a piece of art, maybe if he undid the other one her dress would come down. As he was busy thinking of the best way to undress his wife, two things happened simultaneously; she pulled him closer using her legs around his waist and the doorbell rang.

Yael looked at him with a confused expression. “Are we waiting for someone?”

“No, maybe it’s the man selling catalogs again…” he resumed his task of undoing the bow, this time with his teeth, but the sound of the doorbell interrupted them again, Scout started barking intensely.

C are you at home? -his sister Orla wrote him.

Frustrated by the interruption, he started to walk towards the door, but Yael stopped him. “I’ll get it, you better take care of that.” She pointed at the evident bulge in his jeans.

“I’m sorry for coming unannounced but Sienna insisted on coming over.”

The little girl’s face seemed flustered and she was making little sob sounds.

“Cillyyyyy.” She opened her arms to Yael and her little lip started trembling.

“Aww baby girl, uncle Cill is in the bathroom, give him five minutes.” Yael tried to hug her tight. “I like your shoes, are they new?”

Orla closed the door behind her and followed her sister in law to the kitchen.

“I’ve tea, lemonade and soda.” She offered Orla.

Cillian’s sister announced she would get her drink herself with a smirk. “She kept asking to see you.”

“Why are you crying? You want to tell me?” Yael opened a bag of butter cookies and offered the girl some.

“A girl in my class pushed me and I fell.” She started to cry again, eating a cookie in the process.

“Why? What happened?” Cillian joined them in the kitchen, kissing his niece gently and giving his sister a worried look.

“She said I’m a guaf.”

Orla mouthed: Dwarf.

“Oh, but that’s irrelevant, we all come in different heights, sizes and colors, there’s room for everyone.” Yael explained in a soft tone.

Cillian was still trying to manage his anger. What kind of monster made a sweet girl like his niece cry? His wife sensed the change of his energy, but his niece was looking for comfort, so she squeezed his arm, their eyes locked and the secret communication they shared appeared, already knowing what the other was thinking.

“Your auntie’s right, Sienna… you’re a beautiful and brilliant girl, very kind and generous, the best soccer player and you don’t have to be tall to score right?” Little Sienna nodded. “You just have to be fast and kick the ball hard.”

“And you know what?” Yael got their attention, she wiped Sienna’s face “cheer up buttercup, because you’ve an incredible heart and that girl can be the tallest in the world but she’ll never be like you, she’ll never have your smile and your happiness. And it’s sad because she’s a trash person and nobody will want to be her friend.”

“Yeah, what she said.” Cillian offered. “But next time she makes you cry I’ll stuck my feet so she trips.”

That made Sienna laugh.

“That’s what I wanted to see, now give your favorite uncle a hug yeah?” That was the cherry on top for her, the smile returned to light her face.

Yael looked in Orla’s direction, both women melting.

“I’m going to get jealous.” Yael winked at them.

“Give auntie a hug or you will sleep on the couch, like my dad when he makes mama mad.” Sienna freed him and Orla blushed, she was mortified.

Kids always speaking the truth in complete innocence.

“Right, well we have to go now kiddo.”

“Why don’t you stay for lunch?” Yael offered.

“We don’t wanna bother you.”

“Hey, you never both-”

Covering her daughters’ ears, Orla turned to face them. “You can continue doing ermm the duty and next time leave the love bite in a place where the hair can hide it.” She added in a playful tone pointing at her neck, Cillian looked at the floor, embarrassed and suppressing a laugh.

“Is it that bad?” Yael asked worried trying to look at her reflection in the microwave.

“A little bit more sucking and it’s a nice match for your blouse.” Cillian laughed at her gasp. “Now, let me try and follow her advice and perhaps if I make the hickey back here you can hide it with your hair.” He pointed at a spot below her ear.

“I can’t believe you!”

“Why? Is just a hickey.” And he started to kiss her neck.

“Your sister saw it.” Yael closed her eyes, her words were just a whisper.

“She remembers the things I covered her for, worse than a hickey.”

***

“What do you think if we take Sean and Scout to the park?”

His son was getting better, accepting the new formula like a champ, he was all smiles again, Scout moving around excited as he heard the magic word.

Yael couldn’t help but stare at the mustache her husband had been growing.

His new look still not convincing her.

The thing kept moving.

“What?” Cillian asked placing his hands on his hips.

“Nothing… it’s just it keeps moving when you talk.” She had been going through a hard time learning to be in the same room as Cillian’s new hairy feature.

“Eyebrows move.”

“Yeah but not between your nose and lips.” Yael crossed her arms against her chest, looking at it intensely. Her lips in a firm line.

“And you don’t like it.” It wasn’t a question.

“Please don’t make me answer that.” She was really trying to accept it, but when she saw him pulling out a small hair comb she lost it. “Seriously? That’s a women’s repellent.”

“It’s not that bad!” He complained.

“You know what? Take Scout to the park, I’ll watch this little monkey and wait for your family.”

Cillian couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his wife, using the most ridiculous excuses to stay away from his mustache. As he was about to defend himself, Scout started barking followed by the doorbell.

Carrying the baby against her hip, Yael followed Cillian to greet his parents. Kathleen Murphy walked past her own son straight to little blue-eyed baby.

“Oh who’s this handsome little guy?” She started showering her smiley grandson with kisses. “He looks so much like Paidi when he was a baby.”

Brendan gave Yael a hug and walked next to his son. “When will you come back?”

“Mid July, I’ll be filming for a month, but we” he pointed between Yael and himself “are going back and forth.”

As the rest of the family arrived, everybody asked to pass Sean, he had everybody’s attention. His cousins demanding to play with the baby, his aunts trying to pinch his chubby cheeks and his grandparents trying to protect their little precious treasure.

As Yael went to refill the ice bucket to the kitchen, Cillian followed her, making her jump a little when his hands pulled her body against his, whispering something very inappropriate considering his family was close, the mustache tickling her skin.

“Thank you for organizing this brunch.”

Turning to face him, her arms were around his neck. “Aw you’re welcome, I wanted to have them over before you go.” She loved that for this role he got the chance to keep his curls.

They heard the voices coming from the dining room were in good spirits, chatting and laughing. His eyes sparkling, she knew how much it meant to him to have his family close.

“Sorry to interrupt, but someone got over excited.” Sile joined them holding Sean who kicked his little legs against the air.

Cillian groaned and held his son at an arm’s length. “You’re a peeing machine.”

Yael started talking about Sile’s nail color and the new salon she recently found and he paced around to see if she was going to help him, but as the conversation turned to café date the following week, Cillian knew he would have to change his son’s nappy alone.

***

End of June, 2015.

Taking in the the huge set, Yael was amazed by the lights and structures, people moving around trying out guns against the floor, someone yelled and the camera man was guided to move backwards, she was hoping to see Olivia Wilde, but instead she found another girl, she remembered her from some film but couldn’t place her name. Then, she heard the most enigmatic Irish voice.

Yael was biting her lower lip as she saw the man in the 70’s clothes walking towards her; printed shirt with a few open buttons, chest hair on display. And of course… the infamous mustache.

“You look like you are the kind of man that gets every woman he wants.” Yael waited patiently outside the warehouse where he was filming in Brighton.

“Now I see where do you get your big ego Murphy.” A tall man with a beard laughed while walking away.

“I didn’t understand his joke.” Yael was so tempted to clean her husband’s face and neck but she knew the dirt was part of the scene he just filmed, she had the chance to see a bit of it. He had Vaseline or maybe baby oil on his chest for a sweaty-look and she had to resist the urge to move the fringe over his eyes away.

“Don’t ask.” They had been messing around between takes drawing penises it was stupid yeah, but it helped them pass the time. “I’m so glad you came.”

Cillian was so excited to have Yael around for a couple of days, he couldn’t help it and he ended up hugging her, the dust of his jacket, now transferred to her clothes. “Sorry love.” She had a shooting in London so she divided her time between her work, spending time with her family and visiting him on set.

Her eyes were scanning his features.

“What?”

Yael blushed. “I never thought I’d see you wearing something like this and I have to admit the mustache is very adhoc to the look.” He finally had mastered the art of not moving his upper lip while talking, so the mustache didn’t look so weird anymore.

Somehow, she convinced him to take a photo of him against the wall, she was always carrying her camera around.

“Please baby just one I promise… and you’ll get a nice surprise later.” That seemed to do the trick because he chuckled and smiled at her behind the lens.

“This is a nice St. Christopher necklace.” She touched the medallion on his chest. It was so fitting for his character.

Cillian chuckled. “I see you’ve been talking to my mum.”

“Yeah, we went window shopping the other day. Had a lovely chat over a cup of tea.”

“Break ends in five minutes.” Announced someone from the crew cast.

“So… see you tonight?”

“Don’t be late.” She winked before walking away to get in the car that would take her to the flat where he was staying.

Checking on his phone, he found a photo his wife sent him of her lingerie. It looked more like a product she was promoting rather than something she would be wearing, because God forbid her if she snapped a bad photo.

I hope you’re naked when I open the door. He stated on his text.

Is that a Chris order?

As much as he loved the sexy lingerie his wife picked for that night, he preferred her wearing nothing and in mere seconds she was underneath his body. She thought Cillian smell was delicious as he took a shower after finishing his scenes of the day.

Kissing her neck, he was expecting a moan, not a laugh.

“I’m sorry it tickles.” Yael cleared her throat.

Cillian didn’t have time for this, he was hard and aching for his wife after one week apart.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Looking at her, he arched his eyebrow.

“No! But it scrapes m-oooh!” Her eyes pressed shut as his lips nibbled, licked and kissed her breast. She wasn’t able to produce anything coherent as his mouth started moving south. Was he…?

“Holy!” She took a deep breath and tried to hold onto something, anything, the pillow, the sheets, until she found his head between her legs. Pulling at his curls, his groan sent a vibration through her entire body, her hips moving at their own rhythm. She lost control as his mustache brushed against her sensitive button, feeling his tongue on her made her think she would do anything this man asked her to do right there.

But when he started sucking, she silently prayed if she was about to pass out, she would go in peace. Her legs trying to close involuntarily around him.

“Oh fuck.” The way she said it, made it sound like it was a pleading or a statement. Her body was shaking and she felt something leaving her body.

The mischievous chuckle that came from him was accompanied by: “That’s the stache-power.”

“Oh shut up and keep going Murphy.”

Another laugh followed before he resumed his mission to make her see the stars with her eyes closed.

After the ecstasy, the curses, the moans and pleasure, Yael remained with her eyes closed, trying come back.

“I told you it was going to be fucking hot, but I don’t wanna be a widower.” He looked at her as she slowly opened her eyes, the evidence of her orgasm beaded his mustache.

“Gimme a minute.”

“Maybe I can keep it after the movie…” he suggested in an innocent tone.

The look in Yael’s eyes was indecipherable. “Then I’ll stop waxing.”

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earlgreydream · 4 years ago

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brat.

| Bucky Barnes x reader | smut |

warnings: smut, mild degradation (not meant seriously), spanking, dom/sub dynamic, general chaos

a/n: I can’t deal with the pressure of my life, I need James Buchanan Barnes to make me let it go

Bucky had been agitated since you had sent him naughty photos of yourself while he was in the middle of a meeting. He had glanced at his phone and immediately turned it face down and continued speaking. After the meeting, he sat at his desk, looking at the photos you’d sent. His favorite was one where you had your tits out, wearing just little black panties, along with a black ribbon tied around your neck.

He’d originally been the one to tie the ribbon around your neck, about a year ago. He’d hooked his fingers in the satin and dragged you forward like it was a collar, making you blush and shy.

Now, you wore the ribbon around your neck whenever you were in the particular mood for Bucky to make you feel owned.

You were always under constant stress and pressure to perform well, having to control and manage everything, both at work and school. The only place where you could let it go, relinquish all control, was in the bedroom with Bucky... or on the kitchen counters, the bathroom of a club, his desk at work, and anywhere else he could get his hands on you.

When you were alone with Bucky, you became playful, soft, and sweet, and it turned him on to no end. Bucky truly thought you were the most gorgeous and hottest girl in the universe, and he practically worshipped you.

That is, except when you were being a needy brat, like today. Sending him naughty photos at work (unprompted) was strictly against your rules, and you knew you played a dangerous game with him. Bucky wasn’t one to play around when it came to testing the boundaries.

Secretly, that was why you did it. You wanted Bucky riled up, to come home and be rough with you. You wanted him hard and unrelenting, to have you screaming and writhing for him. You were tense from your stressful week, and he was too, and there was no better solution in your mind to release that built up tension.

He shut off his phone as his boss walked in, asking him about a project, and Bucky struggled to focus on what he was being told, too distracted by the image of your soft tits swirling in his mind.

“Thanks, Barnes.”

“Yeah, sure.” He called back half-heartedly, picking his phone back up once he was alone.

~you’re going to fucking regret that, baby~

~I doubt it. X~

He was practically seething at your response, ideas of how to get you in line already forming. He was fed up with your bratty attitude, and his annoyance just built over the course of the afternoon.

When he was finally finished with work, he drove home faster than normal. The door smacked loudly against the wall when he entered, alerting you he was mad. Your heart jumped in your chest, and you felt a pang of regret at your insolence.

“Y/N!” Bucky’s voice echoed, and you nervously walked down the hallway in one of his oversized button downs.

He stopped for a moment, taking in the sight of you. You looked small and meek, innocent in his big shirt. Ribbon was tied around the base of your neck, and your eyes were shining as you gazed up at him.

“Hi, daddy”

He almost melted at the sweet sound of your voice, at the utter innocence you seemed to hold. He dropped his keys in the dish by the door, snapping out of it. He stared at you with a hard gaze, entirely unamused by your earlier behavior. You sank into yourself, taking a step back. He stepped forward, and you continued until he had backed you against the wall outside of your guest bedroom at the end of the hall.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Bucky asked you, waiting for an apology.

I’m sorry daddy, is what you should have said, attempting to win over the last bit of forgiveness he was willing to give you. Instead, you decided to dig yourself into deeper trouble, unable to resist the temptation to goad him by being a brat.

“I could’ve gotten myself off in the time it took you to get home, maybe even more than-” you didn’t even get to finish your sentence before he was on you.

He hooked his fingers into the ribbon, jerking your small body against his. His silver eyes blazed, threatening you to struggle.

“Do you think you’re fucking funny?” He growled, and you stared back at him, suppressing your fear.

“A little, actually.”

That did it.

“Get on your fucking knees, you insolent brat!” He snapped, jerking you downwards so you were kneeling in front of him.

Your knees bit into the hardwood floor, and the ribbon left a faint red ring around your neck from him dragging you by it. His hand went up your neck to your cheek, and you flinched as he sharply tapped your face. It wasn’t enough to be a slap, Bucky would never hit you in a way you didn’t like, but the sharp smack made arousal drip from your core.

You wanted him to run his fingers through your hair to guide you, like he did when he was feeling softer, but you knew that you’d pushed him too far to receive any sort of help.

He grabbed your jaw and forced your mouth open before burying himself in your throat. He did it in one quick movement that had you gagging, choking on his length. Bucky didn’t care about your fight to breathe, snapping his hips at a brutal pace, stretching your throat. You did your best to open for him, but tears slid down your cheeks from your lack of oxygen.

“Y/N, look at you, letting me fuck your throat like a little whore.” His words dripped with condescension and you looked up at him with glassy eyes.

You moaned around him, sending vibrations that pushed him closer to the edge.

“You’re going to swallow, got it?” He ordered and you made a noise of approval, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth. He came in thick spurts, his cock deep in your throat. You swallowed his seed as well as possible, gasping as he pulled out of you. You lost your balance and put a hand on his thigh to steady you. He stepped back, letting you fall forward, barely catching yourself.

You whined in protest, and he grabbed you by the hair and jerked your head back to look up at him. Your chest was heaving as you drew in oxygen, your face was sticky with tears, and your mouth was salty with his taste.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me," Bucky's tone was mocking, a slight Russian accent hanging off his words, a silent threat hanging in the air.

"I did so good, sucking you off like you wanted-" you were about to ask if he'd take care of you now, and he just let out a short laugh.

"You think you're getting off?" He spoke as if it were completely ridiculous.

"Yes?" You tried, and he shook his head.

"Then you shouldn't have been such a little brat. Brats don't get to come."

"But daddy-!" You whined in protest.

Your mouth snapped shut when he dragged you up to your feet and tore his button down off of you. You shivered in the cold air, and his fingers hooked into your panties, pulling them down your legs.

"You're fucking soaked, Y/N. Is this just from sucking me off?" He embarrassed you.

"Y/N!" He snapped when you didn't answer, fed up with your disobedience.

"Yes," you breathed, blinking back fresh tears of anxiety.

"I'll give you something to cry about." He threatened and you bit your lip, knowing it wasn't an empty threat.

"Safeword?" he asked, making sure you were able to communicate with him if it was too much.

"Falcon," you answered obediently and he nodded. He took your wrists in his hands, noticing the way your hands were trembling. He kissed your smooth skin, though his gaze didn't soften.

"On the bed. Now." He pointed, and you bent over the edge of the bed, your ass on display for him. You hid your face in your arms, hiding the embarrassment visible on your cheeks from being so exposed.

A shaky whine escaped as you heard his belt snap, fear prickling up your spine. He watched you squirm on the bed. He knew you hated being smacked with the belt, and he leaned against the wall, watching you nearly lose your mind in anticipation. He was curious to see if you'd continue the bratty behavior, or if this was what would finally cause you to break, and his fingers twitched as he ached to turn your ass pink.

As soon as the tension began to leave your body, and you settled on the mattress, he landed the first blow with the leather on your ass. You screamed both from shock, and the welcome pain that blossomed across your skin.

His dark laughter echoed in your guest bedroom, and chills made your body shudder. You were getting what you wanted, this had been your goal from the beginning. You also knew that you were completely safe, that Bucky loved you dearly, and this was just a bedroom scene, not meant to truly hurt you. Despite both of those facts, the fear was very much real. Bucky was incredibly intimidating, especially when he was mad.

"Four more, alright?"

"Yes, daddy."

Dry sobs burned your throat as he spanked you quickly, leaving pink stripes across your fair skin, but light enough they'd disappear by morning. It was more psychological than physical, and it was causing you to nearly shake with arousal. It was dripping down your legs, and Bucky noticed, adding to the shame of just being spanked. He took a step toward you, squeezing your ass in his large hands, making you whimper in discomfort. He slapped your skin, and you struggled to contain your pained yelps. It wasn’t near as bad as the belt, but the sting spread through your skin as he continued your punishment.

You sighed in relief when he finally finished, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling you up so your back was against his chest. He gave your throat a squeeze, making your eyes roll back. He kissed your shoulder before biting down into your smooth skin. You squirmed in his grip, mewling softly.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, looking up and meeting his gaze.

“I know you are, baby,” He kissed your mouth for the first time, and you melted into his hold, ignoring your soreness.

“Hands and knees for me, doll.”

He released his grip on you, lightly tapping your thigh to get you to climb up on the bed. You moved onto the bed, but your arms were unsteady, so you dropped down to your elbows, letting your back arch.

“Can’t hold myself up,” you murmured apologetically, not wanting him to think that you were being bratty. He kissed your bum, and you sighed quietly at the tender action.

“I want to come, daddy,” you begged, hoping he had softened.

“I’m sure you do.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing that you weren’t going to get what you want. Bucky’s hands wrapped around your hips, holding you steady as he stood behind you. You squirmed as he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds, a choked noise leaving your throat as he brushed your clit. You were on edge, but you knew if you spilled over, he would spank you until you were bleeding.

He noticed the shudder it caused, and his voice came deep and threatening.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I won’t!” you promised, wanting to be good for him.

“Better not.”

He thrusted forward, rolling his hips until he was buried all the way in you, making you yell and grip the sheets in front of you. The stretch burned, your body never quite getting used to his size. Usually he eased into you, but he clearly didn’t care about your pleasure right now.

He began to snap his hips against yours, using your body to chase his own release. His hands slipped off of your hips and snaked around to your front, going up to your breasts. He squeezed roughly and pinched your nipples, pulling them between his fingers, making your vision spark. You shrieked at the sensation, and you tightened around him. You held back your orgasm, fighting against the urge to release.

“Your cunt feels so good around me, doll. If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to lose my mind,” Bucky murmured, his words getting lost in your mind.

You tightened around him purposely, feeling him twitch before painting your insides with his release. He groaned deeply, continuing with shallow thrusts as he emptied himself into your heat. When he pulled out, he stared at your swollen sex, his release dripping out, and down your thighs. You screamed as he slapped the sensitive area, arching your back. You whimpered out a beg to ease up on you, and he moved you to lay on your back. You were barely there, whimpering out apologies pathetically, and he kissed a line from your belly up to your lips.

“You’re forgiven, doll.” He said, kissing you sweetly.

“Please, I’ll be so good.” You were desperate, throbbing around nothing, and you wanted to release the tension your body held so bad.

Bucky watched you beg, almost inclined to put his head back between your legs.

“Fine.” He sat on the bed, pulling you to straddle his thigh. You looked at him in confusion as he held your hips down.

“You can ride my thigh and get off that way, or you can quit complaining.”

Your eyes widened, and your face burned in humiliation. You hesitated for a moment before giving into your needs, rolling your hips and dragging your core over his thigh. You squeezed your eyes shut, burying your face in his shoulder as he quietly mocked you and how desperate you were. Your thighs started to shake, and he bounced his leg, making you come with a scream as you bit down lightly on his shoulder.

“Daddy, no,” you complained as his hand snaked down to pinch your clit, sending shocks through you.

“Watch your mouth.” He ordered, grabbing your jaw in his free hand, disapproving of your protests. He overstimulated you, turning your pleasure into torture. You struggled to catch your breath as you writhed on his lap, begging him to let you ease up. You swore at him, and he smacked your already stinging core. You yelped at the pain, letting him have his way, too exhausted to protest further.

You could’ve cried again as he finally eased up, deciding you had adequately paid for your misbehavior. After, he spent the entire evening showering you with attention, showing his soft side and loving on you.

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