#this huge loss for the red carpet

[harryforguccy]

Law Roach is retiring?!?!

[mysicklove]

i had the most unhinged thought and raced to your inbox because i need this demon expelled from my body asap. hawks coming home from the worst day of patrol, everything went wrong and he had to speak up at a press conference, play the part of perfect, and all he wants is to melt into your touch. you can see it in his eyes, the dark circles, and the weary tilt of his smile. "baby bird," his voice is hoarse, "need you to hurt me tonight," so he can finally unravel. you're the only one he wants to be perfect for. okay goodbyeee 💀

𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒

Pairing: Masochist! Hawks x Gn! Sadist! Reader

CW: face slapping, lots of blood, cock stepping, kicking, bruising, cock slapping, heavy degration, loss of air, mean reader, tons and tons of tears, scratching, mouth spitting, no mention of safe word but keep in mind it is there !!!

A/N: anon im sorry i totally changed ur thing, i just saw masochist hawks and sprinted. the demons wrote this, not me. dont look at me everyone. HEED THE TAGS

it was a way to blow off steam. something that he looks forward to, just some time where he doesn't have to think anymore. only feeling he has the stinging sensations and the tears that prick his eyes. it was an embaressing obsession he had. he loved pain.

Keigo walks to the bedroom, his hero costume tattered, and dark circles under his eyes. he is exhausted, but coming to you for your touch. pulling you close to him, and mumbling into your neck how bad he wants you to hurt him. till he bruises and bleeds. till every thought just disappears except for you.

and so you pull away, and slap him. it makes him tumble backward, and his yellow glasses fall off. he touches the tingling feeling on his face, blood spilling out from the skin caught on your wedding ring. you dont let up, sending another loud smack across his face, and this time he does fall to the ground, landing on his ass.

tears prick at his eyes, and he can feel his lip tear open. the taste of blood coats his mouth and he gulps, looking up at you for more.

he feels your foot jab onto his clothed cock and he keens, wincing up at you. "w-wait," he stutters, throwing his head back when your press even harder. "fuck!"

"wait? you want me to wait? after you begged for it like a dog?" he is squirming under you, tears now streaming down his face as you dig your foot into his pants.

"'m sorry. sorry—you are going to kill me!" he pleads, hands trying to dig themself into the carpet to fight back against the pain.

you sigh, and let up, instead using your foot to push at his chest, causing him to fall over and onto his back. "take off your clothes, Keigo," you mumble, taking a seat on the bed with crossed legs and staring down at him.

"okay. okay. I will. Just give me a minute!" he pants, tearing off his jacket and shirt as fast as he can. he knows something is coming, you werent playing nice.

you dont give him enough time, he reaches for his pants, and without hesitation you slam your foot into his stomach. he goes tumbling backwards and lands on his side, curling into a ball and panting. his eyes are wide and he is gripping onto his adomen. it surely will leave a huge bruise tomorrow. but thats not what he is worried about, he cant breathe.

"awww, did you get the wind knocked out of you? that's what happens when you move too slow," you tease, as you take in his appearance. he trembles in front of you, looking up at you in fear. tears drip down his cheeks and onto the ground, as he tries and fails to catch his breath.

you giggle at him, padding over to him. he flinches at the footsteps, bracing himself for another kick, but you just begin to unbutton his pants, pulling them down. "useless thing, arent you. cant follow any directions," you coo, now tearing off his boxers.

his cock springs out, tip red and leaking pre cum. "such a pervert! you sick fuck, keigo. who gets hard from getting beat?" you land another slap to his thigh, and his whole body jerks.

you smile at the red handprint, glancing back at him to see him beginning to drool. its coated red from the blood from his cheek and lip. he's is still heaving from the kick, eyes wide, and body gasping for oxygen.

"say Hawks do you get turned on when you are losing against villains? pop a boner like a freak for anyone who hits you?"

his eyes flash to you and he is shaking his head desperately. his words are breathless, "no. no. 'm not a freak!"

a quick, but harsh slap to his cock. he jumps again, globs of tears falling quicker. "fuckkkkk," he whimpers, shaking his head back and forth. his whole body shakes, and fingers dig into his own skin.

"you liar! do you want to be kicked again?"

"no no no no. im sorry. im sorry! im a freak. a pervert who likes to get hit. im sorry," he sobs, reaching for your ankle for comfort. you slap it away and he hisses, rubbing the back of it with a sniffle.

but you smile at him and lean over to sit on his chest. his head is still lolled to the side and his body racks with sobs. "shhhhhhh. so whiny Keigo. thanks for admitting it. my disgusting pervert. here, a reward."

you grab his face, hard enough to bruise, and force him to look up at you. his eyes are half shut in a wince, but he tries to force them open to look at you. you pry his mouth open, lean forward, and drop a glob of spit into his mouth.

he doesnt hesitate to swallow it, opening his mouth up again and sticking his tongue out to show you its gone. "th-thank you," he whimpers, and you smile fondly at him.

you hands trail up and down his down his body, sending vicicoius red raised scratchmarks along his pretty skin. "now, pervert....what should we do to this pretty canvas?"

he grins up at you, tears still dripping, and blood staining his cheeks and lips, but still stars in his eyes. "anything."

[gotham--fc]

Puck Drop - A Hilary Knight Imagine

Request: Hilary and R are married with kids and R comes to the first Boston game to support Hilary and the PWHL

we are so back, I'm so back in the writing game I mean it this time it's not like the other times I said that then disappeared for months I really mean it the woho girlies have got me I can't them down

About 1000 words of pure fluff enjoy

Y/N pulls the end of the jersey her son was wearing out of his mouth. She smooths out his hair, wipes a bit of dirt off his cheek. He squirms away from her, like any four-year-old would, but she gives him a look that says stay still for one second. She adjusts her nine-month-old daughter’s jersey as well, making sure Knight on the back is visible.

“Do you remember what I told you?” Y/N asks her son. Noah nods.

“Stay with you, drop the puck to Mama and smile for the picture.”

“Good,” Y/N says, “We have to wait until they tell us to go out.”

“Mama is going to be so surprised,” Noah says.

“Ma!” Luna babbles.

“That’s right baby, are you excited to see Mama?” Y/N says. Luna starts squirming in Y/N’s arm, clearly excited.

A stadium employee steps into the room they’re waiting in.

“We’re about to get started.”

“Thanks,” Y/N says, “Okay lets go.”

Y/N adjusts her grip on Luna and takes Noah’s hand. She follows the employee and watches the opening ceremony. She cheers when the names are announced and she can hear Noah cheering too. When Hilary’s name is called Noah cheers louder.

“Go Mama!” He yells. Luna shrieks in agreement.

An employee hands them each a puck. Noah takes his and holds it very seriously. Luna puts her right into her mouth. Y/N can’t help but laugh. The PA announcer announces the ceremonial puck drop and Y/N keeps her eyes on Hilary as he announces their names. The three of them step onto the carpet and Y/N watches the shock and delighted surprise on Hilary’s face. Hilary skates over for the puck drop, a huge grin on her face.

“Okay, are you ready?” Y/N asks. Noah nods. The two of them drop their pucks on the ice. Luna keeps her in her mouth. Y/N tries to pull it out but Luna pushes her hands away. Hilary laughs and tickles Luna’s belly. Luna laughs.

“Can I have this?” Hilary asks. Luna gives Hilary the puck, almost smacking her in the face with it. “Thank you,” Hilary says. Y/N laughs as Luna tries to climb into Hilary’s arms.

“No baby, Mama has to play hockey now, you can see her later.”

Hilary drops her gloves on the ice and hands her stick to Noah. She pulls Luna into her arms.

“Hi baby,” Hilary coos, “You surprised me, you sneaky girl.”

Luna gurgles in Hilary’s arms. They all turn to the photographer who has been taking pictures of this conversation. They get a picture before Kendall backs away.

“Get one of just the family,” She says.

Hilary starts protesting, saying Kendall is basically part of the family, but Y/N pulls her attention away.

“Just take the picture, my love.”

They do, and Y/N goes to take Luna back, but Hilary ducks her head down before she can and kisses her. Y/N blushes. She would think, after years of dating and marriage that she would stop turning red every time Hilary kissed her, but alas. Hilary grins then hands Luna back. She kneels down to give Noah a hug before Y/N and the kids walk off the ice. Y/N heads up to the box her and the other families members were given to watch the game. During the game, Luna pays no attention to the ice, and instead gets passed around and entertained by the other occupants of the box. Noah splits his time between playing with the toys Y/N brought for him and watching the game.

“Which one is Mama?” Noah asks.

“She’s right there,” Y/N points, “Number 21.”

Minnesota wins, 3-2, and Y/N knows Hilary will be disappointed. She always is after a loss, and Y/N understands. Hilary always wants the best from herself and when she loses she always picks apart everything she thinks she should have done better. Y/N and the kids head downstairs and wait for Hilary outside the players area. Y/N says hi and makes conversation with Hilary’s teammates as they head out. Hilary is the last one to leave the locker room, as usual. She’s freshy showered, her hair still dripping on her shoulders, and she smiles when she sees them, but Y/N can see the disappointment underneath.

“Mama, were you surprised?” Noah jumps into Hilary’s arms before Y/N can tell him not to. Hilary groans as she lifts him up, no doubt sore from the game.

“I was very surprised,” Hilary says, “I was told you were just going to watch the game from the box.”

“And we did,” Y/N says. She leans up and gives Hilary a kiss. “We also did some other stuff too.”

“Uh-huh,” Hilary says.

Hilary puts Noah down so she can carry her bag. The ride home is filled with Noah chattering excitedly about the game, with Luna piping in with unintelligible sounds. Hilary matches Noah’s enthusiasm, and Y/N is struck again by Hilary’s character. No matter how she feels about the game, she never lets the kids know. She never sulks or snaps or acts upset, even though Y/N knows she is.

By the time they get home, Luna is asleep in her car seat and Noah is halfway there. Y/N sends Noah inside to change into his pjs, and Hilary gets Luna out of her car seat. Y/N stop Hilary before she can head inside. She cups Hilary’s cheek and leans up and kisses her.

“I’m sorry about the game,” Y/N says, “I know you wanted to win. You’ll get them next time.”

“I know,” Hilary says.

Y/N wraps her arm around Hilary’s waist and puts the other on Luna’s back where she’s curled up on Hilary’s chest. The three of them sway together in the garage, Hilary’s cheek resting on Y/N’s head.

“Thank you,” Hilary says quietly, “For coming to the game. For surprising me. For marrying me. Having kids with me.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” Y/N answers just as quiet, “I would do it again. I would go back and do it all over again in a heartbeat.”

“We should go inside before Noah gets bored and demolishes the house.”

Y/N laughs. “He is your son.”

“He is just as much yours as he is mine,” Hilary says, “Whatever mischief he gets into is both of our faults."

[jinko-hellhound]

“over and over, all born into great pain” — bungou stray dogs — chuuya, atsushi, dazai

“Atsushi appears on Chuuya’s doorstep covered in blood and full of drugs. Dazai, despite not being present, dutifully haunts the narrative. or: Strangers who’ve been shaped by the same person. or or: 4,000-ish words of musing and vibes and no plot.” — posted for @dazaibirthdayweek2024 !

words: 3,925

first published: 6/18/2024

characters: dazai osamu, nakahara chuuya, nakajima atsushi

relationships: nakahara chuuya & nakajima atsushi, dazai osamu & nakajima atsushi, nakahara chuuya/dazai osamu

tags: mild hurt/comfort, light angst, introspection, no plot/plotless, implied/reference drug use, non-consensual drug use (off-screen), mild gore, tiger nakajima atsushi, implied/referenced cannibalism (crazy), caring nakahara chuuya

crossposted on ao3

Dazai’s stupid kid is crumpled on Chuuya’s doorstep.

Chuuya had wanted to head down to the liquor store. Instead, his boots hit boy as soon as he stepped out the door. Fucking Dazai, Chuuya thinks, because it must be Dazai’s fault.

Chuuya sighs. He turns back to his empty penthouse, as though expecting Dazai to pop out from behind his couch and shout surprise! then announce to him some stupid plan that absolutely necessitates the weretiger bleeding out in the hall.

“Weretiger,” Chuuya says. The weretiger gives a noncommittal grunt. Copper is already filling the air and seeping into the carpet from a wound that must be in the kid’s torso, way he’s doubled over it. God, the stain in the carpet. Chuuya should just get the carpet ripped out, with how often he has to call the cleaners. Doesn’t the kid have superhuman healing? Chuuya squints. Shouldn’t he be healed already?

“Weretiger,” Chuuya says again. The kid’s shoulder shifts a centimeter and that’s about all the response he gets. Well, okay. Questions later. First things first — the weretiger rises into the air and floats into the middle of the living room. His eyes flutter, but he doesn’t seem to register the red glow around him.

“Bwuh,” the weretiger says. A conveniently stashed sheet of plastic (this is not Chuuya’s first rodeo) lifts up and settles over the couch cushions. The weretiger follows. “Bwuuuhhgggg,” he says smartly into the plastic. His left arm is a long pale line hanging off the couch, which Chuuya’s black Maine-coon is already clawing at. The weretiger seems unperturbed by this.

“Uh-huh.” The first aid kit deposits itself into his hands as he strides over to the couch. “Lemme see that wound.”

Except there’s nothing to see. Under the ripped up shirt and all the clotting blood and bits of loose flesh, it’s just smooth skin. So his ability has done its work, if belatedly. Some of this blood is only a few minutes old. It healed fast, but not as fast as it ought’ve. But the weretiger is still acting all loopy, whimpering like something hurts. Just blood loss? That doesn’t feel right.

Chuuya sits himself on his coffee table, knees bumping the couch. “What’s your name again?” It’s somewhere in the back of his mind, but all he ever hears is Akutugawa’s jinkos.

“Naka…” the weretiger starts, then seems to forget he was saying anything. He turns to the cat as though he only just realized she was drawing tracks down his arm, and coos, scratching at her chin. His pupils are huge. Ah, that’s one question answered at least. A hard drug hindered his healing — and it would have disoriented him enough to panic, go out searching for help. Now the question was what drug, why, and how the fuck did his mind, even drug-addled, end up at Chuuya?

“Naka…” Chuuya echoes, scratching his chin. He really should know this, considering the scuffles and the bounty and the general hot topic the boy was around the Port Mafia. The weretiger does not provide any more help. He is entirely caught up with the cat. Now fully turned onto his side, the weretiger has both hands around the cat’s face, scratching dutifully under both her ears. She purrs like a motorboat.

“Hello,” he says reverently. Big-eyed, he tilts forward until he and the cat can touch noses. When he smiles Chuuya catches braces and grimaces. “Hello, hello, meow.”

“Mrow,” the cat offers.

“Nakajima!” Chuuya finally settles on, triumphant. Nakajima looks up at him fully for the first time, grinning with a Dazai-like edge. Well — tree, apple, falling, etc. Chuuya supposes he’s not so much grinning like Dazai as he is grinning like someone high on nebulous hard drugs, which Dazai often is.

“What’s her name?” Nakajima asks, glossy eyes settling somewhere on Chuuya’s chin.

“Pingus,” Chuuya says, and Nakajima dissolves into giggle fits. He rolls over, pushing himself into the back of the couch, giggling so hard his feet kick out. Pingus, scandalized, climbs onto the couch and begins kneading at Atsushi’s side, trying to force her head under his hands. “What!” Chuuya says, even though he’s listened to a hundred people laugh at his cat’s name before. “It’s a fine Spanish wine, Nakajima, does your idiot mentor teach you anything—”

Nakajima’s laughter stops abruptly. Everything about him stops abruptly. He pushes himself up onto his forearms and Chuuya realizes he hates the sight of him — collapsed on Chuuya’s fine couch, which he’d bought with blood money; white hair and moonlight skin and tatters of a white shirt, all matted and sticky with his own blood, bits of flesh trailing down his stomach. He’s got, Chuuya realizes, red smears all over his chin, his neck, and if he opened his mouth a little wider it might be on his teeth, too. Chuuya had always thought the kid sweet, a bit naive, earnest and reckless. Akutugawa had called him a stupid dog. He wonders about the man-eating tiger stories; wonders what Dazai saw in him in the first place that he thought would make a good partner for Akutugawa. He wonders what Dazai’s taught the kid - what he’s nurtured in him.

“Dazai,” Nakajima says, just as reverential as when he’d been speaking to Pingus. “Dazai told me to come here.” Out of his front pocket, he pulls a crumpled, slightly damp piece of notebook paper and holds it out to Chuuya. He grins big, proud of himself.

A safe place in case of emergency! :D It reads, in Dazai’s stupid messy scrawl. Chuuya will be kind and keep Atsushi for a bit. Tell Chuuya Dazai sent you!

Below these instructions are Chuuya’s address, his phone number (Jesus, Dazai, Chuuya thinks — might as well start plastering Chuuya’s face all over Main Street), and, of course, nothing directed at Chuuya.

Chuuya sighs, runs a hand through his hair. Fucking Dazai — what was he thinking, sending Nakajima his way? Did he tell his whole gaggle of do-gooders Chuuya’s place was a safehouse? And why the hell would he send Nakajima straight into the Mafia’s hands?

(Unless, of course, he believed Chuuya would decline to tell the Mafia about this at all. It was a big risk, believing that.)

“So.” Chuuya leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. He studies Nakajima, whose chest is heaving, every breath coming with a hint of a wheeze. Did he overdose? Chuuya taps his foot, considering — he has aspirin in his first-aid kit. Narcan too. “What happened, huh? Too much catnip?”

Nakajima grins lazily (yes, he was right — blood and braces), head lolling against the couch. His arm is limp when Chuuya picks it up, presses two fingers to the pulse point at the inside of his elbow. Nakajima’s offering way too much trust, either because of the drugs or Dazai — Chuuya could stop his blood from flowing at all, if he wanted to. But Dazai would shoot him in the temple, probably.

“I dunno,” Nakajima slurs. His mental condition is definitely unnerving, but at least his pulse feels fine, and his skin isn’t clammy.

Chuuya pinches his inner arm and Nakajima yelps, jolting — his arm becomes monstrous and heavy. Chuuya stares at it, considering the length of its claws. Man-eater, he thinks.

“Huh,” Chuuya says. Then: “Wake up, kid. Tell me what happened.”

“Um.” Pingus is rubbing her face all over Nakajima’s jaw. A deep purr rumbles in Nakajima’s chest to match Pingus’s, which Chuuya is only mildly surprised by. There’s some semblance of awareness in Nakajima’s eyes that Chuuya thinks is due to Pingus’s bothering. She’ll get extra fish with her dinner, as a reward. “Dazai and I were undercover…” Nakajima’s eyes roam the ceiling, running his (both now human, thank God) bony hands up and down Pingus’s back. “Undercover, and… Dazai told me to leave — really fast.”

“Why?”

Nakajima looks frustrated, and Chuuya understands. With a mind addled like his is, it can be hard to put words to things even if you know exactly what you’re trying to explain. But if there’s trouble, there’s no time to wait for Nakajima to sober up.

“Because…” Nakajima says, “He said we were drugged… we were at this fancy party, and I started feeling funny, and Dazai said, go to the Agency, but the Agency was far away… I left him there…” Nakajima jumps up, suddenly, throwing a yowling Pingus off his chest. White knuckling the back of the couch, Nakajima shouts, “Dazai’s in trouble!”

“Calm down.” Chuuya considers reaching out, pushing Nakajima back down onto the couch. That probably wouldn’t go well. “You know Dazai’s fine.” Fine was maybe a strong word, but alive was a fact that seemed to stay true no matter what. “I need more from you. How’d you get injured?”

Nakajima blinks at him. “Injured?”

“Injured,” Chuuya reiterates, pointing at the chunk of yellow fat smeared across Nakijma’s stomach. What a fucking sight. All the hallmarks of a corpse on his couch, except the actual injury.

“Oh,” Nakajima says, squinting down at his own blood. He sort-of snarls as he runs his tongue over his upper teeth, like he just realized the blood on it. “I don’t — remember? I think someone tried to stop me leaving…”

Chuuya puts the images together. Thinks it through — Nakajima and Dazai, both of them completely out of place in some party full of cocktail dresses and tiny sausages. The drugging had to be well hidden for Dazai not to notice, but he would have known the second it slid down his throat. He imagines Dazai’s panicked face — the one no one else ever notices except Chuuya, who is very well attuned to the tiniest twitches of Dazai’s eyebrows — imagines him calculating exactly how many minutes him and Nakajima had, making an estimated guess based on Nakajima’s size and ability and how much he’d unknowingly chugged, and then deciding the kid had enough time to get the hell out of dodge.

Nakajima would have had to leave as discreetly as possible, as though he didn’t know anything was wrong. But if someone had drugged them both, then they were watching them, too. Nakajima had been intercepted, gotten hurt, and — hm. The man-eating thing had only ever been rumors. But if he had claws like that, Chuuya could only imagine the teeth, and what one does when there’s an unknown drug and panic and blood loss all settling in at once. With his efforts to get all the blood off his teeth and out of the crannies of his braces, Nakajima is making a lot of funny faces.

So someone was probably dead. And Dazai was God knows where. And — okay.

Chuuya tilts his head up to the ceiling, ignoring Nakajima, who has once again become preoccupied with Pingus. Question time:

1. Where’s Dazai? Did he get himself out too? Or is he drugged up in someone’s basement?

2. Why Nakajima and not him? If it were one or the other, Dazai would have had a much easier time getting himself out than Nakajima. His tolerance is higher, he probably had less, and, frankly, he’d probably be much more useful in terms of knowledge.

3. For that matter: why not both? Why couldn’t both of them leave? Scratch question 2, then — the only reason Dazai would let himself get caught is if he had a reason to.

4. Fine then, last question, besides why come to Chuuya: how long should Chuuya wait for the stupid mackerel to show his face before he sucks it up and calls the Agency?

Hopefully, he won’t have to deal with the last question. Either Nakajima sobers up soon or Dazai escapes. It’s been a few years and Dazai’s gone weird and soft, but at the very least he should still be totally capable of escaping some stupid fucking kidnappers.

Chuuya should probably add who drugged them to his list of questions, but that’s not really his problem. With the story straight-enough in his head, he just needs to focus on getting Nakajima sober. By the state of the kid’s giant pupils and still-heaving breaths and incessant giggles every time he whispers Pingus to himself, it’ll be a while.

Babysitting duty. Ah, well — Chuuya’s used to babysitting duty, ever since Dazai fucked off and left the Akutugawa kids reeling and helpless. (Not that either of the kids would admit that’s what happened.) Dazai was always leaving him on babysitting duty.

Chuuya sighs, stands, retrieves a blanket. By this point Nakajima’s sunk back down onto the couch, holding a loaf of Pingus against his chest. “Rest up, weretiger,” Chuuya says, throwing the blanket over the both of them. He’ll wash all the viscera and shit off the blanket later.

Nakajima, covered up to his nose, blinks with those big, dual-colored eyes. With a little mrow, Pingus’s head pops out of the blanket and she starts nuzzling Nakajima’s cheek with his nose.

“Are you gonna tell Akutugawa I’m here?” Nakajima asks softly. It should be a question asked with fear, but it’s awfully bland — unafraid. Chuuya’s lips twitch.

“No,” Chuuya says, and heads into the kitchen.

Dazai used to do a lot of cocaine.

He probably doesn’t anymore. Or he’s really good at hiding it. Chuuya doesn’t imagine a cocaine habit would go over well with the detectives, and he doesn’t imagine Dazai could even hide something like that from the smart one. (From the others, he could definitely hide it. But not the super smart one.)

Chuuya’s done it a few times himself, but it’s never been his preference. The dignity of alcohol, the richness of it, and most of all the beauty of it — all those fine, expensive, aged bottles sitting on his shelves — has always appealed to him. But Dazai liked the way things like cocaine got him excited, amplified his mania. He liked uppers, from cigarettes to ritalin to coke, because they made him feel human.

Not that it’s cocaine, Nakajima’s got in him. It’s definitely not cocaine. It was probably ketamine or benzos, an attempt to make Nakajima all loopy and relaxed and weak. That’s not what happened, clearly. At least it’s not what happened immediately, because Nakajima had enough strength in him to escape an attacker. Must’ve been his ability slowing the drug.

It doesn’t matter. This is all to say that Chuuya has more than enough experience sobering himself and others up. He sets to work frying some eggs.

Nakajima’s not asleep; from the other room, Nakajima’s quiet voice wafts in, indistinguishable murmurs interspersed with giggles and Pingus’s mrows. At some point he starts humming a song which Chuuya has to strain his ears to hear. It’s a sweet, lilting melody — his brain fills in the lyrics instantly and his heart twists at the realization that it’s Dazai’s stupid song, can’t do a double suicide alone.

Chuuya slides the eggs off the pan with his spatula and sets them gently on the plate. Then he stops there, stares at the eggs, the shaking yolks. Thinks about being fifteen in Mori’s office, glaring at Dazai, the feeling in his gut that something horrible had changed in his life. Thinks about the stark red marks of Dazai’s hand on Akutugawa’s cheek. Thinks about childrens’ feet pattering softly down the halls of the Port Mafia’s safe houses and headquarters’ halls. Thinks about Nakajima, smiling at Dazai’s name, singing silly tunes Dazai taught him.

Toast pops out of the toaster. It’s a little burnt. Chuuya blinks and takes a breath that does not shake. He flicks on the radio — some public station playing soft jazz — and he can’t hear Nakajima anymore.

When Chuuya returns to the living room with two ham egg and cheese sandwiches, Nakajima pops fully up, although this time he holds Pingus to his chest so she doesn’t fall. The blanket falls, though, and it’s the same as it was before: the remains of a nice shirt falling over thin shoulders, drying brown blood splattering his stomach and chest and arms, his own fucking skin and flesh and fat stuck to him. Chuuya’s seen gore before — seen it a thousand times worse than this — but something about the sight has him keeping his eyes dutifully on Nakajima’s forehead.

Nakajima devours the sandwich in practically one bite, his jaw wider than it ought to be. Chuuya pretends not to be unnerved by this.

Once Nakajima has fully chewed his sandwich and patted his stomach and hummed his thanks, Chuuya asks, “Feel any better?”

The penthouse is cold. Chuuya likes it that way. But Nakajima shivers, pulling the blanket back up, tucking himself back down onto the couch. “A little,” he says, suddenly very childlike. As though he’s only just realized he’s cold (likely, considering what some drugs can do to one’s awareness of things like temperature), Nakajima curls more and more into himself on his side, pulling the blanket up his face. Ridiculous, that he’s on Chuuya’s couch right now. Ridiculous, that Chuuya doesn’t call Akutagawa. Fucking Dazai.

Chuuya stands abruptly. Nakajima blinks in response.

“Rest,” Chuuya says again, then promptly retreats to his bedroom.

Dazai is sprawled out on Chuuya’s bed, twisting the soft black covers beneath him, hair fanned out over the pillow. He’s got a few bruises on his cheek but there’s no blood, Chuuya recognizes first, then recognizes second that Dazai is on his fucking bed.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Chuuya says. Throws his hands up in the air, lets out a noise like a yell without any air — makes a scandalized face that Dazai only blinks at, throws his arms back down, then towards Dazai, into the air, then out, gesturing widely at the room around him. Every loose object in the room raises about a centimeter, drops, raises. “When the fuck did you get here!” He crosses the room in two long strides, pulls the lounging Dazai off the bed by his shoulders, and shakes him. “Your stupid kid is high out of his mind in the living room!”

Dazai groans, fake, squeezing his eyes shut. “Chuuya, Chuuya,” he whines, putting on a strange voice like a telenovela housewife, “Chuuya, my head is killing me!”

“You’ve done worse drugs,” Chuuya says, but he brings up a hand to start prying Dazai’s eyelids open and check his pupils. Yelping, Dazai bats him away, wiggles out of his grip, then rolls floppily onto the other side of the bed. He pats the space next to him in invitation.

“Fuck you,” Chuuya says.

Dazai just frowns.

The window is open, Chuuya realizes, a breeze fluttering the blackout curtains. This is somehow an even worse realization than finding Dazai on his bed, and Chuuya has to fully turn on his heel so he’s facing away from Dazai. He grabs his face in his hands, bounces on his heels once, twice, thrice. The idiot had either broken into the apartment below and climbed up to the penthouse or started from the roof and climbed down — either way, it’s so ridiculous and unnecessary that the thought of it gives Chuuya heart palpitations.

“You have a key to this apartment!” Chuuya hisses, although something about it feels like he shouldn’t say it out loud, like it’s an admittance. “Why would you-!”

Dazai hums in a way that tells Chuuya he won’t get an explanation. Either he’d done it for fun or done it because it was all part of some stupid plan or mind game or manipulation. Chuuya decided he didn’t care, because the more pressing question was—

“Why would you give that kid my address?” He steps forward so his knees are bumping the mattress.

Doe-eyed and innocent, Dazai stares up at him. “Why wouldn’t I?” He asks, “Chuuya is a good babysitter…”

“I’m going to kill you,” Chuuya says, but he doesn’t add his usual violence to it because he’s squinting at Dazai’s pupils. Blown pupils, but his cheeks are a normal warmth, he seems perfectly able to move himself around. No need for the damn narcan, which is a blessing, because Chuuya’s had to give Dazai narcan more times than he’d like in this lifetime.

Dazai pats the spot next to him again. Rolling his eyes, Chuuya acquiesces. Shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee; fifteen, twenty-two. They sit in quiet a moment, Dazai taking deep breaths Chuuya recognizes as an attempt to sober up. The summer breeze through the window adds a bit of warmth to the cold room. Nakajima is humming that tune again, loud enough to hear through a closed door. Chuuya closes his eyes.

“I escaped a little faster than I meant, but I got good information,” Dazai muses. When Chuuya glances over, an eyebrow raised, he waves his hand in dismissal. “Agency business.”

“Agency business,” Chuuya repeats flatly, “but you can send Nakajima here in the middle of it.” He’s indignant, even though an hour ago he said whoever drugged the two of them wasn’t his problem. It’s the principle of the matter — he can decide he doesn’t care. Dazai can’t decide that for him.

Yawning, Dazai scratches at his jaw. “I didn’t specifically send him here. I gave him your information a long time ago. You were closer than the Agency.” The drugs are making him a bit less playful, more direct than usual. His gaze is sort of lizard-like, unfocused on the wall opposite him. “Chuuya’s a good babysitter,” he repeats. Chuuya could vomit. He leans a bit away from Dazai, but Dazai just lifts one leg and settles it over Chuuya’s, holding him in contact.

They’re silent for a long moment, in which Nakajima begins to giggle, repeating Pingus to himself several times.

“What’re you doing with this kid?” Chuuya finally asks, glancing sidelong at Dazai.

There’s that Dazai smile. The actor one, the robot one, that reaches his eyes as though it’s clawing for them. “Does Chuuya have a soft spot?” he asks, leaning back into Chuuya’s space, chin hitting Chuuya’s shoulder. He whines when Chuuya plants a hand on his face and pushes him off. With the momentum he falls over himself so that he’s become a ball on Chuuya’s bed, moaning about how mean and awful and cruel Chuuya is.

“No,” Chuuya bites, “I just wanna know what you’re planning in your stupid mackerel brain.”

Said mackerel doesn’t respond for a while. Chuuya is reaching out to jostle him when he realizes the rise and fall of his back is real, actual sleep, and his hand stops in the air.

“Damn it,” he says, but it’s a quiet mutter. Out in the living room, Nakajima’s quieted, too.

He stands. Goes into the living room. Stares at the now-sleeping kid for a long moment. In sleep he’s serene, cheeks thin but still childlike, face still all smooth like an artist had just gone over the clay of him with her thumbs. Pingus curls under his chin. All sweet, except for the brown-red on Nakajima’s jaw, resting against Pingus’s dark fur.

Chuuya crosses into the kitchen, sits heavy in a chair, and considers. Considers — all of the safe houses Dazai could have sent Nakajima off to. Considers that stupid tune Nakajima and Dazai seem to love, and the edge to both their smiles, and the vigor with which Akutugawa and Nakajima hate each other. Considers how a man was dead, and how he probably deserved to die, but it had been a desperate, drugged eighteen year-old on a job who’d done it. Considers Chuuya’s a good babysitter, and tea with the Akutugawas, and Nakajima’s braces. He comes to no satisfactory conclusions.

[pourrrrthetea]

It’s valid to feel let down that you spent time and money on someone who excuses such behavior.

Doja Cat has so many controversies to her name it’s ridiculous. She hosted a party with P Diddy, she wore a Sam Hyde tshirt, then when called out just cropped it slightly and reuploaded it, when women came forward with allegations about her ex, she attacked them, she attacked her own fans, she bullies people online, she engaged in race play and stripped for incels. It’s very clear which side of the political scale she is on.

I don’t want to hear the excuse that she is a ‘troll’ because that’s invalid. It always starts with the excuse of ‘trolling’. Is Nick Fuentes just a troll? Where do we draw the line? 

Joe posting about Kamala was purely his teams side of trying to keep him popular amongst his fans, when his actions of excusing such behavior by being in the company of Doja say otherwise. The company you keep is a huge reflection on you as a person. He didn’t even post about elections in his own country. He is obviously right wing leaning and doesn’t have progressive views about sexual assault, women or racism or is indifferent to it, I’m not sure whats worse. 

The man portrayed to us 2 years ago is a very different man before us today. He shows constant distaste for Eddie and Stranger Things, he cancels cons last minute only to be photographed wandering the streets of London, he talks about liking his privacy but engaged in staged paparazzi photos both on his own and with Doja. He’s rude to his fans, but they still show up at cons to spend money on him which is weird to me. If he dislikes his stranger things fans, how will he cope with Marvel fans? 

It feels like we’ve been duped into supporting someone who I would never have spent time, effort or money on having known his views. You cannot date someone and not agree with them politically and morally - that isn’t opinion, it’s a fact. 

He said she’s really funny, is it funny when she attacks women? Spoke about fucking a school shooter? Made homophobic or racist remarks? Stripped for incels? Attacked her own fanbase? I’m trying to find where the funny is here. 

He spoke about taking Olivia Colemans advice, not losing himself and setting down good roots but his actions show the complete opposite. He came across as grounded and someone more interested in the craft than the celebrity which he’s now shown is a lie. 

We’re now going to be subjected to constant paparazzi photos, whereas actors like Josh O Connor manage to actually maintain their private life because he genuinely wants too. Everything to do with his name is now linked to Doja. Even gladiator is now linked back to her. It’s crazy. This will stay with him forever, his own premiere being overshadowed is madness. 

It’s valid to feel let down by someone, I don’t care that he’s dating, I really don’t. If it had been someone like Lupita who is amazing and does so much work for organizations and causes I would’ve been so happy for him. It’s more the true colors showing that is upsetting. 

The amount of people that have left his fandom is an indicator given such low engagement and discussions about his red carpet presence, and his loss of millions on social media.

Oh and he 100% is the Joe Quinn that signed that letter demanding release of hostages. He took part in the fundraiser to save face because Luna asked him. Don’t be so naive.

please tag this so it’s in his tag. and hers. idc.

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[cloama]

Using 0zempic to get thin once-and-for-all must feel like a miracle to 0prah. Now she'll never have to examine fatphobia or why she wasn't allowed to be fat in peace. She'll never have to think again of how she negatively influenced diet culture for an entire country for 25 years, encouraging American women to destroy their bodies for thinness. Lean Cuisines, WeightWatchers, Cleanses, Wagon of Fat... Nah, she can sit in her garden or hit the red carpet and act with a sense of calm. If you've seen her she seems so peaceful. Because for once in her long, storied life, her money has finally bought her permanent thin-ness. Finally. Be very careful and aware because she[and her huge stake in weightwatchers] plan to normalize this method of telehealth weight loss to the entire country. She will then sell it to you, your mother, and your grandmother.

[arigrin]

Hello,

could you please write a Grindelwald one-shot, where he is in love with an auror (oc/reader), who refuses to join him?

Warning: Kidnapping, obsession, control, dominance, torment, loss of virginity, love at first sight, content 18+.

Background: You are the auror of the Magic Congress, but everything gets complicated once you get in the eyes of a dark magician who becomes obsessed with thoughts about you.

From the author: This story was originally created by one post, but had to be split. If you like it, then I will release the next chapter (it has already been written).

Try to love me.

Part 1

Opening her eyes a little, the girl sighed and stretched slightly. Already wanting to drift off to sleep, the girl abruptly opened her eyes.

Frowning slightly, she shuddered and realized that she was lying on a soft bed that was so very different from hers, and a soft, warm and airy blanket lay neatly on her almost naked body.

Sitting up abruptly, she looked around, blinking rapidly, not as if she was not used to the bright light that was oozing out of the windows.

After a couple of seconds, the girl still blinked and began to frantically look at the new environment for her and was slightly surprised.

The room she was in was huge, basically like the bed itself, flanked by bedside tables with lamps on them.

A spacious room with high ceilings, decorated in red and black style, with decorative drawings.

A dark floor made of dark wood on which lay two large, painted carpets.

Two zones were allocated in the room. The first area in which there was a bed, and the second with one sofa and three armchairs, located in front of a large fireplace, flanked by bookshelves.

The room was lit with candlesticks, which only added some comfort.

But what stood out the most were two large stained glass windows, curtained with scarlet velvet curtains that hung over the headboard of the bed.

Abruptly getting out of bed, the girl swayed slightly, but managed to keep her balance and walked quickly to one of the windows.

She had a fascinating view of the snow-capped mountains, which shone from the bright sun and slightly hurt her eyes.

Holding her breath, the girl turned around and once again examined her "dungeon", which was made in a Gothic, but beautiful, for a girl, style.

Recovering a little from the shock, she approached the bed and sank down on it, beginning to remember what had happened.

____

The girl was an aurora and served the Magic Congress faithfully, working in tandem with Theseus Salamander. On the last mission, she and the team under her command were sent to find important information about Gellert Grindelwald and his supporters.

Opening the next door, they went into a large hall, but stopped abruptly when they heard a strong bang of the closing door.

Then the girl realized that it was a trap, and that man was one of the Green de Wald fanatics.

Before they could give the command to retreat, other wizards began to appear in the hall. After a short amount of time, the two sides fought, as they say, for life and death.

And everything would be fine if at one point the hero of the occasion himself did not arrive, who was not noticed by the girl, for his pleasure.

Two different eyes looked at her with awe and admiration, absorbing every detail and curve of such a beautiful and desirable body.

But everything was clouded when the spell flew in his direction and dispelled his obsession.

Reflecting it, the man looked towards the obscurantists and launched a green ray at him, finding the girl with his eyes, sent a spell at her.

Without having time to reflect, the girl was lightly hit by someone's spell, and half a second later, she felt weak, and then fell into the realm of Morpheus, falling into the outstretched hands.

____

Emerging from her memories, she took a sharp breath and reached for her wand, but only touched the soft fabric.

Looking down, she saw that she was in a nightgown and shorts, which highlighted all her charms and curves, and was pleasant to the touch.

Blushing slightly, but putting it out of her mind, the girl got up from the bed and started looking for the wand, hoping that she would find it anyway.

Looking for her, she stopped abruptly when she heard slow but confident footsteps in the direction of the room.

Less than two minutes later, a man enters it.

Looking at the newcomer, the girl swallowed slightly and shrank, because Gellert Grindelwald himself was standing in front of her.

Dressed as if from a needle, a man with a straight and confident posture seemed to tower over this room.

The girl knew perfectly well what he was capable of, because she saw how he fought against the obscurantists who tried to protect the president. If it wasn't for Newt, who tied him up, the end could be terrible.

Now, this man was standing right in front of her and the girl did not dare to look at him, continuing to examine his suit.

– Have you woken up yet, my love? – A hoarse voice echoed through the room.

The girl shuddered slightly and frowned at the treatment that the magician assigned to her.

She boldly raised her head and looked into his eyes.

Multicolored eyes, staring into gray eyes that look blue in the light.

– What does this mean, Grindelwald?! – the girl said indignantly and forgetting what she was wearing, she stepped forward and found herself in the center of the room.

How dare he kidnap her?! How dare he treat you like that, as if that's the way it should be?!

– I don't know what you're talking about, my darling. – The man made a puzzled face, but the shadow of a smile made it clear that he knew exactly what she was talking about.

– Oh, you know perfectly well what we are talking about! – the girl said with displeasure, but stepped back when he confidently stepped towards her, but continued – You kidnap the Aurora of the Magic Congress, come to him as if nothing had happened, and talk as if you love! The girl stepped back while the man copied her actions, advancing forward.

– Oh, dear... You're right. When I saw you then, during my detention, I couldn't take my eyes off you, and my thoughts returned to you, not letting you sleep. – the girl was pressed against the wall and no longer looked as confident as before, which can not be said about the man who was rapaciously examining her beautiful face and how the predator approached her, but stopped a meter away from her – All this time, I was looking for a way to lure you into a trap and finally take you for myself. To make you my supporter and lover. Finally, to show you HOW important and desirable you are to me. The man sang the last words breathlessly, which made the girl swallow nervously.

– Don't act like that! Do you think that with such speeches, I will believe someone who deceives and manipulates people all the time? – the girl asked and continued – Your fame goes ahead of you!

A fire flashed in the man's eyes. Not anger, no. Completely different, which was unknown to anyone. Which made the girl stop talking and stare into his eyes in fascination.

– To anyone... – The man said in a whisper, but the girl heard perfectly well – I lie and manipulate anyone, but not the one who could take over my soul and heart. Not the one I think about day and night, dreaming of starting my own family and ruling with her.

This confession took the girl's breath away.

No...

No!

He can't. He's manipulating. The girl did not believe a single word, continuing not to notice that passionate and desired look that now glided over the girl's body.

– I really hope that you liked the room that I have prepared for you. – arriving in shock, the girl unconsciously nodded her head, from which the man grinned rather – I'm not going to keep you locked up, because I know how much you are a freedom-loving bird. You can walk around my castle, on its territory, but remember... – the man took a small step, but it was enough to bend over to the girl who held her breath – You will not be able to leave here, because there is a barrier on the castle. Food, clothes, everything you need for your convenience, will be provided to you right now. You won't need anything.

– M... My wand... - in a trembling voice, the girl asked, feeling cold breath on her sensitive neck.

– You won't need it until you prove your loyalty to me. – Gellert said enough and approaching even closer, touched the tip of his nose to the tense neck of the girl, slightly passing over it and inhaling the sweet and much-desired smell.

The girl stood in shock and could not speak without saying a word.

Smiling contentedly, the man slowly pulled away and looked into his eyes, and then at the slightly parted plump lips that beckoned to kiss, he pulled away.

–You'd better rest, love. – and turning around on a large sole, the girl came out of the new "dungeon", leaving her perplexed.

Предупреждение: Похищение, одержимость, контроль, доминирование, мучения, потеря девственности, любовь с первого взгляда, содержание 18+.

Предыстория: Вы - аврор Магического конгресса, но все усложняется, как только вы попадаетесь на глаза темному магу, который становится одержим мыслями о вас.

От автора: Изначально эта история была создана одним постом, но ее пришлось разделить. Если вам понравится, то я опубликую следующую главу (она уже написана).

Попробуй полюбить меня.

Честь 1

Чуть приоткрыв глаза, девушка вздохнула и несильно потянулась. Уже хотев проволиться в сон, девушка резко открыла глаза.

Чуть нахмурившись, она вздрогнула и поняла, что она лежала на мягкой кровати, что так сильно отличается от её, а мягкое, тёплое и воздушное покрывало, аккуратно лежало на её почти обнажённом теле.

Резко сев, она огляделась по сторонам, часто моргая, не как не привыкнув к яркому свету, что сочился из окон.

Спустя пару секунд, девушка всё же проморгалась и начала лихорадочно смотреть новую для неё обстановку и слегка удивилась.

Комната в которой она была, была огромных размеров, в принципе как и сама кровать, по бокам которых стояли прикроватный тумбы на которых были светильники.

Просторная с высокими потолками комната, оформлена в красно-чёрном стиле, с декоративными рисунками.

Темный пол, сделанный из тёмного дерева на котором лежали два больших, расписных ковра.

В комнате были выделены две зоны. Первая зона в которой была кровать, а вторая с одним диванам и тремя креслами, расположенные перед большим камином, по бокам которого располагались книжные полк.

Комната была освещена подсвечниками, что только добавляло некий комфорт.

Но что больше всего выделялось, это два больших, витражных окна, занавешенными будто бархатными шторами алого цвета, что свисало и над изголовьем кровати.

Резко встав с кровати, девушка чуть покачнулась, но смогла удержать равновесие и быстрым шагом подошла к одному из окон.

Ей открылся завораживающий вид на заснеженные горы, что блестели от яркого солнца и слегка резало глаза.

Затаив дыхание, девушка обернулась и ещё раз осмотре��а свою "темницу", которая была сделана в готическом, но прекрасном, для девушки, стиле.

Чуть отойдя от шока, она приблизилась к кровати и опустилась на неё ,став вспоминать, что же случилось.

____

Девушка была аврором и служила верой, и правдой Магическому Конгрессу, работая в паре с Тесеусом Саламандром. На последнем задании, её и команду под её командованием, отправили найти важные сведенья о Геллерте Грин-де-Вальде и его сторонниках.

По словам человека, что сообщил эту информацию, сведенья находились в одном из прошлых убежищ Тёмного мага.

Прибыв туда с небольшой командой, девушка во главе всех, шла спереди с поднятой палочкой, на которой тускло светил огонёк.

Открывая следующую дверь они прошли в большой зал, но резко остановились услышав сильный хлопок закрывающейся двери.

Тут девушка поняла, что это была западня, а тот человек, один из фанатиков Грин-де-Вальда.

Не успев отдать команду отступать, в зале стали появляться другие волшебники. Спустя маленькое колличество времени, две стороны сражались, как говориться, не на жизнь, а на смерть.

И всё было бы хорошо, если в один момент не прибыл сам виновник торжества, который не был замечен девушкой, на его удовольствие.

Два разных глаза с благоговением и восхищением смотрели на неё, впитывая каждую деталь и изгиб, столь прекрасного и желанного тела.

Но всё омрачилось, когда заклинание полетело в его сторону и развеяло его навождение.

Отразив его, мужчина посмотрел в сторону мракоборца и запустив в него зелёный луч, отыскав глазами девушку, послал в неё заклинание.

Не успев отразить, девушку легонько ударило чьё-то заклинание, а спустя пол секунды, она почувствовала слабость, а после провалилась в царство Морфея, падая на протянутые к ней руки.

____

Вынырнув из своих воспоминаний, она резко вздохнула и потянулась к своей палочки, но только коснулась мягкой ткани.

Опустив глаза она увидела, что находится в ночной рубашки и шортах, что выделяло все её прелести и изгибы, и была приятной на ощупь.

Чуть покраснев, но выбросив это из головы, девушка встала с кроватью и начала искать палочку, в надежде, что она всё же найдёт её.

Ища её, она резко остановилась, услышав медленные, но уверенные шаги в направлении комнаты.

Не прошло и двух минут, как в неё заходит мужчина.

Посмотрев на вошедшего, девушка чуть сглотнула и сжалась, ведь перед ней стоит сам Геллерт Грин-де-Вальд.

Одетый, как будто с иголочки, мужчина, что с прямой и уверенно осанкой, будто возвышался над этой комнатой.

Девушка прекрасно знала на что он был способен, ведь видела, как он сражался против мракоборцев, что пытались защитить президента. Если бы не Ньют, что связал его, конец могу быть ужасен.

Сейчас же, этот мужчина стоял прямо перед ней и девушка не решалось посмотреть на него, продолжая рассматривать его костюм.

– Уже проснулась, моя любовь? - хриплый голос эхом пронзил, комнату.

Девушка, чуть вздрогнула и нахмурились от обращения, что присвоил ей маг.

Она дерзко подняла голову и взглянула в его глаза.

Разноцветные глаза, впились в серые глаза, что при свете кажутся голубыми.

– Что это значит, Грин-де-Вальд?! – возмущённо сказала девушка и забыв во что она одета, шагнула вперёд оказавшись в центре комнаты.

Как он смеет похищать её?! Как смеет ТАК обращаться, будто так и должно быть?!

– Я не понимаю о чём ты, прелесть моя. – мужчина сделал недоуменное лицо, но тень от улыбки дала знать, что он прекрасно понимал о чём она.

– О, ты прекрасно знаешь, о чём идёт речь! – недовольно сказала девушка, но отступила назад, когда тот уверенно шагнул к ней, но продолжала – Похищаешь аврора Магического Конгресса, приходишь к нему, как не в чём небывало, и разговариваешь так, будто любишь! - девушка отступала назад, пока мужчина копировал её действия, наступая вперёд.

– О, дорогая... Ты, права. Увидив тебя тогда, при моём задержании, я не мог оторвать от тебя взгляд, а мысли возвращались к тебе, не давая спать. – девушка была прижата к стене и уже не выглядела так уверенно, как прежде, что не скажешь о мужчине, что хищно рассматривал её прекрасное лицо и как хищник приближался к ней, но остановился в метре от неё – Всё это время, я искал способ заманить тебя в ловушку и наконец забрать тебя себе. ��делать тебя своим сторонником и возлюбленной. Наконец показать тебе, на СКОЛЬКО ты важна для меня и желанна. – последние слова мужчина с придыханием пропел, от чего девушка нервно сглотнула.

– Не веди себя так! Ты, думаешь, что такими речами, я поверю тому, кто всё время обманывает �� манипулирует людьми? – спросила девушка и продолжала – Твоя слава идёт впереди тебя!

В глазах мужчины вспыхнул огонь. Только не гнева. Нет. Совсем другого, что было не изведанно никем. Что заставило девушку замолчать и завороженно смотреть в его глаза.

– Кому угодно... – шёпотом сказал мужчина, но девушка прекрасно слышала – Кому угодно я вру и манипулирую, но не той, что смогла завладеть моей душой, и сердцем. Не той о которой я думаю днями и ночами, мечтая завести свою семью и править вместе с ней.

От этого признания, у девушки перехватило дыхание.

Нет...

Нет!

Он не могу. Он манипулирует. Девушка не верила не единому слову, продолжая не замечать тот страстный и желанный взгляд, что теперь скользил по телу девушки.

– Я очень надеюсь, что тебе понравилась комната, которую я приготовил для тебя. – прибывая в шоке, девушка неосознанно кивнула головой, от чего мужчина довольно ухмыльнулся – Я не собираюсь тебя держать в заперти, ведь знаю, на сколько ты свободолюбивая птичка. Ты, можешь ходить по моему замку, по его территории, но запомни... – мужчина сделал маленький шаг, но его хватило, чтобы наклониться к девушку, что затаила дыхание – Ты, не сможешь уйти от сюда, ведь на замок наложен барьер. Еда, одежда, всё что тебе нужно для твоего удобства, будут предоставлены тебе, сию же минуту. Ты, не в чём не будешь нуждаться.

– М... Моя палочка... - дрожащим голосом, спросила девушка, чувствуя холодное дыхание на чувствительной шеи.

– Она тебе не понадобится, пока ты не докажешь свою преданность мне. – довольно сказал Геллерт и приблизившись ещё ближе, коснулся кончиком носа, напряжённой шеи девушки, чуть проведя по ней и вдыхая сладкий и столь желанный запах.

Девушка стояла в шоке и не могла поговорить не слова.

Довольно улыбнувшись, мужчина медленно отстранился и посмотрев в глаза, а после на чуть приоткрытые пухлые губы, которые так и манили поцеловать, он отстранился.

– Тебе лучше отдохнуть, любовь. – и развернувшись на большой подошве, вышел из новой "темницы" девушка, оставляя её в недоумении.

[cicutagreninja]

The Mysterious Stranger

This is a collaboration Megaman Classic fic between me and @skywing206 !!! (They made a bit of art and I got inspired XD) I’m hoping to upload the chapters as I write them :D

The Mysterious Stranger - Prologue

The case had started on April 12th, 20XX. Precisely at 2:39pm. It had been a quiet day, a strange loss of activity whatsoever. It had made for a good time to go to the library. I was sitting at my desk, leafing through ‘The Occult and the Unnatural’ thoughtfully.

There was a sort of warm, almost drowsiness in the room. The sun was leaking through the closed blinds, showing the dust particles floating serenely through the air. Some sort of slow rock song was quietly playing on the radio.

My older brother, Blues, was in the corner of the room, tinkering on some gadget or another, whistling the tune he always did. It was kind of his calling card. His cat Tango was curled in his lap, purring.

He was sitting in the soft chair with his legs propped on the a pile of books. There were stacks of books everywhere in the office, it didn’t help that I had brought home many more.

My dog, Rush, was asleep upon the small carpet by the door. Rush had been a present from my father for my 18th birthday. Well, as much as a birthday as a robot could have.

My father worked for the government as a industrial robotics inventor. My twin brother, Rock, was his assistant. I hadn’t seen them in a while. I never felt like going into the inventor business. This is where I belonged.

Anyways, back to the case. I was beginning to become drowsy. My eyelids fluttered. 'The Occult and The Unnatural' blurred in front of my eyes.

There was a sudden and very loud rapping on the door window. I was whipped out of my stupor by the noise, nearly falling off my chair. Rush jumped up and started barking furiously.

Blues, though, was up in a flash (Tango was thrown to the floor with a yipe). He opened the door, the lock clicking as it opened. Someone fell in through the frame, stumbling and barely catching himself.

“Ah- I’m so sorry-“ he got up, and shook himself off nervously. He was an odd kid, he looked barely 16. He had amber skin with reddish freckles, along with green eyes. He had a very large orange and white helmet that almost covered his face when he looked down.

He had a chest plate like armor piece- an orange that matched his helmet set with a green gem and patterned with reflective patches. He was obviously an industrial robot.

There was a brown leather bag slung over his shoulder. “I- I- uh-“ the boy stumbled over his own feet again.

“Whoa, kid, calm down!” I moved over and put my hands on his shoulders. He fixed me with a stressed stare, which lasted maybe a third of a second, until he shrugged my hands off quickly.

“Get offa me.” He huffed. “I..uhm…have a…case for you…?”

“Alright.” Blues said suddenly, stepping out of the shadows and making the boy jump. “What’s the job? Make it fast.” The boy gave Blues an uncomfortable look, then started rummaging through his bag.

“It’s my brothers- they’re…going missing.”

He laid fours pictures on my desk. The first was a small robot, red and yellow, almost shaped like a lighter. The second was a very large robot, blue, a huge turbine set into his chest. The next, also blue, an imposing figure, a shiny golden dome on his head.

The last, a green and blue bot, had a mask over his mouth and nose, and goggles. The boy shuffled his feet. He looked almost hysterical. I glanced at Blues, who glanced back, but only briefly.

“Okay, kid- what’s your name?” I questioned, grabbing a notebook and pen that was on my desk. “And can you give me the details of their disappearances?” Blues led the boy to the soft chair, where he sat, and seemed to calm down.

“W-well- everybody calls me Crash. Kinda been my nickname since I-I work in demolitions.” He paused. “My brothers have been going missing for uh- two weeks? They just keep going…” he motioned his last word with his hands. “Poof.” He tucked his legs to his chest. "I'm-I'm afraid for my other brothers…and myself."

The questioning stretched on for a while, the sun had sunk low beneath the horizon by the time they had finished. Crash had left, as he had lost a whole afternoon's worth of work. I stared at the notebook covered with hastily scrawled notes and the pictures of the missing bots.

My brain was fuzzy with fatigue, yet whirring in thought, both figuratively and literally!

“So, Roll. What’re we gonna do first?” Blues asked me, and I snapped out of my thoughts, lifting my head from the desk.

“Mmm…I have a bud down at the police station, we could go ask him about the missing bots.” I suggested. Blues paused.

“Is he cool?” Hm. Blues always asked that question. (He has serious trust issues.)

“Depends, he was built by Dad.” I said truthfully. Blues let out a tiny, breathy hiss to himself, looking away. I sighed. “I bet if you went down to the lab, and said-“

“It’s fine, let’s go to the police department.” Blues interjected, ducking down and grabbing Tango, whom he then held in his arms.

“Alright…” I said, getting up from my chair. Blues opened the door, and the cool night air prickled my olfactory sensors. It felt nice. It was the smell of things starting. Another case open. This would be a good one.

[rhythmicgymnasticsnews]

Qualifications Live Blog Part 1

(I’ll be editing this post throughout the day!)

Rotation 1

Aaaand we open with Evita Griskenas with hoop! She failed to go through the hoop for one of the risks. Some rhythm breaks and a small hop during one of the balances, but strong start otherwise! - 30.500 (tighter scoring than the rest of the season)

Praewa Philaphandeth (ball)- Some lack of amplitude during the jetes. Multiple two handed risks, she missed some rotations during her second risk and improvised a bit. No major mistakes for her, fortunately! Good start for her and she can call herself an Olympian now! - 21.600

Vera Tugolukova (hoop) - first hesitation during the first risk, she had to adjust the hoop. Small fumble, she got her foot caught in the hoop. What a save! Big deviation in the end but she dragged herself ob the carpet to catch it! Multiple execution mistakes overall for her, she was definitely nervous! - 31.150

Takhmina Ikromova (ball) - one of the gymnasts “in the bubble”. Form break during the penche pivot, but she managed to stay up. Strong start for her, very dynamic overall, no major mistakes. - 32.350

Aliaa Saleh (hoop)- a very expressive gymnast! Multiple small mistakes, she had quite a lot of fumbles. Some lack of amplitude during the jetes. Managed to save the last risk which had somewhat of a deviated trajectory. - 28.700

Boryana Kaleyn (ball) - new leo for her! Very careful during the first set of rolls. Small hop during the fouettes. No hesitation at all during the out of sight catches! I think she had one AD left in the end, but she ran out of time. -34.600

Stiliana Nikolova (hoop) - new leo for Stili as well! Wonderful penche pivot in the beginning! She opted not to do the AD where she rebounces the hoop on her chest. DROP! WHAT A SILLY MISTAKE! Form break during the plank balance, hip too forward. She started the routine strongly, but lost concentration towards the end… - 33.900

Alexandra Kiroi-Bogatyreva (ball) - deviated first risk and she has to grab the ball with both hands. Second risk deviated as well, but she manages to save it with one hand. Form break during the penche balance. And she saves the last roll just barely! Finishes a bit after the music. - 28.550

Fanni Pigniczki (hoop) - small execution mistakes for Fanni in the beginning, she kept the apparatus too close to the body. Missed first risk! She threw the hoop too far and made a run for it. Messy form as well. So sad for her, hoop is by far her best apparatus! - 32.650

Zohra Aghamirova (ball) - I swear it’s the first time I see Zohra smiling this season! Loss of shape during the side plank balance. Deviated risk but managed to catch the ball without hands. Multiple small execution mistakes for her, but nothing really major. - 30.200

Sofia Raffaeli (hoop) - red lipstick for Sofi, she’s here to kill it! A two handed catch of a risk. Small fumble after her signature risk. Good body difficulty. I think she opted for a lower apparatus difficulty today. Calm and content routine overall! - 35.700

Darja Varfolomeev (ball) - form break during penche pivot, her torso kept going up and down. Clean routine for her, but definitely more reserved in her dance steps, less amplitude in body moves during choreography. - 36.450

Elzhana Taniyeva (hoop) - big deviated risk in the beginning, but she managed to grab it! Some travelling during the fouettes. Rhythm break - she had to wait for the hoop after a big throw. Another deviated risk in the end but saves it! - 30.750

Alba Bautista (ball) - HUGE mistake for Alba… Ball slips and she launches it forward with her foot, has to make a run to prevent an OOB. Ugh, she started so well… - 28.100 and this might’ve cost her the top 10…

Taisiia Onofriichuk (hoop) - HUGE routine for Taisiia! The head she’s got! Wonderful interpretation of the music! A deviated throw in the beginning and had to run for it after the BD under it and had another two-handed catch of one risk, but overall a clean routine! - 34.250

Zilu Wang (ball) - what a delight Zilu is! Some fumbles and had two really close calls where she almost dropped during a roll. Some catches with two hands and travelled a bit during the fouettes. - 32.000

Annaliese Dragan (hoop) - deviated risk without hands, but saved it. Big step out of the cambre pivot. OH BIG DROP AND GOES OOB TO RETRIEVE THE HOOP. Falls in the process of retrieving the apparatus and hurried back to the carpet to finish… Too bad, she started so well… - 27.200

Daria Atamanov (ball) - another gymnast “in the bubble”. Lack of amplitude during the dynamic balance and the side plank balance that followed. A weird mistake to make, unless she battling an injury… Small fumble and she almost drops. Kept the apparatus a bit closer to her body than she usually does and the amplitude wasn’t as good as usual, she definitely was nervous. - 32.700

Helene Karbanov (hoop) - starts the routine well, but unfortunately continues with a big fumble and almost launches her hoop out of bounds. She manages without a drop, fortunately! Some form breaks during BDs. - 30.500

Ekaterina Vedeneeva (ball) - strong BD work from her. She caught almost all of her risks with two hands, she’s decided to play it safe here. Strong start for her overall! - 32.600

Polina Berezina (hoop) - strong start of the routine, clean BD work. She’s a bit behind the music I believe, didn’t hit some of the accents she shouldn’ve hit. DROP AND HOOP GOES OOB! Has to go for the replacement! Such a shame, she was doing incredibly well… - 29.700

Barbara Domingos (ball) - two hands to catch the risk and another one where she had to drag a bit to get it, but good strong work from her! Wonderful interpretation of the music and some interesting ADs as well! - 33.100

Margarita Kolosov (hoop) - strong first routine from Marga! Had some small mistakes and the first risk was big and had to hurry a bit with the elements under it, but got it safely! - 34.550

Milena Baldassarri (ball) - good start for Milena as well! Some bumpy rolls and she had put two hands on the ball during the last risk. Strong music interpretation! - 32.750

Rotation 2

Evita Griskenas (ball) - missed the first few seconds of her routine. No major mistakes for her, some rhythm breaks here and there. Two hands on the ball to save one of the risks. - 31.200

Praewa Philaphandeth (hoop) - Drops the first risk, retrieves the hoop immediately. Multiple mistakes, not as clean as her first routine. - 21.600

Vera Tugolukova (ball) - drops the ball right in the beginning, such a silly mistake… Some bent knees during fouettes. Almost falls out of the illusion turn, but she fought through. Break of rhythm in the end when she had to wait for the ball. - 31.200

Takhmina Ikromova (hoop) - strong start of the routine, very focused work. Follows the music well. Good body difficulty. MISTAKE NO! FUMBLES THE HOOP AND DROPS. Balance drops as well from the difficulty value… Such a pity, she was almost done with the routine. - 31.700

Aliaa Saleh (ball) - lack of amplitude of the penche balance. Didn’t finish one full rotation of the penche pivot in combination. Misses the roll and drops. Couple steps to retrieve the apparatus. Finishes a bit after the music. - 28.150

Boryana Kaleyn (hoop) - better pivots this time! A bit of a fumble during the last risk, but manages to save it. Finishes a bit after the music. Strong routine for Boryana! - 35.350

Stiliana Nikolova (ball) - only two rotations under the second to last risk and decided not to do the rethrow, misses difficulty points there. Big step out of the side pivot. Better than hoop, but still lower than what she can achieve. - 34.700

Alexandra Kiroi-Bogatyreva (hoop) - big step out of the side balance. Small fumbles throughout, the apparatus touches the body. Wonderful finish! Nice catch out of side with the leg! - 30.550

Fanni Pigniczki (ball) - needs 3 clean routines to make the top 10 safely after her hoop. And she does it! No major mistakes for Fanni! - 32.600

Zohra Aghamirova (hoop) - not the highest diffusion, but she did a good job! - 32.500

Sofia Raffaeli (ball) - wonderful penche pivot to start. Oops small fumble, but holds on. Misses the penche balances, she didn’t hold the position long enough. Back leg smacks the carpet after the jump. A bit after the music… - 34.450

Darja Varfolomeev (hoop) - DROP AND HOOP GOES OOB! Goes for the replacement! Rhytm break, has to wait for the music to start the dance steps. -32.500

Elzhana Taniyeva (ball) - superb combined pivot to start the routine! DROP! She just barely gets to it before it goes OOB. Finishes after the music. -32.000

Alba Bautista (hoop) - small fumble while catching the first risk. BIG DROP AND SHE MAKES A RUN FOR IT! I don’t think it went OOB but the angle wasn’t good. I feel so bad for her, she was a lock for the final had she done four clean routines. - 31.100

Taisiia Onofriichuk (ball) - biiig risk and she has to hurry to get it (almost a miss)! No clear dance steps sequence. Clean routine for Taisiia, what a wonderful first Olympics for her! - 35.250

Zilu Wang (hoop) - good routine for her overall, without major mistakes. Some BD trouble, however, some were not as clean and clear as they should’ve. - 34.200

Annaliese Dragan (ball) - much stronger than hoop! No major mistakes for her! - 30.550

Daria Atamanov (hoop) - cleaner, but still had some BD trouble. - 33.250

Helene Karbanov (ball) - good routine for her! Had some execution mistakes and she did grab the ball quite a bit, but definitely better than hoop! - 32.350

Ekaterina Vedeneeva (hoop) - clean work from Katya! A bit of hopping during fouettes, but wonderful attitude pivot to start! - 34.150

Polina Berezina (ball) - no major mistakes for Poli, but she did lose some AD points. The rolls weren’t as clean as they should’ve been and she had to wait a bit under some risks to catch the apparatus. - 32.750

Barbara Domingos (hoop) - what a day for Barbi!! Hesitated a bit under one of the risks, but she got it the end! Very expressive! Strong routine! - 34.750

Margarita Kolosov (ball) - calm and clean overall! Happy to see Marga do a good job! - 33.000

Milena Baldassarri (hoop) - two hands to catch the final risk, which a bit deviated and had to hurry to cover the distance. Clean routine for Milena overall! - 33.300

[demonicintegrity]

I know these aren't the prettiest pictures or best handwriting I've had, so forgive me for just trying to get these uploaded. Each page will be transcribed under the read more.

I went to a protest yesterday, and I've drawn at one of these protests before, but because this one was longer and bigger I went through the effort of making a booklet to take notes and draw more scenes.

The biggest thing for me is that there's so much pain at the loss of life. At the horrific events currently unfolding now and in the past that has caused this. Nothing will get better if we don't have a ceasefire first. Most importantly, for us across the world not actively in this, it's important we divest our money away from bombs and war and into our own communities and peaceful resolutions. We have responsibilities here too.

IMPORTANT NOTE: There are certain signs and quotes here that I have way more thoughts on that aren't elaborated here. Please do not take anything I'm writing down that isn't my own words as the be-all-end-all of my thoughts and opinions. There is nuance here and be civil. Also, quotes are likely missing some context in the whole speech.

Transcription under cut, it's a lot but I would at least like y'all to skim it and read my next day thoughts:

Image 1/Cover: A sticker with crayon lines echoing it in red, green, and black. The text on the sticker reads "FREE PALESTINE. SAT MAY 11th 2024 JOHNSON SQUARE Savannah, GA. From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free! Ceasefire now!"

Image 2/Page one: Start of bullet point notes marked with an X, with additional notes around it. Top right has two circles within it being "I'm not apart of the official organizers" and "@sav4palestine on Insta" Notes are as follows,

My arrival around ~ 11:30am -Set up still happening, just gathering -Missing kid poster on benches, not protest related & not to be messed with

11:50am -Art is unloaded w/ water jugs (drums?) -More people gathered -Speaker set up -WJCL 22 ABC arrived -Haven't noticed any police, ->They were here early last protest w/ the chalk art

Baby post is from an Israeli supporter. It's of a baby kidnapped on Oct 17th by Hamas. He has an Israel flag -Sympathies of course, Oct 7 was tragic for many, but that's not an excuse for the ongoing genocide -Carpet bombing won't bring hostages. Nor will mass graves or concentration camps -A ceasefire will benefit all innocents and hostages (written on side of page) It had a QR code I didn't scan. I'm not trusting any QR codes @ protests -> He's sticking around w/ an Israel flag he's the only one I think

12:04pm -Cops allegedly around the square -I see them now (have been here since the beginning)

12:09pm -Music starts -More news arrives

Image 3/Page two: More bullet points with a rough sketch. Written is as follows,

12:16pm Someone in a royal bike taxi shirt is harrassing protesters bc "Palestine shouldn't have put Hamas in power." -Hamas doesn't define Palestinians just like the Israeli gov doesn't define them. There are Israeli against [Netanyahu] [was misspelled in picture]

Very loose sketch of the protest in Johnson Square from the side. There are multiple people set up and speaking on a stone to the right and a large crowd surrounds them from the left

12:20pm Counter protest truck pulls up -Keeping an eye on it -Crowd is huge -Has an American flag w/him ([new] counter protestor does) -Truck parked behind the news, partially in Traffic -playing their own music?

12:26pm 2 (3?) counter protesters to a huge crowd for Palestine -Speeches starting

Image 4/Page three: Transcriptions of signs read, quotes from speakers, and notes. As follows,

Sign: You will not antisemite me into compliciting with genocide

Sign: It is a priviledge to be able to ignore something that others are dying from

Sign: Your silence will be studied by your children

12:32pm counter protesters trying to cover up speech w/ music

(Quote) "This is not a single university left in Gaza."

USA chants from counter protesters drowned out by free Palestine chat -lol, lmao even

Calvary on standby -I see two police on horses

USA chants @ free speech on other campuses being repressed -shame

Sign: when you need to have hundred of protests just to tell the world that bombing children is not okay, you know humanity (we) failed

Image 5/Page four: More transcriptions as follows

(quote) "The students have never been on the wrong side of history."

Sign: Queers for Palestine

Sign: Hands off Rafah!

Sign: Remembrance is resistance

12:50pm new speaker up -counter protesters packing up?

(quote) "The media put it out, and America ate it up."

12:52pm counter protesters gone

Sign: Man fuck western news follow (insta @'s) [I could not make them out very well]

12:56pm starting march, -No stopping until Reynolds Sqaure -Prob gonna have more counter protesters -will recap after walk

Wrap up: March went well, short, only motorcycles tried to rev and cover up. No other counter protesting -New chanting -1:09pm

Sign: We did it, Joe we funded Genocide! Ceasefire now

Image 6/Page five: More transcriptions as follows,

1:13pm taking this march to city hall

1:18pm reaching new meet up -some revving & flipping off, but peaceful & went well

Sign: Injustice anywhere is injustice everywhere

1:23pm new speaker up -Member of the Jewish trans community -Addressing antisemitism claims

Sign: Gulfstream $$$ is blood $$$

United states of Israhell, cut this shit out. You were killing Palestine long before Hamas was created. 75 years under your occupation created Hamas

1:30pm Demanding ceasefire from mayor -He denied early into this -Heard "Fuck You" from hecklers

Sign: Queer Arabs for Free Palestine

Sign: 40,000 people dead is not self-defense

Sign: Congratulations 2024 Palestine graduates

(quote) "This greed has dominated this land for 500 years."

Image 7/Page six: More transcriptions as follows

(quote) "I will not appeal to the morals of the greedy ruling class, they have none."

1:42pm cops hanging out around

Sign: It's not war, it's genocide

1:47pm Closing remarks & chants Organized by @ sav4palestine

Very loose sketch of the protest in front of the city hall. Protesters are on a bench holding a banner as the crowd surrounds in front and behind them.

Image 8/Page seven: Next day thoughts as follows Gone through and corrected any legibility/spelling stuff, but didn't touch the drawings at all. Highlighted quotes from the speeches that stuck out to me. I don't know why I started doing this. I just wanted to be involved. I know the importance of primary sources, I know the importance of being present and aware. Being there was inspiring, even when certain moments and events would strike a chord of wrong within me. Nothing is perfect, but progress and peace is worth the missteps and accidents. We mean well, and that is important. I am not free from my missteps and ignorance either, and as I take notes and continue to dig and learn, I will continue to do better. We all are important in this battle. The conflict is older than us, created by systems intending to divide and self serve. We all have a part to play, from the Palestinian journalists and red cross martyred in their line work, to the protests in Israel criticizing their far-right government and calling for Netanyahu's (resignation) to us worldwide demanding divestment and acknowledgement to our self-serving histories that created this mess. True progress starts with a ceasefire, so no more lives are lost. From there we can work on peaceful resolutions. This conflict has upset me from the beginning. I can only hope a happy resolution is soon and try to work towards that.

-End of transcript-

[peppermintbuttlemon]

It’s valid to feel let down that you spent time and money on someone who excuses such behavior.

Doja Cat has so many controversies to her name it’s ridiculous. She hosted a party with P Diddy, she wore a Sam Hyde tshirt, then when called out just cropped it slightly and reuploaded it, when women came forward with allegations about her ex, she attacked them, she attacked her own fans, she bullies people online, she engaged in race play and stripped for incels. It’s very clear which side of the political scale she is on.

I don’t want to hear the excuse that she is a ‘troll’ because that’s invalid. It always starts with the excuse of ‘trolling’. Is Nick Fuentes just a troll? Where do we draw the line? 

Joe posting about Kamala was purely his teams side of trying to keep him popular amongst his fans, when his actions of excusing such behavior by being in the company of Doja say otherwise. The company you keep is a huge reflection on you as a person. He didn’t even post about elections in his own country. He is obviously right wing leaning and doesn’t have progressive views about sexual assault, women or racism or is indifferent to it, I’m not sure whats worse. 

The man portrayed to us 2 years ago is a very different man before us today. He shows constant distaste for Eddie and Stranger Things, he cancels cons last minute only to be photographed wandering the streets of London, he talks about liking his privacy but engaged in staged paparazzi photos both on his own and with Doja. He’s rude to his fans, but they still show up at cons to spend money on him which is weird to me. If he dislikes his stranger things fans, how will he cope with Marvel fans? 

It feels like we’ve been duped into supporting someone who I would never have spent time, effort or money on having known his views. You cannot date someone and not agree with them politically and morally - that isn’t opinion, it’s a fact. 

He said she’s really funny, is it funny when she attacks women? Spoke about fucking a school shooter? Made homophobic or racist remarks? Stripped for incels? Attacked her own fanbase? I’m trying to find where the funny is here. 

He spoke about taking Olivia Colemans advice, not losing himself and setting down good roots but his actions show the complete opposite. He came across as grounded and someone more interested in the craft than the celebrity which he’s now shown is a lie. 

We’re now going to be subjected to constant paparazzi photos, whereas actors like Josh O Connor manage to actually maintain their private life because he genuinely wants too. Everything to do with his name is now linked to Doja. Even gladiator is now linked back to her. It’s crazy. This will stay with him forever, his own premiere being overshadowed is madness. 

It’s valid to feel let down by someone, I don’t care that he’s dating, I really don’t. If it had been someone like Lupita who is amazing and does so much work for organizations and causes I would’ve been so happy for him. It’s more the true colors showing that is upsetting. 

The amount of people that have left his fandom is an indicator given such low engagement and discussions about his red carpet presence, and his loss of millions on social media.

Oh and he 100% is the Joe Quinn that signed that letter demanding release of hostages. He took part in the fundraiser to save face because Luna asked him. Don’t be so naive.

please use his tag for this.

That was so very long bro 🥹

#josephquinn

[definitelynotsipandshare]

It’s valid to feel let down that you spent time and money on someone who excuses such behavior.

Doja Cat has so many controversies to her name it’s ridiculous. She hosted a party with P Diddy, she wore a Sam Hyde tshirt, then when called out just cropped it slightly and reuploaded it, when women came forward with allegations about her ex, she attacked them, she attacked her own fans, she bullies people online, she engaged in race play and stripped for incels. It’s very clear which side of the political scale she is on.

I don’t want to hear the excuse that she is a ‘troll’ because that’s invalid. It always starts with the excuse of ‘trolling’. Is Nick Fuentes just a troll? Where do we draw the line? 

Joe posting about Kamala was purely his teams side of trying to keep him popular amongst his fans, when his actions of excusing such behavior by being in the company of Doja say otherwise. The company you keep is a huge reflection on you as a person. He didn’t even post about elections in his own country. He is obviously right wing leaning and doesn’t have progressive views about sexual assault, women or racism or is indifferent to it, I’m not sure whats worse. 

The man portrayed to us 2 years ago is a very different man before us today. He shows constant distaste for Eddie and Stranger Things, he cancels cons last minute only to be photographed wandering the streets of London, he talks about liking his privacy but engaged in staged paparazzi photos both on his own and with Doja. He’s rude to his fans, but they still show up at cons to spend money on him which is weird to me. If he dislikes his stranger things fans, how will he cope with Marvel fans? 

It feels like we’ve been duped into supporting someone who I would never have spent time, effort or money on having known his views. You cannot date someone and not agree with them politically and morally - that isn’t opinion, it’s a fact. 

He said she’s really funny, is it funny when she attacks women? Spoke about fucking a school shooter? Made homophobic or racist remarks? Stripped for incels? Attacked her own fanbase? I’m trying to find where the funny is here. 

He spoke about taking Olivia Colemans advice, not losing himself and setting down good roots but his actions show the complete opposite. He came across as grounded and someone more interested in the craft than the celebrity which he’s now shown is a lie. 

We’re now going to be subjected to constant paparazzi photos, whereas actors like Josh O Connor manage to actually maintain their private life because he genuinely wants too. Everything to do with his name is now linked to Doja. Even gladiator is now linked back to her. It’s crazy. This will stay with him forever, his own premiere being overshadowed is madness. 

It’s valid to feel let down by someone, I don’t care that he’s dating, I really don’t. If it had been someone like Lupita who is amazing and does so much work for organizations and causes I would’ve been so happy for him. It’s more the true colors showing that is upsetting. 

The amount of people that have left his fandom is an indicator given such low engagement and discussions about his red carpet presence, and his loss of millions on social media.

Oh and he 100% is the Joe Quinn that signed that letter demanding release of hostages. He took part in the fundraiser to save face because Luna asked him. Don’t be so naive.

is this a draft that you send all the blogs or did you write all of it with the stream of consciousness?

[ssnowiejo]

It’s valid to feel let down that you spent time and money on someone who excuses such behavior.

Doja Cat has so many controversies to her name it’s ridiculous. She hosted a party with P Diddy, she wore a Sam Hyde tshirt, then when called out just cropped it slightly and reuploaded it, when women came forward with allegations about her ex, she attacked them, she attacked her own fans, she bullies people online, she engaged in race play and stripped for incels. It’s very clear which side of the political scale she is on.

I don’t want to hear the excuse that she is a ‘troll’ because that’s invalid. It always starts with the excuse of ‘trolling’. Is Nick Fuentes just a troll? Where do we draw the line? 

Joe posting about Kamala was purely his teams side of trying to keep him popular amongst his fans, when his actions of excusing such behavior by being in the company of Doja say otherwise. The company you keep is a huge reflection on you as a person. He didn’t even post about elections in his own country. He is obviously right wing leaning and doesn’t have progressive views about sexual assault, women or racism or is indifferent to it, I’m not sure whats worse. 

The man portrayed to us 2 years ago is a very different man before us today. He shows constant distaste for Eddie and Stranger Things, he cancels cons last minute only to be photographed wandering the streets of London, he talks about liking his privacy but engaged in staged paparazzi photos both on his own and with Doja. He’s rude to his fans, but they still show up at cons to spend money on him which is weird to me. If he dislikes his stranger things fans, how will he cope with Marvel fans? 

It feels like we’ve been duped into supporting someone who I would never have spent time, effort or money on having known his views. You cannot date someone and not agree with them politically and morally - that isn’t opinion, it’s a fact. 

He said she’s really funny, is it funny when she attacks women? Spoke about fucking a school shooter? Made homophobic or racist remarks? Stripped for incels? Attacked her own fanbase? I’m trying to find where the funny is here. 

He spoke about taking Olivia Colemans advice, not losing himself and setting down good roots but his actions show the complete opposite. He came across as grounded and someone more interested in the craft than the celebrity which he’s now shown is a lie. 

We’re now going to be subjected to constant paparazzi photos, whereas actors like Josh O Connor manage to actually maintain their private life because he genuinely wants too. Everything to do with his name is now linked to Doja. Even gladiator is now linked back to her. It’s crazy. This will stay with him forever, his own premiere being overshadowed is madness. 

It’s valid to feel let down by someone, I don’t care that he’s dating, I really don’t. If it had been someone like Lupita who is amazing and does so much work for organizations and causes I would’ve been so happy for him. It’s more the true colors showing that is upsetting. 

The amount of people that have left his fandom is an indicator given such low engagement and discussions about his red carpet presence, and his loss of millions on social media.

Oh and he 100% is the Joe Quinn that signed that letter demanding release of hostages. He took part in the fundraiser to save face because Luna asked him. Don’t be so naive.

And I oop… ^

[ghostinthewires]

hello friends I return with some writing (finally). @iamthecomet posted some delightful murderous ghouls and it motivated me to finally finish this piece i've had sitting in my WIPs since February. for the love of god read the tags. it is horrible, and gory, and full of violence and death. you have been warned. thanks beloved @kroas-adtam for beta-reading this for me xx

What Lurks in the Shadows

What do you think lurks in the shadows of the abbey at night?

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Blood and Gore, Violence, Death, Monstrous Ghouls, Body Horror, Horror, Eye Trauma, Loss of Limbs, Assassination Attempt(s), if you're squeamish maybe don't read this.

A coppery smell tinged the air, and the ghoul standing in the middle of the chaos grinned.

Blood was splattered all over the wall, dark red liquid dripping down and over the skirting board. He was surprised it had gone that far if he was honest; but arterial spray was always impressive. It was spread in a huge pool around his feet too. The carpet squelched as he moved, blood rising up through the fibres as he put his foot down and pushed. It welled around the pressure. Oh, the maintenance ghouls were going to be so mad with him.

Read the rest on AO3

[totaldramacruisecontrol]

Last Time On Total Drama Cruise Control: Crashing the Red Carpet!

CHALLENGE 4: - LOS ANGELES, CA “Well. Welcome to Los Angeles, I would give you a lengthy introduction about your challenge, but unfortunately, we have an…event to premiere in. Soooo, the red carpet is tonight. And I sent plenty of requests to show up because- duh. Is it a Red Carpet without me? They must have not read my emails because I never got my V.I.P invitation. I did get invited by the way. First one on the carpet actually, but it's not VIP so to me they didn't invite me. The nerve...anyways. We're paying a little visit. "

PART 1: DRESS-UP! "I don't have time for you all to fight over who's going on the carpet so Raj, Sammy, you're up. Your team is going to be your paparazzi. Get them dressed up ready to hit the carpet asap, then the real challenge begins." Tapirs: Brick is able to conjure an outfit for Raj with a little makeup work from Topher. A beautiful cobalt blue dress! Beavers: The Beavers work together and dig through Julia's luggage to complete their look. Sammy wears a gorgeous red dress with a slit in the side, paired with a golden necklace. The only problem was is they ran out of time, and the only shoes they could get their hands on were...Harold's sneakers. PART 2: THE RED CARPET! Brick loudly scolds team captain Jo during the challenge, causing a huge rift between the two! One of the interviewers asks a question about the "Love Square," which several contestants were unfamiliar with! Alejandro previously told Brick he was hurting people. Brick heard Courtney and Jo had a fist fight and assumed that Jo attacked Courtney in a fight over him, meaning he "hurt people." The tension rises as Brick refuses to work with anyone! He snaps at Jo, the team captain, after she snuck off to grab snacks and alcohol during the challenge. Brick even soured his team's opinion of him after pleading Raj to dodge the Love Square question. The paparazzi blew up over the confrontation, the challenge couldn't even be completed! The current standing scores were tallied...and it was the Beavers who took the loss.

ELIMINATION: It was Chase who was served the Mocktail of Misery and walked the Plank of Shame. Trent apologizes to Alejandro for wanting to kill him! They date for a week before breaking things off. Ripper dropped a barbell on Julia by accident! After almost being killed, Julia chews him out, and he finally falls in true love with her. Sadie, for some reason, assumes Lightning has a crush on Alejandro! (And bullies him!) Which is funny, because Alejandro has been targeting him. The Tapirs sneak a bunch of food from one of the finer establishments on board the ship! (Wayne has to convince a drunk Chris he's simply working there.) Wayne, Raj, Ripper, and Alejandro have a pizza eating contest, Tapirs VS Beavers! Its ends about as well as you think it does. Did Brick ruin the "love square?" Will the Tapirs finally lose a challenge? Why is everyone trying to vote out the Lightning? Find out next time on TOTAL! DRAMA! CRUUUIISE CONTROL!

[xojennyboo]

A/N: Here is something I wrote on Wattpad! Just a small taste! Hope you enjoy it and don’t forget to like, follow, and request!!

It's your first time at the BRIT Awards, and there are many firsts for you. You've never been to London before, never traveled internationally, and never attended an award show. But you're excited to experience it all with your good friend Harry, who's had a great year and is sure to top it off with this event.

Currently, you're sitting in the car on your way to the O2 Arena, feeling incredibly nervous. When you arrive, you hear fans screaming and see paparazzi everywhere. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Harry reaches out and takes your gloved hand, telling you how beautiful you look. He's wearing an all-black velvet suit with a large flower on his neck. You smile silently at him.

"Are you ready?" he asks, and you nod in agreement. The doors open, and you step out into the excitement of the awards show.

He exits the car first and adjusts his suit. Then, he extends his hand towards you so you can get out. You take his hand and step out of the car. He helps you adjust your dress, which is made of black silk instead of velvet. It's strapless, with a "V" neckline. You're wearing laced gloves on your hands which contain floral prints, to match Harry's suit.

Once you are both ready, you wrap your arm around his and you are escorted to the red carpet. You try your best to smile, wave, and not fall in front of the cameras. You  take a few pictures together and then proceed inside the arena to find your seats. Harry's friends are already seated inside. You say hi to them, as you had just seen each other not too long ago. You both sit down and wait for the show to begin.

As the night progressed, you had an amazing time. It could have been the tequila finally hitting us, but Harry's performance and 5 awards won definitely added to the excitement. After the show ended, everyone started leaving, and you took some more photos before being led to your cars. During the ride back to the hotel, you were both quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. Due to your busy day, you were both a bit tired. Once you arrived at the hotel, you took the elevator upstairs to your separate rooms. Although you didn't mind having your own room, deep down, you wished you had shared one. For the past few months, you've had feelings for Harry, but  didn't realize it until he started dating other girls. You've tried to push these feelings aside to maintain your friendship, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. Your heart races, palms become sweaty, and you can't think straight whenever you're around him. "Alright Harry, have a goodnight and congratulations," you say to him before hugging him. This hug feels different than others, a bit more extended. Your rooms are right next to each other, so you look at him one last time, smile, and head into your room. You close the door, lean your back against it, and let out a huge sigh. You place your purse on the kitchen table and are about to take off your shoes when you hear a knock on the front door. "Who can it be?" you mutter before getting up and looking through the peephole. You're surprised to see the man who's been driving you crazy. You open the door to see Harry looking at you without saying anything. "Harry, what's wrong?" you ask, but before you can finish, his lips crash into yours with such force that you step back a bit. You can't believe this is happening!

You break the kiss and look at him in disbelief. He closes the door behind him and faces you. "I can't stop thinking about you Y/N", he says. "What?", you say. "You've been in my head 24/7 and I can't get you out", he says stepping closer to you. You stand there, at a loss for words. He moves closer and closer, until he's right in front of you. He places both of his hands on your face and you can feel the warmth radiating from his palms. Your eyes meet, and for a moment, you have an unspoken conversation. He leans in and kisses you again, this time slower and more deliberate. Your lips move in perfect harmony, and you can feel your heart racing. You reach up and hold his hands on your face, savoring the moment. As you both pull away, you're left breathless. "Me too", you managed to say as you look up to him, a smile now forming on both of your faces. "I haven't stopped thinking about taking off this dress", he says his eyes turning a darker green. Once again you're speechless. You bite your lip and kiss him again. "Then take it off", you say stepping back and walking towards the living room and heading up the stairs, while looking back occasionally at Harry who is standing in the same spot with his mouth opened. You hurry up to your room and breath in and out to let all the nerves out before he gets here. You hear his shoes echo downstairs, going up the stairs, and into your room. Your back faces him and you soon feel his presence extremely close behind you. You felt his breath on your skin as he placed all of your hair to one shoulder, while kissing the other. He reached up to the zipper and slowly dragged it down exposing your back. "You looked absolutely stunning tonight. So sexy. So elegant", he says kissing your neck and shoulder repeatedly. 

You couldn't get a word out not being able to process what's about to happen. The dress dropped down to your ankles, now your bare back fully exposed to Harry. You weren't wearing a bra, considering you didn't need it with the type of dress you were wearing. Harry slowly kissed down your back and soon helped you step out of the dress. You now faced him, exposed with only your panties and heels on. He took a step back and just admired you. "Such a goddess", he said which boosted your confidence. You stepped forward and reach towards his shirt to start unbuttoning it. You held eye contact as you unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time. You took his shirt off, and repeated the same actions he did on your back. You placed small kisses down his chest and stomach, reaching his torso. "I think you're a bit overdressed ", you smirk as you start to unbutton his pants. You pull them down and he steps out of them. He grabs your hand and kisses up your arm. "Do you trust me?", he asks and you nodded. "Words Y/N", he says. "Yes", you say. He kisses you again and leads you to the bed. He lightly pushes you on it, your back hitting the mattress. He grabs your left leg, brings it to his chest, and starts undoing the clasp on your heels. Once he takes one shoe off, he repeats the same thing with the right leg. 

He slowly kisses up your leg and thighs until he reaches your panties. Your breath started to pick up a bit not knowing what to expect. He looks at you and smirks before taking your panties off and throwing them somewhere in the room. "Why look at that, already wet", he says as he spreads your legs so he can get a better view. Again, no words were spoken by you. He gently blows on your pussy making you shiver and moan lightly. He gets comfortable in between your legs, spreading your lips. He licks up your slit and you suddenly feel his mouth sucking on you clit. You gasp at the sensation. "Fuck Harry", you say as your hands reach down to his hair and grips on it. "And she speaks", he says chuckling before continuing his attack on your pussy. You then feel two fingers inserting you which makes you moan louder. He thrusts and curls his fingers inside you making your grip on his hair tighten, causing him to moan. "H-Harry I'm close", you say. Before you can reach your high he stops completely and places small kisses on your clit. 

He kisses up your body and kisses you passionately. You can taste the arousal on his lips making you moan. You wrap your legs around his thigh and attempt to take off his boxers. You don't know where you get the confidence but you see yourself flipping him over, his back to the mattress, and fully taking off his boxers. "Move to the middle of the bed", you tell him and he does so with no question. You slowly crawl in between his legs and take his shaft in your hands. You pump it slowly while looking at him. "I can't wait to have you inside me", you say and before he can respond, you start sucking him off. "Fuuuuckk", he says enjoying your mouth on his dick. You made sure you made this super wet. You moan in satisfaction making his hips move upwards, making you gag. He loved the reaction he got so he sat up a bit, grabbed your hair in his hands, and thrusted upwards making you gag even more. You shut your eyes at the sensation and moaned more. "Fucking hell Y/N, if we don't stop now I'll cum, and I don't want to do that yet." He grabbed you and brought you to him to kiss you again. He flipped you once again, spread your legs, and inserted himself into you. You both moaned in unison. He grabbed your hands and lifted them above your head and starting thrusting into you, making your eyes to roll back in pleasure. "Fuck your pussy feels amazing", he says in your ear, slightly biting it. He kisses your neck leaving bruises here and there. "mmm Harry", you moan out feeling that same feeling from earlier. "Let me ride you baby", you say. He nods and flips you over. You straddle his hips, him sitting down, and you start riding him. This new angle hits your spot every time. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him slightly biting his bottom lip. He wraps his arms around you and places his hands on your ass helping you ride him. 

You place your hand on his chest, pushing him to lay back. You touch your breasts and squeeze them while riding him. The eye contact makes this ten times more intense. "I'm gonna cum soon Harry", you say picking up the pace. "Come here", he says bringing your face closer to him. He grabs your hips and he thrusts his hips upwards. "Cum for me Y/N", he says. You couldn't stop moaning, the sensation making your extremely sensitive as he thrusts into you in such a fast pace. "Fuck fuck fuck, Harry", you moan as you cum on his dick. He cums soon afterwards leaving both of you hot and breathless. You remove yourself from on top of him and lie next to him. "Go on a date with me?", he asks out of nowhere making you laugh. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight. "Is that yes?", he asks. "Make me cum again and it is", you say which causes both of you to laugh. You can't believe you're getting the chance to love this man. You know for sure that you're not going to waste any time.