#top 10 most beautiful women i fear

[thinkwosolife23]

Reputation, Alexia Putellas

Being a Williamson is great. For the most part. You and Leah had gained quite the reputation both on and off the pitch.

On the pitch, Leah had become one of the best centerbacks in the world. Captaining the Lionesses to winning the Euros and then taken them right through to the World Cup Final. And you had become on of the most well-decorated fowards in the world, top scorer for Arsenal and England. And when you were on the pitch together, well that was a duo that was feared by your opposistion. Leah was able to find you wherever you were on the pitch and 9 times out of 10, you would put the ball in the back of the net. The connection you two held on the pitch was unmatched, it became unstoppable.

But off the pitch, the Williamson name wasn't as appreciated. After the two of you had come out of long-term relationships, Leah with Jordan and you with Katie (McCabe). You had started to become known as, 'players.' The routine of going out, meeting someone, sleeping with them and leaving in the morning became all too familiar for the pair of you. The word commitment no longer exsisted in your world outside of football.

Your teamaties had become well aware of the antics you and your sister shared. This happened because you may have, accidently slept with one of your teamates sisters.

But this season, the Williamson sisters were no longer playing for the same club team.

Arsenal Star, Y/N Williamson leaves childhood club for Champions League Winners.

Barcalona break the current Womens record fee to sign Y/N Williamson from Arsenal.

So, here you were. In Barcalona. Today would be your first day in training, also the day where you would be introduced to your new teamates. Obviously, you had played against some of them in the World Cup Final but we won't talk about that.

Kiera had offered to take you to training, with it being your first day. And for the fact that currently, you don't have a car.

But with the journey to training, you also recieved a lecture.

"You can't mess around here, Y/N. You can't be like how you were in England." Kiera told you firmly just as you had stepped into the training centre.

"Best behaviour. I know, Ke" You replied, almost sarcasticly.

"I'm serious!"

You didn't reply, you just smiled at gave her the thumbs up.

Kiera took you straight out onto the field where all the girls were. They were all quick to come over introducing themselves to you.

But then something else took your attention, rather someone did.

She was beautiful, everything about her was just…. uuhh. She was talking to Lucy about something.

You looked back at Keira who was already giving you a firm look as if she knew what you was thinking, then giving you a strong shake of her head, telling you that your thoughts needed to stop.

Meanwhile, Alexia was just as curious. And Lucy seemed to notice it.

"You can't go there, Ale." Lucy told her, Alexia's eyes staying fixed on you.

"What do you mean?" She questioned, almost confused at Lucy's sudden outburst.

"She's got a bit of reputation for messing people around."

"She's english. You play with her, isn't she your friend." Alexia said, as if she was coming to your defense.

"She is a friend and she's an amazing footballer but that doesn't mean she isn't bad news. You need to be careful." Lucy affirmed before walking off, making her way towards Kiera.

This gave you the perfect chance to go an introduce yourself.

You made your way through the team towards her.

"Hola." You said, holding your hand out for her to shake. (Hey.)

"¿Tú hablas español?" She questioned, gently reaching out to shake your hand. (You speak spanish?)

"¿Qué puedo decir? Me propuse impresionar." (What can I say? I set out to impress.)

"Tienes bastante reputación, ¿no?" (You've got quite the reputation, haven't you.)

"Podría decir lo mismo de ti." You told her, your confidence soon starting to show. (I could say the same thing about you.)

"No creas que nuestras reputaciones son similares." Her confidence almost matching yours, almost… (Don't think that our reputations are similar.)

"Bueno, lo siento, no todas podemos ser tan buenas como Miss Balón de Oro. Pero me ofende un poco que mis habilidades futbolísticas no sean lo que más me conoce." (Well I am sorry, we can't all be as good as Miss Ballon D'or. But I am slightly offended that my footballing abillity isn't what i'm best known for.)

"Me han advertido sobre ti, que me mantenga alejado, aparentemente son tus malas noticias." She told you, her hand still held within yours. (I've been warned about you, to stay away, your bad news, apparently.)

"Entonces claramente debes estar inflado por mí, porque no estás escuchando la advertencia, ¿verdad?" You questioned her, whilst lifting your hands up showing her that she hadn't let go. (You must clearly be infactuated by me then, cause your not listening to the warning, are you?)

"Me gusta pensar que puedo opinar sobre las nuevas jugadoras." (I like to think I can make my own opinion of new players.)

"Mujer independiente. Y no pensé que podrías volverte más hermosa." (Independent woman. And I didn't think that you could get anymore beautiul.)

"Y eres demasiado coqueta." (And your too much of a flirt.)

Over the next few weeks, you and Alexia had become really close. Despite what people were telling both of you.

It was different with her though: something drew you towards her, you didn't just want to sleep with her. She made you feel something. Obviously, she was beautiful - no-one could deny that but she was so many other things. She was funny, she was intelligent, she amazed you everytime she stepped onto the pitch. She was perfect.

Nothing had actually happened between the pair of you, nothing more than the casual flirting on a daily basis. You two had formed an incredible connection on the pitch, similar to yours and Leahs. Alexia always managed to find you on the pitch and you knew that she was either next to you or behind you, words didn't need to be spoken for you two to understand each other.

Tonight, the whole of the Barcalona Femeni team were going out to celebrate a 4-0 win in the El Clasico. You managing to score 2 of them goals, also managing to assist Alexia on another one.

Anyways, you had just got to the bar with Mapi and Ingrid. Since your move to Barcalona, you had formed a really good friendship with the couple. Besides your fellow Lionesses, the two had definatly become two of your closest friends.

Some of your teamates had already arrived at the bar, taking seat in one of the booths in the far corner. Despite the night only just starting, the spanish bar was packed with people and sound.

The three of you made your way over to the group, squeezing through the crowds of people. As soon as you got to the group, everyone was up greeting the three of you before going back to there previous conversations.

After about half an hour, you joined Lucy in getting everyone another round of drinks.

"I'm suprised you haven't already found someone to take home." Lucy casually questioned you.

"Are you being serious?" Your voice raising slightly, clearly irritated.

"What? You can't blame me for thinking that. You and Leah practically bedded most of the girls in London."

"You know what Lucy, it's none of your buissness what I get up to in my own life. I'm done with this." You gestured your hands between you and Lucy, towards the conversations before walking off.

You began making your way outside, wanting to give yourself time to calm down. You went and sat on the kerb just in front of the bar but you weren't outside alone for long.

A few minutes passed before you felt someone's prescence beside you, resting their head on your shoulder.

You didn't even have to look to see who it was. So many things told you that it was her: the way she smelt or the fact that your body instantly relaxed as soon as she was near you.

"Y/N?" Alexia's voice was soft, sensing that something had clearly agitated you.

"Lex, estoy tan harto de todo esto que es como si todos estuvieran esperando que lo arruine todo." You told her, the fustration evident in your voice, complety opposing her soft tone. (Lex, i'm so fed up of it all, it's like everyone is waiting for me to mess everything up.)

"Se preocupan por ti. Sólo quieren lo mejor para ti." (They care about you. They just want what'a best for you.)

"Pero si se preocuparan por mí, verían que he cambiado, que estoy tratando de ser mejor." (But if they cared about me, they would see that i've changed, i'm trying to be better.)

There were a couple of minutes of silence between the pair of you, but knowing that Alexia was next to you brought you more re-assurance that any words could ever do.

"¿Puedo hacerte una pregunta?" She was first to break the silence. Her head head coming off your shoulder, for her boy to turn and face you. (Can I ask you a question?)

You eyes never left the view in front of you but you did nodd so that she knew you were listening. You could feel the intensity of her stare without even lookin in her direction, it felt as if she was almost studying your side profile. Her eyes focused solely on you.

"¿Qué te hizo acostarte con todas esas chicas? ¿Por qué estás tan en contra del compromiso?" (What made you sleep with all them girls, why are you so against commitment?)

"Técnicamente son dos preguntas." (That's technically two questions.)

She let out a slight laugh at your almost sarcastic response before looking back at your face to see that there were tears falling from your eyes. Instinctively, her hand reached for yours; interlocking your fingers before giving your hand a light squeeze. Her way of letting you know that she was there for you.

"Cuando estaba con Katie: pensé que me casaría con ella, tendría hijos con ella, pensé que estaríamos para siempre. Ella era mi todo. Pero obviamente no. Cuando ella rompió conmigo: estaba entumecido, no podía sentir. Después de un par de semanas, el equipo me arrastró con ellos a salir por la noche. Terminé emborrachándome mucho y yendo a casa de una chica. Fue la primera vez que realmente sentí algo. El sexo me hizo sentir, se volvió casi adictivo pero en el mal sentido. Salía, me emborrachaba, traía a alguien a casa, dormía con ellos y luego, a la mañana siguiente, se convertían en extraños y yo me iba." (When I was with Katie: I thought I was going to marry her, have kids with her, I thought we were forever. She was my everything. But obviously not. When she broke up with me: I was numb, I couldn't feel. After a couple of weeks, the team dragged me out with them on a night out, I ended up getting really drunk and going to a girl's house, It was the first time that I actually felt something. Sex made me feel, it became almost addictive but in a bad way. I'd go out, get drunk, take someone home, sleep with them and then the next morning they became a stanger and I left.)

"¿Y qué te hizo querer cambiar? ¿Por qué quieres mejorar?" (And what made you want to change, why do you want to get better?)

For the first time, you head turned to look at her. Her hands came up to wipe there tears from under your eyes, before giving you a smile.

"Lo hiciste." (You did.)

Her smile grew slightly and that mad you break out into a small smile. Before you knew it, your were both leaninig in. Her hands still resting on your cheeks as yours reached to each side of her neck. And then, her lips hit yours, giving you a spark you had never felt before, not even with Katie. The both of you pulled away, resting your forehead on hers.

"Es diferente contigo, Lex. Me haces sentir, me haces sentir tantas cosas diferentes. En realidad me asusta, pero quiero intentarlo contigo." (It's different with you, Lex. You make me feel, you make me feel so many different things. It actually scares me, but I want to try with you.)

[fangsforiris]

Hi! Could you do some general crush headcanons for Shu? He's my absolute favourite character and I love how you write him! ❤️❤️❤️

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Shū Sakamaki Crush HC's

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Thank you, Anon. He's also one of my favourites, so this was fun to write!!

Word Count: 1192 Included Topics: General, Physical, & Emotional/Personality.

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General Crush HC's:

💛  Right off the bat, Shū wouldn’t want to believe it.

💛  Let alone accept that he’d ever have a crush. 

💛  He’s not a little boy anymore. He’s grown up, he’s an adult. There’s no reason for him to be feeling this sort of attachment again. 

💛  It’s something he’d chalk up to his mind playing tricks on him again. 

💛  Not to mention, that this was juvenile. Shū isn’t like Ayato or Subaru. He doesn’t have time to be messing around with these types of feelings. 

💛  However, considering he’s the oldest, and has had the most experience with this feeling, he’d know the signs straight away. 

💛  Especially when it's concerning his quick changes. Or anything involving him at all. 

💛  From the way he became more proactive, to caring a bit more in the way he came across to others (or more specifically… you.), and the way he had the urge of being something.

💛  It doesn’t look like it, but when Shū was younger he definitely was more of a ‘fangirl’ crush-haver. But in secret of course. 

💛  He’d be our current day ‘delulu is the solulu’ girls/boys. The ones who’d find it refreshing and fun to be in love. 

💛  Looks are very deceiving with this one when he’s in love. 

💛  He’d over analyze every single interaction, and would hope for the best. 

💛  (His over analyzing mode: on.)

💛  Despite his overly nonchalant demeanor, when he was younger he was much more alive. (It was to the point where you’d assume, even from other vampires, that he was a human.)

💛  But in the current day, it’d be the small things. He was still modest with his crushes, shockingly. 

💛  That’d be the one thing his younger self and current self shared. 

💛  They valued the small things. Attention to detail. 

💛  Like if you remembered the band he liked, but let slip out in conversation, or noticed his change in hair product, along with the way he’d use slight makeup to accentuate his eyes, he’d adore you. 

💛  When people pay attention to the smaller things that seem mundane, the things that make sense to complete a person, just like he tends to do in others, 

💛  (which is the reason why he tends to get the full picture of how people are right in 5-10 minutes tops,) 

💛  it secretly drives him mad. Mad with love if you get what I mean. 

💛  But he’d resent this feeling. He hates it. 

💛  After what happened with Edgar (Yūma)... he hasn’t yet recovered completely. 

💛  If it’s serious, he’ll loathe himself and do anything and everything to get rid of that funny feeling in his chest. 

💛  The one that makes him lose his breath, almost like the way he did when Edgar’s village was set aflame. Not a soul to be found. 

💛  Everything seemingly goes back to Edgar with this one. 

💛  It’s the subconscious fear that anything he ever shows slight interest in, would immediately be ripped away. 

💛  Especially those he cares for. 

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Physical Crush HC's:

💛  Realistically this would last around 2 weeks. Maybe even less. 

💛  Shū’s more of the type of person to admire someone’s looks from afar. Almost like a beautiful painting of sorts. 

💛  He’d get over it quickly. He is constantly surrounded by women and men alike who want his attention and practically throw themselves at him.

💛 So he’d at least by that time, find others who are attractive, even more so than the last. 

💛  The one thing to differentiate from a simple acknowledgement of ‘they’re attractive’ and a settlement of ‘stuck in your head for a bit’ for Shū is the way they carry themselves. Consistently. 

💛  If he were to cross their paths in the halls or in a class frequently, it’d be that one determining factor that would allow him to determine if they’re worthy prey or something to admire. 

💛  It varies, but Shū can appreciate all types of beauty.

💛 The same way he can in music, he knows that everyone follows their own tune.

💛 Each individual is molded to fit their tune, their melody. 

💛  So even if someone isn’t as conventionally attractive, it’s the small gestures or aura they give off.

💛 He can shockingly find even a small thing to like about people, even if he isn’t as favourable to them. 

💛  Part of it is from his training to become heir.

💛 When dealing with so many people, you learn that even if they aren’t the greatest, some do have a hidden asset which makes them valuable in a sense. 

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Emotional/Personality Crush HC’s:

💛  Now this… this would last quite a bit. 

💛  When Shū falls, he falls hard. 

💛  Much to his dismay, it’s one of his biggest weaknesses when falling in love. 

💛  He has double sided feelings, however. 

💛  A) To adore and cherish them, whilst ensuring he devotes himself and treats them right, despite his flaws. It’d go to the point where he’d have motivation to change for the better. 

💛  B) Shut himself in and avoid them at all costs. All in the name of letting these stupid feelings go away, due to his fear of ruining everything just like he did with Edgar. 

💛  He can’t have it on his conscience to be the reason for another innocent life being lost. All due to his stupidity and naivety. 

💛  You bet that he’d overanalyze everything. 

💛  His younger self would make a guest star appearance. 

💛  If it’s really bad, you’d even see him talking to Reiji about it. 

💛  That would be when Shū’d be caught off guard, lowering his walls to let Reiji in and talk about what it was that made him fall deeply in love. 

💛  Queue Reiji’s annoyance. 

💛  At first, he’d wonder if he should ruin another thing. But once he sees Shū’s proactivity and want to change and step up. 

💛  Get this man a stool and clipboard. Because they’ll be here all night, and then some. 

💛  He’d get sick and tired of listening to Shū ramble on, though. 

💛  Like imagine the text messages, snaps, insta dm’s, and talking in person. (Assuming they’d use those social medias.)

💛  Reiji would wonder if this was a good idea. But part of him would be happy to have the old Shū back. Even if it’s because of someone other than him.

💛  (Semi-canon that he also wants Shū’s approval and validation. And once valued what Shū thought/wanted of him. Especially as his elder.)

💛  Reiji would have bittersweet feelings. 

💛  But would be fine with it nonetheless. 

💛  And if Shū had doubts or inclinations of wanting to put up all his walls again, Reiji would (shockingly) play good brother and reassure him that it’d be okay. 

💛  This is assuming that Reiji likes you. Or thinks you’re a good influence on Shū and the family name (mainly Shū but he wouldn’t want to admit that he cared about Shū, or was, to a degree, over-protective of him.)

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[sweetestpopcorn]

How would you rank the top 5 most beautiful women of House Targaryen?

(I imagine it'd be a difficult endeavour 😜)

This actually was quite difficult yes! Because this is House Targaryen who George himself described as being composed of people who are otherworldly beautiful 😭 but luckily for you, Anon, I saw the lists of a friend and a friend of his and their explanations so I think it kind of helped me to decide.

Because this is only beautiful Targaryen women Shiera Seastar will be excluded since she's not strictly speaking a Targaryen. So my list is:

Viserra Targaryen -> described as a "goddess" and said to be the most beautiful of the daughters of Jaehaerys and Alysanne, she had all the dudes chasing after her, so we have a level of objectivity to say this and to say that the vast majority of people agreed she was extremely beautiful. Plus, she had several sisters also said to be beautiful - Daella and Saera - and still Viserra stood out. I will give her spot number one.

Rhaenyra Targaryen "The Realm's Delight" -> described by Daemon Targaryen - The Rogue Prince - as the "fairest maid of the Seven Kingdoms", and he had definitely seen many of them, lets also not forget Rhaenys and Laena also existed. Rhaenyra was also said to be "as beautiful as only one of dragon's blood could be beautiful" with her family's silver-gold hair and purple eyes. Much like Shierra Seastar, she is described as the fairest in Westeros. We also know anything straight enough was chasing after Rhaenyra. Hells, Forrest Frey asked her to marry him on the spot when he saw her. Hells, after six pregnancies men were still pinning for her. This is next level. I did want her to give her number 1, but it goes to Viserra because I know I am biased.

Rhaenys Targaryen - Queen Rhaenys -> the youngest of the Conqueror trio and again hinted to be the most beautiful woman in Westeros of her time. Besides her looks, however, Rhaenys was curious, kind to the smallfolk, smart, loved music and poetry. Aegon spent 10 nights with her for every 1 with Visenya, and Visenya was also a Targaryen. Probably the only reason there weren't more men chasing after her was because of how guarded Aegon kept her XD or because they feared Meraxes.

Daenerys Targaryen - "The Mother of Dragons" -> described again and again as the most beautiful woman on the world by many different characters. In a sense she almost reminds me of Rhaenyra because anything straight enough was wanting to marry her like, sir calm down! This woman is 15 (at the end of Dance)! The only reason I did not place Dany higher was simply because of how thin she's described to be, in a manner that is not very healthy and in fact, we do see she barely eats. But maybe she could or should be higher...

Naerys Targaryen -> I am putting her right after Dany because George said that the two had a certain resemblance to each other. Naerys is also described by George as a delicate otherworldly beauty with large deep-purple eyes. We could make an argument about no man chasing after her, but again Naerys was very religious and covered a lot, so maybe not the thing to get a man's blood pumping XD she was also described as emanciated which makes me frown my noise... but again she's here because of how George describes her and her resemblance to Dany who is indisputably, the most beautiful woman of her time.

Honourable mentions would go to: Daena Targaryen, Rhaena Targaryen (Aenys's daughter), Rhaena Targaryen (Aegon III's daughter) and Saera Targaryen

PS: ASOIAF Rhaenyra Targaryen only

[openbibleopenheart]

What does the Bible say about dressing modestly, and in a God honoring way?

Well well well, if it isn't me, breaking Christian hearts. I've done it a lot (while being pagan, while being atheist, and now being Christian).

My problem, is that SOO many tradwives on here put looking amazing as their top priority, while calling themselves Christian. Girlies, imma be honest with you. You're full of shit.

I recently saw a post on how to dress nice as a housewife, and omg, literally the first line was to wear accessories.

First of all, it literally say in 1Timothy 2:9-10:

"Likewise also that women should adorn themselves in respectable apparel, with modesty and self-control, not with braided hair and gold or pearls or costly attire, but with what is proper for women who profess godliness—with good works."

So, HOW to be modest?

A pretty simple question, yet still hard to answer.

1. Be gentle

2. Help people

3. Fear God

4. Be quite ("quick to listen, slow to speak" James 1:19)

(Most of the rules you need to follow, you can find in James' book!)

"Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God's sight is very precious."

1Peter 3:3-4

Also, a common misconception I see:

"Dressing modestly for you husband"

No!?!!!? You should dress modestly for GOD. If you're not married, you're in a relationship, OR you are married, your husband is not the one you should be dressing modestly for! It's God!

Dressing modestly is a way to honor God. Covering up is a way to show respect to him.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

SO I WANT TO SAY THIS BEFORE I FORGET!!

I noticed how each chapter of Twisted Wonderland's manga series based off each game and their chapter with each Yuu/MC/the reader and viewer is different in a way of what would help contrast the focus of the story.

Examples being Enma Yuuken is strong and obvious extremally masculine there fore "strong" in looks than Riddle who's "strong" in the sense of brains and magic as he literally bulldoze across any set back to be the top of his school to a degree of being Housewarden a mere weeks since joining as a new student vs. this one guy who has no magic and only seemingly became a student regardless of background or magic history and is able to make plenty of friends when he can't think of anyone outside of Trey and Cater and Chenya to call his friend, maybe even doubt if they even see him as his friend.

Then we have Yuuka Hirasaka who is confident, kind, loyal, and brave as shit, proving her point by risking her safety for a animal in the road. Leona, try as he might, wouldn't even give a chance to prove he can do that because everyone already doesn't expect much from him, or at least that's what he said. He's confident for a different reason, also if you remember how things run back in the Sunset Savannah you'd argue Leona feels extra bitter and more in need to try and prove worth more cause he grew up not only looked down on by his magic and potion in the royal line but also is honestly scared of the women around him. He's more confused with Yuuka especially since she doesn't show much fear to him

Next we have Mito Yuuta who I love the most so far due to what may come. Azul is confident and arrant as a show off little shield cause of his own self insecurities especially his image, specially his body and it's weight. He was relentlessly picked on by everyone besides his mother mainly due to his weight which from that level of trauma he's willing to work hard to become the smartest, the strongest, the most respected, and hottest out of spite not cause he generally feels that he wants to, to him he needed to. And it's obviously still stuck on him enough to not take pictures regardless how much money he would make and even making Yuu(soon Mito) to break into something dangerous and steal the only picture of his childhood he was unable to hide in the mind set of destroying it, regardless if he thought it would work or not. Meanwhile Mito Yuuta is a big guy who's okay and proud of his shape and eating habits and kind of like the ones before he him he actually has people who want to his friend vs. the unknown certainty that Jade and Floyd aren't technically his friends, they openly claim him as entertainment and if he got boring they'd leave him.

In other words there may be a chance other chapters would have a similar method with not just the design choice but personality design of future Yuus to contrast against the "flaws" of the chapter's "bad guys or villains"

I want Chapter 4 to be a girl, maybe make her beautiful in some way or have the personality of Jasmine from Aladdin that way the weird vibes of Chapter 4 being super hella romantic and even more ship baiting in any and all forms feel right, not to mention that scene of Jamil hypnotizing us in the kitchen DISNEY GIVE ME THAT AMAZING ART WORK OF JAMIL JUST LOOKING AT THIS GIRL AND MAKE ME AS CONFUSED IN MY SEXUALITY AND FEELINGS AS YOU DID WITH JASMINE AND ALADDIN WHEN I WAS 10 YEARS OLD!!!

I also think having Chapter 5's Yuu whatever gender (maybe male or masculine based cause there's a pattern it seems) but either make them somehow cuter than the ones before even if it's one trait or maybe give them something like a birthmark or scar of sorts that would somehow deem them "ugly" the their world but Vil would be lowkey obsessive of slowly as that was his character is, he's so obsessed proving he's beautiful and good and smart and strong to the point he obsessed over others and their flaws

Though with Chapter 6 I'm stuck on just cuz I want a sassy Meg type Yuu but also want a tall handsome muscular man who's like Hercules and everything Idia most likely would wish to be including with open mention of having great relationship with their family or maybe even them being an orphan

What are your guys' thoughts and opinions?

[ausetkmt]

Top 26 Assata Shakur Quotes: Wars, Government and People

Assata Olugbala Shakur is a former member of the Black Liberation Army (BLA), who was convicted of being an accomplice in the first-degree murder of State Trooper Werner Foerster. She has been on the FBI Most Wanted Terrorist list since 2013 as Joanne Deborah Chesimard and was the first woman to be added to this list. Check out some of the top Assata Shakur quotes here.

26 Assata Shakur Quotes That Took the World by the Storm

Assata Shaku Quotes on People

#1. “The only ones who can free us are ourselves.” — Assata Shakur

#2. “At this time, I’d like to say a few words, especially to my sisters. Black people will never be free unless black women participate in every aspect of our struggle, on every level of our struggle.” — Assata Shakur

#3. “Nobody in the world, nobody in history, has ever gotten their freedom by appealing to the moral sense of the people who were oppressing them.” — Assata Shakur

#4. “People get used to anything. The less you think about your oppression, the more your tolerance for it grows. After a while, people just think oppression is the normal state of things. But to become free, you have to be acutely aware of being a slave.” — Assata Shakur

#5. “We had to learn that we’re beautiful. We had to relearn something forcefully taken from us. We had to learn about Black power. People have power if we unite. We learned the importance of coming together and being active.” — Assata Shakur

#6. “When you go through all your life processing and abusing your hair so it will look like the hair of another race of people then you are making a statement and the statement is clear.” — Assata Shakur

#7. “In the long run, the people are our only appeal. The only ones who can free us are ourselves.” — Assata Shakur

#8. “The more you understand what you’re dealing with, the stronger you get. People see fear as a bad thing. Fear is healthy when you’re dealing with Amerika. But when fear controls you, when you’re afraid to struggle, fear is a bad thing. I’m more afraid of what will happen if I don’t struggle, than what will happen if I do.” — Assata Shakur

#9. “People are tried and convicted in the newspapers and on television before they ever see a courtroom.” — Assata Shakur

#10. “I think that the movement against the World Bank, against the globalization process that is happening, is very positive. We need globalization, a globalization of people who are committed to social justice, to economic justice. We need a globalization of people who are committed to saving this earth, to making sure that the water is drinkable, that the air is breathable.” — Assata Shakur

#11. “People are really beginning to see the mechanisms of imperialism. When colonialism existed people could see colonialism. When racial segregation existed in its apartheid form, people could see the whites only signs. But it’s much more difficult to see the structures of neo-imperialism, neo-colonialism, neo-slavery.” — Assata Shakur

Assata Shakur Quotes on War

#12. “I hate war, and I hate having to struggle. I honestly do because I wish I had been born into a world where it was unnecessary. This context of struggle and being a warrior and being a struggler has been forced on me by oppression. Otherwise, I would be a sculptor, or a gardener, carpenter. You know, I would be free to be so much more. I guess part of me or a part of who I am, a part of what I do is being a warrior – a reluctant warrior, a reluctant struggler. But I do it, because I’m committed to life.” — Assata Shakur

#13. “I think that the greatest betrayal that a revolutionary can participate in is to become like the people you are struggling against. To become like your persecutors. I think that is a betrayal and a sin.” — Assata Shakur

#14. “I have declared war on the rich who prosper on our poverty, the politicians who lie to us with smiling faces, and all the mindless, heartless, robots who protect them and their property.” — Assata Shakur

#15. “Freedom! You asking me about freedom. I’ll be honest with you. I know a whole more about what freedom isn’t than about what it is, ’cause I’ve never been free. I can only share my vision with you of the future, about what freedom is.” — Assata Shakur

#16. “If you’re deaf, dumb, and blind to what’s happening in the world, you’re under no obligation to do anything. But if you know what’s happening and you don’t do anything but sit on your ass, then you’re nothing but a punk.” — Assata Shakur

#17. “My experience in the United States was living in a society that was very much at war with itself, that was very alienated. People felt not part of a community, but like isolated units that were afraid of interaction, of contact, that were lonely.” — Assata Shakur

#18. “I think that in order to struggle you have to be creative. In my life, creativity has been something that has sustained me; it awoke my spiritual struggle.” — Assata Shakur

#19. “It is our duty to fight for our freedom. It is our duty to win. We must love each other and support each other. We have nothing to lose but our chains.” — Assata Shakur

#20. “The methods of peaceful protests are not capable of being effective, because in reality most people pay little attention to things that are not abrasive.” — Assata Shakur

Assata Shakur Quotes on Government

#21. “I had to adjust to living in a Third World country, which means that things people in the U.S. take for granted-like hot running water whenever you turn on the tap-are not always available.” — Assata Shakur

#22. “I couldn’t see how we could seriously struggle without having a strong sense of collectivity, without being responsible FOR each other and TO each other.” — Assata Shakur

#23. “I found that people had all kinds of levels of consciousness, all kinds of levels of education, but that Cubans in general were very educated politically. I could go sit in a bus and get into a conversation with someone and that person had a wealth of knowledge. And energy!” — Assata Shakur

#24. “I believe in self-defense and self-determination for Africans and other oppressed people in America.” — Assata Shakur

#25. “Black revolutionaries do not drop from the moon. We are created by our conditions. Shaped by our oppression.” — Assata Shakur

#26. “Are you ready to sacrifice to end world hunger? To sacrifice to end colonialism? To end neocolonialism? To end racism? To end sexism?” — Assata Shakur

Conclusion

Assata Shakur holds a reputation as a militant activist and supporter of the Black Lives Movement. She is a household figure in fighting the wave of sexism and racism. Her words inspire millions today.

[yatorihell]

Noragami Reread Volume 1-3

I am so very late because I'm doing a million things but I will be done for the next chapter. Anyway this is my first reread so it's been fun seeing all the foreshadowing!

Chapter 1

Yato being so full of hope doing the job and his original top of the nation dream vs where we are currently is upsidedownsmileyface

Ass comment counter: 1

Yato really is the coldest bitch this girl is crying and being hunted by ayakashi and he's like oh no anyway

'Curses and blessings are two sides of the same coin' vomiting at the future plaque foreshadowing!

Yato has a little praise kink going on and it's valid

Yato's reaction to people who wants to commit suicide when we later find out he has seen Sakura's death and later on Yukine's is just

Chapter 2

Penis comment: 1

Yatori meeting oh god here we go

'I think forming ties with you is just gonna cause problems' AHA!

Yato sees her kick the shit out of a ayakashi and would like to have her as a shinki well I got a surprise for you!!!!

Chapter 3

'This could be kinds fun' proceeds to be not fun for ## chapters

We found Yukine right there

The sister foreshadowing is so heavy 10 years in advance of getting Yukine's story

Yukine spent 30 years drifting and has the right reaction to bring told to devote himself to a sweaty god

He straight up takes Hiyori's stuff lol

Hiyori death forshadowing tracker: 1

Chapter 4

Yukine saying he'll die from parental neglect WELL

Yato and Hiyori having different views on suicidal people until she realises why shinki are shinki and yh

Hiyori death forshadowing: 2

Chapter 5

Yukine conman but he's valid

Hiyori's soul is rather transparent in the legs sometimes

'Why don't you try dying for once' WELL

Yukine's fear of the dark forshadowing

Little girl shinki is so sad I forgot about that

It looks like soil being poured on Yukine AHA

Sister foreshadowing again

Hiyori death forshadowing tracker: 3

Chapter 6

Yukine is such a bastard this chapter

Hiyori liking Yato's smell jahdhb

Biggest plottwist is Yato saying Kofuku is his girlfriend 0.1 second before getting punted by her real man

Daikoku really softens up in appearance as we get to know him, he looks like mafia boss

'He's got a thing for kids' had me choking I forgot about that

Yato's backstory is so well written to foreshadow so much we see in the future whilst running alongside the rest of the plots

Yato and Yukine height difference hdhd

Bishamon's introduction mommy sorry

Chapter 7

'The justice of this world is putting evil to death' foreshadowing for Father in the future

I love men being accessories to powerful women

Kazuma's debt to Yato and knowing what's coming hhdjb

The art has always been beautiful and the character designs improve compared to other mangas early days

Chapter 8

Meeting Nora for the first time and she seems quite chill considering what she does later

Interesting how Yukine asks 'why does this always happen to me' when it's his first time as a shinki, shows he's used to bad luck

Daifuku has a car and we just never see it again (it probably blew up)

Yukine's trousers being too short in the leg

'I found him and I named him' Yato not releasing him no matter how badly Yukine behaves because he knows what he went through

Chapter 9

Hiyori thinking Kazuma is going to kill her when he's the most pathetic man alive

Hiyori meets the girl who killed Bishamon’s shinki. Meets Kazuma, another of Bishamon’s shinki, and notes Yato killed his friend. Brings up the dead shinki. Shocked Piikachu face when he gets mad

Yukine is so baby face this chapter

Nora meets Hiyori and it's on sight for knowing Yato

Chapter 10

Yato gives Manabu a knife and is like fuck 'em up ig

Yukine just wants to be a kid!!!!

'One is enough, just find that one irreplaceable someone' I'm eating glass!!!!

'I wish I had one myself' EATING GLASS!!!!!

'What you really want is something you can no longer have and you've finally figured that out' Oh god oh man

Yukine is just a baby

Hiyori saving Yato's ass again and hauling him to Kofuku’s

Chapter 11

Despite all the hate she gave Yato, Mayu still volunteers to absolve Yukine

Hiyori really shows up on the war gods front garden yelling for her simp without hesitation

Yato refusing to release Yukine and at this point teb years ago we're like babe just do it

Yukine really has no luck transforming into all sorts of monsters in this manga

'It was just like something a father would say' GLASS!!

Daikoku is so daddy this volume wait what

Yato says Sekki has talent as if he isn't the biggest soft touch who wouldn't let that daddy issue child go

Trios first hug oh I'm so sad Adachitoka you make me so sad will they hug again

[ldysmfrst]

Reciprocal Synergy (1) - Hierarchy

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 1 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 1,853 

Work count for Story: 1,853 

Genre: Omegaverse Au based off KinnPorsche: Thai BL Drama

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs, and the other loves everyone. I started a Patreon, and I would be grateful if you donated to help me make ends meet while I am out of work.

This is the very first story I wrote. I posted it here in July 2023, but I have now edited it and finally decided to add it to my library. I hope you enjoy it. I only have two chapters written so far, but I may get back into it... once I am healed up from my hospitalization and almost dying at the start of August 2024.

Each chapter starts with a definition. (thought it would be cool) 💜💜💜

Warnings: NOT BETA READ!! This chapter does have guns, violence, Alpha, and motorcycles.

Library of LdySmFrst / Reciprocal Synergy Master List

hi·er·ar·chy

/ˈhī(ə)ˌrärkē/

noun

A system or organization in which people or groups are ranked one above the other according to status or authority.

It is everywhere and in everything.  

From birth, children are subject to their elders; in schooling, students are subject to teachers who are subject to administration.  

At work, new hires are the bottom man on the totem pole, followed by the leads or supervisors, and above them are managers and directors; then, at the top, you have CEOs and owners.  

Everyone on the planet should abide by all variations of hierarchies.  

However, an internal hierarchy also comes into play when humans are between 15 and 18 years old and present as Alpha, Beta, or Omega. This would tip the scales and disrupt everyone's checks and balances of other hierarchies in play.  

Luckily, times have progressed, and there have been rights movements, laws put in place, and general manners taught to all.  Now, Omegas can hold positions of power, and Alphas can be the homemaker of the family.  Still, they rarely do as it is in their nature to act accordingly and submit appropriately.  

Then you have the scarce and highly respected ones that remain human and never present. They are seen as gemstones or purity markers and are coveted, not in a good way.

That is where you will find my name, Anikinn Theerapanyakun, in the books.  Next to it, Gender class: N/A Human.  Status: Second Child of the Main family, named Heir to the family business.

Once it was clear that my Elder brother, Thankhun—Beta, was not of sound mind after being kidnapped, and my youngest brother, Kimhandt—Alpha, left the family to follow a music career, I was the best and only choice to take over as the leader of the strongest Mafia in Thailand. 

When I never presented a second gender, it was seen by many as a sign that one so rare should be the one to take over. 

One would think that the transition would have been smooth and accepted, but that hardly happens in my world. 

To prove that I was the best choice, aside from my sub-gender rarity, I efficiently managed to turn a higher profit from our “trades” than my father had during his entire reign. This earned respect from many of those who served the family. The ones who didn’t show their proper respect were given reasons to fear disrespecting me as the new Head of the family.  

Some attempted to tell me that I needed to be protected by someone with the sub-gender of an Alpha. Both Alpha men and women came begging my father to mate me off just because I was only a human.  

It didn’t stop there. 

We even got a few offers to mating from the desperate Omega who sought to make a name for themselves as bagging one of Thailand’s top 10 most eligible bachelors. 

I have been burned once, a long time ago, by someone who wanted to mate with me… someone I almost gave my heart and soul to. 

However, there is still unrest among some of the leading mafia families in and around Thailand, and taking a mate would be used against me. So I don’t, trying to avoid any more weakness in my image.  I'm not saying that I don’t dabble in the pretty boy now and again, but nothing committed, always paid for, and no kissing is ever allowed. 

“Damn Italians!  Always trying to show that they only follow my Alphahole of a father!”

“Khun Kinn, we need to get you out of here,” Big, my head of security detail, yells at me over the gunfire and motorcycle engines as we run down the alleyway.  

Ducking, shooting back, trying not to fall, and not knowing where we are going or where the hell my security team is. 

“Ahh!!” Big screams, gripping his arm, “Go on, Khun Kinn.  I will try to hold them off here.  Pete says they are close.  Keep your phone on you, Khun Kinn.  Don’t worry, Arm will trace it, and I will always find you, Boss.” 

Big directs me as the bullets stop flying for a few moments and then shoves me down an alleyway filled with neon lights, smelling of piss, vomit, and booze. 

I trust my team as much as allowed in my world and take off looking for any entrance—the need to get inside without being seen becomes my driving force. 

Why is every street filled with people, dark, and seemingly without a way out?

I look down another alleyway, and I hear music playing!!  Thank God there must be a club or bar nearby, which means they will have a loading dock or patio where I can get in.

Following the music, I hear the shouts and pounding feet behind me, catching up.

Suddenly, the narrow alleyway opens to precisely what I thought it would be: a loading area, but it's not empty.  Even with death following behind me, my breath catches at the sight of a gorgeous, well-toned man leaning against the wall smoking. 

“I need your help!”

The man was startled at my demand as my pursuers busted through the alleyway behind me. 

Quickly, I made my way to stand next to the man, “Aren’t you going to help me?”

After taking a quick glance at the low-life thugs that are squaring off with us and a cursory head-to-toe spine-tingling look at me, the man smiles cheekily and simply says, “$50,000.”

“Excuse me?!?”

“You want my help?  It's gonna cost $50K.  Take it or leave it,” the man states over his shoulder as he puts out his smoke, rolls his defined shoulders, and cracks his neck.  “Do we have a deal?”

“Deal.” 

That is when the world just slowed down.

Without breaking a sweat, the man lays out all three of my pursuers, then smiles at me and bares his elongated K-9s.  

This man is an Alpha, and I just received protection with a price.

I hope he sticks to the money and is not hoping for anything more because I am not an Omega and will not bow down to another Alphahole. 

Slowly, albeit smugly, he walks up to me.  

He is getting ready to say something, but a flash of silver over his shoulder pulls my attention behind him, where one of the thugs struggling to stand is getting prepared to shoot him.  Without any thought, just instinct, I pull the man towards me and cover him.  

A deep, rumbling growl emits from the man I am now hunched over protecting.  

Why the hell am I protecting him now?  

He is the one getting paid to protect me from this shit.

Before another thought can form, the man tugs on my arm and pulls me through what I assume is a bar and out the front.  He hops on an older, slightly beat-up motorcycle.  

All I can do is stare.  

Why is that so hot-looking right now?  

I am trying not to get shot, and here I am, trying not to drool at the sight of a slightly sweaty unknown Alpha with well-toned muscles, tight black pants, and straddling a cheap-ass motorcycle.

BANG BANG

“Fuck, dude!  Get on!” The man yells at me again with a bit of a growl in his voice and starts the motorcycle up.  

Quickly following his orders, for nooooo reason other than to save my ass, I hop on his bike, and off we go.  The sudden jerk of the motorcycle startles me, and I grab onto the man's waist to avoid falling off.  Zig-zagging through traffic, time passes, and the speed slows down, but my grip on the man stays the same.  

Who can blame me, right?  

He is a friendly, solid, warm, burning wood-scented man driving, and I am a passenger.  

If anyone asks, it was for safety reasons.

Once we knew the coast was clear and we were no longer in danger, the man pulled into a filling station, and I got off.

“Thank you for your help.” 

I tell him while attempting to collect some resemblance of decorum with “windblown hair” and an “after being chased” disheveled suit.  

Silence.  

No, you are welcome, or no problem… just silence.  

Looking up, I see the Alpha look at me with piercing eyes, as if he expects me to pull a stunt or KowTow.  

“What is your name?  I need to know for the gift baskets,” I ask, which only gets me a smirk as he slowly stands up and walks toward me, still his gaze unyielding. 

“$50,000.”

“Oh that is right.  I do not carry a wallet on me.  Give me your name and phone number so I can wire it to you?”

“Oh yes, here you go.  I will surely give a man I do not know, who has no scent, and who used me to avoid being killed my number so that his henchmen can come to find me and silence me in my sleep.  I think not.” He smugly and growly informs me, placing his hands on his hips.  

The only thought passing through my mind is ‘I wonder how his hips would feel in my hands or his hand holding my hips instead.”

While I am blatantly staring at said man's hips, he steps close enough to me that a warm puff of air smelling of burning wood, like a fireplace, is blown on my face without me noticing.  

Snapping out of my what can only be explained as a temporary loss of consciousness and not horny teenage-like daydreams, I now realize the Alpha is so close a deep, quick breath would be all it would take to… 

DAMN IT, KINN!  

Think with your brain and not your balls.  

Sneering at the closeness in proximity and taking a step back, the man takes me in one more time.  Running his tongue along his teeth, his eyes light up, and with speed only Alphas possess, he has my left arm in his hand and is grabbing my watch. 

“This will do.  I'm sure it's worth enough.  You can borrow money for a pay phone.” Stepping back, the Alpha mounts the motorcycle, slips on the watch, and starts the engine up. 

Before I knew it, a panic started to make a pit in my stomach. 

He is leaving!  

He can’t go!  

“Wait!” I yell, startling him, “I never got your name.  So I can pray for blessings upon you for helping me?” I question, taking a step forward, praying that Arm and Big arrive before he leaves.

After a sideways glance and a fake smile, "Jom, my name is Jom,” he says as he rides off. 

Arm, my tech geek bodyguard, is talented, but I hope he is good enough to find this Alpha Jom.  He has my favorite watch, and I should give him the money out of proper etiquette, but the pit in my hand just doubled in size at the thought of never finding him again.  

I swear it is just about good business and nothing more… is nothing more… it shouldn’t be anything more... Right?

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[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil’s Den

Chapter 10: In Which Rusted Gates Open Up Pt. 2

You can read this also on Ao3 at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Alcina had longed for your touch more than she cared to admit, to hear her name spill from between your lips, but now she feared it. Feared where this might be going, feared what consequences lay beyond the threshold.

But you were the thing she craved the most.

The last remains of things that were still good in life. The realness. The gentleness. The ever-constant changing enigma of life itself, strung together by emotion and cause and effect; you were the embodiment of existence beyond the undead that she never felt she got to wholly grasp and conquer. Alcina always had something holding her down, binding her hands behind her back, hobbling her ankles so she could only go so far. Whether it was her parents or her illness, she had never truly been free.

But you... you were free. Freedom embodied in a beautiful soul, unchained and unhinged.

She desired you and your freedom. Your wings. Your sun-kissed skin and eyes full of light.

Perhaps she was viewing you as an absolution. Perhaps she was being selfish, clinging to desperation and the need to be free.

How could you possibly give that to her?

Perhaps, just perhaps, she was so starved for love and gentleness, her longing for softness and care had driven her to recklessness.

And yet... you seemed to syphon a desire deeper inside of her for change.

Real change.

Not just expanding the vast vaults of knowledge from the myriads and myriads of books she'd consumed until she thought she could read no more. No, the desire to make a change.

Run away. Start something new. Somewhere else.

With you.

She pondered your words while your warmth seeped into her skin. Neither of you owed the other anything, this was true. Only maybe the two of you owed it to yourselves the exploration of each other, the connection beginning, this wild meeting perchance the fates.

Alcina leaned over slightly, shortening the distance that lay between you, placing her other hand on top of yours, "Indulging you indulges me. This isn't about collecting or repaying debts; I said you may ask and I will answer or I won't, only you must understand there are some things I cannot answer simply because I don't know how, not that I don't want to," she offered as she bore her eyes into yours.

You loved having her this close.

Feeling her so near, the coolness of her hands enveloping yours, it was purely overpowering.

"That makes sense," you replied softly, "I think I know what you mean."

Of course you did. One of the many reasons Alcina could not let you go.

The rest of the night was spent by you listening to your lady vampire regale you of tales of her days on the stage as the grand 'Miss D'; the many places she traveled, the many struggles and mishaps of a traveling life, and her many, many, lovers. All women. All short-lived.

"I think I may have enjoyed New York audiences more than any others, perhaps closely second would be my audiences in France. The French love all things beautiful, and I apparently happened to be a particularly indulgent beauty across the board for them..." she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, "I paid for nearly nothing during my residence there. Men and women lavished me in gifts, food, drink, attention, and I guzzled it up. But New York, back then anyway... the audiences were so alive. Needy, greedy even, of anything new and exciting. It was enough for someone like me to easily get drunk off. It was invigorating to be around people with such a desire for life and new experiences, new tastes, new sounds, new sights. It fed my ego and hunger for it all just as much. I swore I'd never leave this city, I didn't really think it would happen that way... but, here I still am."

Her smile faded gently and you shuffled on the couch once more.

"You really never wanted to go anywhere else?"

Alcina's brow perked up at your question, "Well, if given the opportunity I would have visited every inch of this world, but fate had other plans for me it seemed. But here felt different in the best ways possible. It felt like home just as much as it felt like a grand, never-ending vacation. There couldn't have been a better place for me."

The way she sighed told you she had much more to say, so you pressed, "Don't you still want to travel?"

She scoffed, but lightly, "Oh, more than anything. But as you must understand, traveling as a vampire is quite tricky; we can only travel by night, and if we do not make our routes in the timeslot available before the sun rises... the circumstance is deadly. The underground cities and tunnels stretch for miles and miles across the country, but only to very few places. Travel this day and age may be quicker in many fashions, but it still isn't without tribulation. Besides, with my position here in the underground city I am afraid I'm not allowed to travel much."

"Your position?"

Oops. Alcina had meant for you to work for that explanation further down the road.

She looked to you and your eagerness and intrigue once more and chuckled, "I was made Matriarch of this particular clan here in Manhattan."

Dude.

What?

You rapid blinked and then sat upright, nearly hanging over the arm of the couch. Though, there was a word there that hit differently; made, she said she was made Matriarch. Still, you had to ask.

"You're a Matriarch... what all does that entail? What's the name of the clan you oversee? How many are there?"

Alcina chuckled a little brighter, "As the Matriarch I act as an overseer of the clan governances, bloodlines and lineages, security and protection of not only the city but the vampires and lycans therein, resource management, and relations with the other clans. If things go wrong, I am the first to know, and the first to act. The clan I govern is called the Shadowed Dominion. There are 9 clans, some larger and smaller than others. Mine, is the largest."

Her memory betrayed her as the whole of her unwilling inauguration flew through her mind.

It was after Mother Miranda had found out about her love affair with her human. After destroying what happiness Alcina had found, she decided Alcina needed structure, something to do, something to keep her occupied and give her purpose. It was the last thing she wanted. Mother Miranda wanted nothing more than control. And she got it.

"Wait, vampires and lycans, like werewolves, live together?"

She couldn't have been more grateful for your question in that moment.

"Yes, they do now."

Your mind was swirling like a mad bees nest at this new information. You were sitting here, visiting, shooting the shit, with an underground vampire clan Matriarch. What even was life right now.

"I, ok I'm an ignorant human, but I thought vampires and werewolves hated each other?"

Alcina chuckled, "You're not ignorant, but you are correct. For centuries the two fought and killed each other, for trivial reasons, truly."

"So, how did that end?"

Alcina smirked. You were too much. She thrived off your hunger for her story.

"When I came into power the wars were still raging, brutally. Many years later my clan was called in as reinforcements at one point. Luckily for all of us, in hindsight, we happened to be stationed where the lycans' leader, Karl Heisenberg, and his troops were. It was easily the bloodiest battle each side had seen. There were only 11 of my vampires and 9 of his lycans still left at the end. He and I came to blows. It was clear it was going to be a stalemate, and I simply made the statement during the fight that if we continue, everything we're fighting for, or over, will be absolutely pointless because everyone is going to be dead. I offered a truce, from one leader to the other, to at least talk and decide if we continue the bloodshed or evolve."

The woman was a vampire Matriarch and a goddamn war hero. Wow.

"And just like that it was over?" you asked with wide eyes.

"Not quite. There was so much bickering, a lot of arguing and finger pointing, but eventually we came to an understanding of one another. Getting all of our clans on board took much longer. We were in councils for 3 years before the full of our truce became solid. Then we all began to coexist together. Heisenberg and his clan came to live with me and my clan, as a show of our commitment to the allyship. They've been with us ever since."

As you were about to ask another question the alarm on your phone went off.

It was 4 AM.

Alcina cocked a brow, "You set an alarm?"

There was no point hiding the blush spilling over your cheeks, "Yeah... I want to make sure you leave here with enough time to make it back before the sun comes up."

What was she supposed to say to that. Here you were, a two-week-old acquaintance, human no less, keeping an alarm set for your visits so she, a vampire, could make it back to the shadows safely.

Alcina rose slowly off the chair and stepped in front of you on the couch, bent down and cupped one side of your face. She stared into your eyes with an emotion she wasn't sure of herself.

"Come... walk me to the balcony."

You followed her silently to your bedroom after she donned her trench coat. You didn't want her to go. You were missing her already.

As she began to open the glass door you reached for her, gently running your fingertips just at the base of the curve of her perfect hip, stalling her as she was stepping out onto the balcony. You opened your mouth to speak but the words just sat there.

You felt a hollowness setting in. Somehow the need to be near her felt absolutely painful as it was being taken away. There still wasn't an accurate way for you to express how she made you feel, how alive and awake, aware, thriving off every moment - she fed something inside of you, only you didn't know what. It only seemed to be getting stronger.

Alcina sensed your unspoken intent.

Of course she did.

Another gracious smile took her crimson lips, and as she turned fully to face you she grabbed the fabric of your shirt up in her hands, tugging you into the proximity you weren't brave enough to engage. She could feel every ounce of your yearning and it made everything within her ache.

Everything.

She felt it too.

"You are tempting dangerous fate..." she muttered, closing the distance painfully slow, keeping you there, dangling off a ledge, "I'll see you again... draga mea."

She pressed her lips to your forehead. A new spark flashed at the base of Alcina's spine and she knew she needed to flee at this very moment.

And like that she was gone.

You stood there slightly stunned as the feeling of her lips lingered on your skin. It was wonderful. Exhilarating. You wished wholeheartedly to know what they felt like against your own, and you weren't even running from the idea anymore.

Eventually you returned to the living room and blew out the remaining candles, grabbed her gloves, which she so conveniently forgot a second time, and flopped on your bed. You had so much to digest from tonight, so many more questions to mull over.

But firstly, what did 'draga mea' mean?

You grabbed your phone and did a poor job searching, going off phonetics. Luckily Google was much smarter than you and it knew what you meant.

"My darling," in Romanian.

Oh.

She called you her darling. You honestly weren't sure how to absorb that information, as if everything else you'd heard tonight wasn't enough. You laid back and placed your phone on the nightstand, eyes wide at the ceiling and her gloves on your chest, tight in your grasp.

Draga mea. My darling.

Sighing contently, your heart swelling and mind a puddle, you closed your eyes and hummed to yourself.

Sleep was swiftly on you, along with the smile on your face.

~

Sunday.

Ugh, Sunday.

You had to work tomorrow. Another five boring days of desk-jockeying you really could do without. Your bills couldn't, but you could.

The wonderland that consisted of your lady vampire was coming to a halt. You wouldn't be able to stay up all night chatting away the rest of the world.

This sucked.

The sun had only set not half an hour before suddenly, from your languid sprawl on your bed, a shadow appeared on the balcony and allowed itself in like a swooping bird of prey.

You about dropped your book and scrambled to sit up.

"Did I frighten you, draga mea?" came that painfully smooth undertone.

God she looked like an ethereal vixen.

Tonight she was wearing her leather jacket that rested just above her hips, the stark bright silver of the fashionable zippers brining to light her curving waist and buxom chest. Underneath she wore a deep red turtleneck. Her pants, black jeans, tight as usual, and black leather boots up to her knees with a nice heel.

Oof.

"Uh-hm -" you sputtered, "no, well sort of. It's early, I wasn't expecting you until later," you smiled finally gathering your bearings, sitting cross legged on the mattress.

Alcina admired how comfortable you looked; slightly disheveled and with loose fitting clothes, that light blue shirt with a very droopy neck hanging off one shoulder. Mmm, you looked a little too inviting. She loved it.

"You have work tomorrow, do you not?"

Fuck.

Yeah.

You sighed heavily and tossed your book on your night stand, "yeah, unfortunately."

"Hence why I am here early," she cooed sauntering towards you, a perfect brow arching gently, "you've been burning the midnight oil, as they say, for 3 nights in a row now... I would be a terrible companion if I continued to sap your sleep when you have responsibilities tomorrow."

Companion? Did she just say that? Dare you question it?

Nah. Nope. Leave it be. You'll treasure that even if she meant it or not.

"You're not terrible. It's been my choice, and truly I'd rather it continue then return to my desk prison."

She chuckled low and that timbre settled deep in your stomach. You may have shuddered a little.

"Be that as it may, your duties are your duties, as mine are mine," she tucked a long leg under her and gracefully lowered herself in front of you on the mattress and smirked, "but, I wanted to see you anyway, even if briefly before you sleep."

What was happening? No, really, what was happening? This was starting to feel like the two of you were dating, the casualness of what once was suddenly out the window and into a nose dive.

Ok.

Yes.

Alcina was no more than two feet from you, her face illuminated brilliantly by the brightness of your amber salt lamp.

You decided to do the thing.

Gently and slowly you reached out and tucked one stray strand of her black hair behind her ear, and you were one-hundred percent correct; it was silky as you had imagined. You caught the flutter of her eyelids at your touch and retreated, unsure how far to press.

"We could go into the living room for a bit?"

Alcina snaked her own hand to your knee and squeezed gently, considering your offer far too much, wanting to give in and stay another night.

"You must rest, and I must see to some business."

Her voice was soft and hinted of her own disappointment, and as she rose so did you.

"Business, huh?" you inquired with a playfulness, "up to no good, I hope," you grinned up at her, tilting your head.

You really were trying her. And yet she couldn't wipe the smile off her own face.

"I am always up to no good," she teased right back, stepping in closer than ever before, "and you..." her voice changed to a whisper, "seem to bring it out in me."

Suddenly you could no longer feel your legs underneath you, all you could feel was the blood pumping from your heart and thrashing through your veins at an alarming rate.

Instinctually your hands reached for her mid-section as you felt you might collapse. Her hands were already palming your jawline and the space between you disappeared.

Her lips felt like sin and blessings and everything in between. The rush was euphoric on a level you'll never know again. Her flesh was cool but wholly edible. So soft. So plush. So perfect.

Did you moan? You weren't sure, but you would almost bet on it.

It was over too fast and your vision was blurry as she pulled back, but your fingers were still gripping to the leather of her jacket like your life depended on it.

Alcina chuckled.

She traced your face gently and gave you a wink.

"Until next time, draga mea," Alcina said softly, taking your hands from her waist and bringing them to her lips.

A chaste kiss graced each set of knuckles and with a near puff of a breeze she had disappeared once more.

You rushed to the balcony, not expecting to see her, but perched none the less on your forearms and studied the ground below. You were smirking and cursing her all at the same time.

Brat, you thought.

But apparently, maybe, she was your brat?

Maybe.

You knew you pretty much belonged to her at this point; unbeknownst to you you had given yourself to her before you were even aware. It may even have happened the night she bit you.

Was it her doing, this submission? This draw, this undeniable need?

Who fucking cared.

Death by vampire? Sign me up, you thought.

~

Alcina was feeling more invigorated than she had in years. She hadn't really intended on kissing you, but, how could she not?

You were there, so enticing, so perfect. Resisting urges wasn't really her forte, never had been, never would be. And you, you were an urge of all urges.

When she finally reached her destination, her daughters were hidden next to the Harlem pier. Dressed in all black, hooded cloaks covering their lovely faces, waiting in the shadows for their mother.

She approached and smirked, "Ah, my lovely girls, are we ready for a hunt?"

"You are in an awfully good mood, mother," Cassandra remarked knowingly, receiving a nudge from Bela.

Alcina cocked a brow, her smile unrelenting, "Am I not allowed to be excited for a hunt with my girls? It's been far too long."

"I'm sooo excited," Daniela interjected, "evil blood is the best blood!"

"Mmm, that it is," she agreed, "no rules for this round, girls. The gang hides over on that side, near the port. Just don't be exceptionally messy, I'm not sure when the rain is expected tonight... leaving a lot of blood, even out here, can be risky."

Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra were all smiles now, eager to sink their teeth into flesh. Waiting for the nod from their mother, they growled in anticipation for the kill.

"Ready?" Alcina smiled, bearing her fangs, "Go."

[nebulaofchaosandwoe]

Okaay, never did this before so im pretty nervous but let's goo

Thanks so mch @orbitingplutoinmysocksleepingbag for the tag 💜

Top 5 favorite books: Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern, the Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater, Missing in Clairdelune by Christelle Dabos, Radio Silence by Alice Oseman, there's more but this'll do

Top 5 favorite shows/movies: Steven Universe, used to be big fan of Once Upon a Time, 2005 Pride and Prejudice, oh Young Royals, Heartstopper, Shadow and Bone

Fav movie genre: fantasy mostly with a bit of (queer 🤧💕) romance and mystery

Top fandoms: raven cycle, grishaverse, osemanverse, studio ghibli, star wars and just realized i read 10 pjo books but don't talk it

Top fandoms you'd like to be more involved in: osemanverse (only read 3 books), the owl house (s2), oh oh our flag means death (im in ep 1)

Top artists you listen to: (mine always changes) Luiza Brina, Dodie, Alabama Shakes, Akira Rae, mxmtoon

Top songs currently: this whole playlist actually!

Song(s) that describes you perfectly: exausta by luiza brina, 'a bad dream' by keane, and 'if im being honest' by dodie

Top music genres currently: its the last playlist, so mpb, indie and pop

Fav music genres/vibes: hmmm indie pop rock alternative, all mixed up in a great queer soup with not-understandable but beautiful lyrics

Love language you're most comfortable giving: uuuhgg idk, guess quality time?

Love language you like receiving: when i receive hugs and touches from people i admire and love, it is the most wonderful thing in the world and makes me cry, but also quality time and affirmation words

Fav aesthetics: uuh i don't really know... i loved powerful women with magic ruling the world stuff!!!!! but now it's intimate queer friendships, skies in the afternoon, music to mess my mind, and cloudy villages with soo many trees

Characters you kin: the worst in Frances and Aled combined, noah czerny, matthew pynch, a bit of zachary ezra rawlings, steven and stevonnie (su)

Fav color and why: purple, cause meeting simon (yr) saved me, it's beautiful in the bi flag and it's also blue and pink together (also fav colors)

Interests you love to talk about: vegan and affective recipes, books I'm currently reading (osemanverse!!), the queer experience™, praise trans and nb people, goddesses in different cultures, magic and yeh

16 personality types: INFJ-T

MTG color quiz: Planeswalker of The Bant Shard! (Blue, white and green, no idea what this means)

Silly fear: don't talk about human body interiors next to me, i might faint ✌️

Guess I'll leave the tag open! Feel free to answer <3

[musicprincess1990]

The Hunchback of Notre Dame is my favorite Disney movie (well, tied with Beauty and the Beast). So, it lives rent free in my head most of the time. It's also my favorite Disney soundtrack (tied with Encanto). And I recently watched a video ranking the top 10 villain songs, and #1 was "Hellfire."

I wholeheartedly agree with this pick, and I left a comment on the video, which I'm going to share with you because I can. 😊

Frollo is terrifying because he's realistic. You get a villain like Maleficent or Mother Gothel, and yes they're evil, but the fantasy element of it makes it easier to... I guess "disconnect" is the right word...? Maybe? Point is, it's easy to see that they're not real, that they're just a fictional character in a fairy tale.

But Frollo.

Frollo is not only real, he's everywhere. All over the world, for as long as the human race has been in existence, there have been Frollos. Corrupt predators who have a skewed perspective on themselves, who think they're the ones in the right, they're virtuous, they're justified in their actions, everyone else is wrong, but especially the object of their lust. It's their fault, not his, that he's having lustful thoughts. There are Frollos everywhere, and that is TERRIFYING.

(That's where the comment ended, but I'mma keep going.)

Today, Frollos are known as "Nice Guys." You know, the guys that say they're nice, but really they aren't, and when a woman rejects them, they put all the blame on the woman for being a bitch, being too picky, being insecure, being too secure, honestly they'll come up with any excuse, rather than accept the fact that they're just an asshole, and women don't really like assholes. Oh, but they think women like assholes, because they don't see themselves as assholes, but their perspective, like Frollo's, is completely skewed.

I dated a "Nice Guy," from 2010-2012. I'm still recovering from the emotional fallout. He was toxic and emotionally abusive, and it took me 3+ years after our breakup to realize how awful he really was.

Actually, he was a bit like Mother Gothel, too, because he would insult me and point out things that were "wrong" with me, but when I got upset, he'd say it was "tough love," and wouldn't I rather he tell me the truth than lie to save my feelings? But he was more like Frollo in many ways, most of which I'm not going to share.

I guess that's the real source of my visceral fear and hatred of Judge Claude Frollo. Damn. This took a turn. 😅

Uh, anyways, I'mma go watch some stand-up comedy because I need a laugh. Love you guys.

[madi2112]

Escape Pod

Call it what you will. Escape pod, ejection seat, life boat, emergency exit, escape plan, evacuation slide, fire escape, parachute, life raft, safe house or anything else and it all boils down to the same thing.

Find a way to get out and survive when your life is in danger.

Depending on the outcome of the election in November my life may certainly be in danger.

I wish I could say it was hyperbole or paranoia or misplaced fear.

It's not.

I've seen the lowlights of Project 2025. I've seen the fascist right wing target women, minorities and my own LGBTQIA community.

I fought against it in Tallahassee.

I'd like to believe that no one is stupid, hateful or insane enough to support a convicted felon and rapist.

But it has happened before.

Only 8 short decades ago in Germany. A madman conned millions of people into some of the worst atrocities in history.

Now today another madman is following the same playbook. Mimicking the same hate.

If that is the road the Christofacists take the U.S. down then it is seriously time to hit that eject button and get as far from here as is possable.

I have found the place, too.

One of the most beautiful as can be found on our planet.

It ranks inside the top 10 in friendliness, women's rights, healthcare, LGBTQIA rights, happiness and other major concerns.

The U.S. isn't in the top 20 in any of the same categories.

It's roughly the same size and population as Colorado but shaped liked you pulled it thing and it separated along the way into two halves.

You've seen the absolutely gorgeous landscapes, seascapes, mountains, cliffs, fjords and more in movies and in pictures.

Where is it?

I'm not going to say just yet because everytime there is an election someone proclaims:

"IF ________ WINS I'M LEAVING!

Only this time I'm the one planning for it.

Then again I've never heard a sane person proclaim a segment of the population should be "eradicated". A real statement said by a right wing leader about me and others who have transitioned.

Having an deranged criminal idiot spew hate and proclaim his lust for power can easily be ignored.

Millions who agree with it and enable it. Can't be.

Which is sad, pathetic and more than a little scary.

Which is why my hand is on the eject button.

~Madison

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[jarofstyles]

For mafia harry, I just love the fact that’s he’s only soft for his girl. So something soft!!!! Plss n thxx

He’s literally so soft for her it’s ridiculous.

Warnings: fluff, talk of murder, mafia type stuff

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It wasn’t uncommon for Harry to come home with bruised knuckles. While he tended to have his men take care of business, he couldn’t help but be hands on sometimes.

When it came to certain motherfuckers, he truly couldn’t help but get in on the action and keep his name at the top of the’ who not to mess with’ list.

But his one and true weakness was sleepy eyed and soft as she stepped into his arms. He had gotten home from some business only an hour ago and put on the coffee pot. Being out all night was not ideal in the slightest, mainly because he had Y/N at home. Before meeting her he could go days at a time without sleep, without even being home. But having a woman he loved so deeply in his bed, who truly adored him and looked past his very unusual career path. She was so giving to him, with her time, energy, body, affection. He had hit the jackpot when it came to women and he knew all to well. So did anyone else.

It took a lot to get a man like Harry soft. He was hard and jagged around the edges. Throwing a punch or getting rid of someone wasn’t a big deal to him. Then Y/N stumbled into his life by accident and he found the heart he had covered with ice melted into a puddle of mush that she hand shaped in her own form. It was comical at times to see his attitude change when she would walk into the room.

“H?” She whispered sleepily. She shouldn’t be awake, but her body had somehow known her hero was home. While Y/N was well aware of his faults and his dangerous job and tendencies? He fiercely protected and cared for her. Provided for her. Gave her a home and a best friend and loved wrapped into one. No one was perfect, but Harry was perfect for her. “Where were you all night?” His stomach twinged with guilt as he pulled her into his chest, large hand cupping the back of her head and keeping her body close to his.

“M’so sorry, angel.” He whispered, pressing multiple kisses to her hairline. “We found one of the rats.” He grumbled, making Y/N freeze. Her head pulled up from his chest and her eyes were a dangerous glint. One that, quite frankly? Made him hard. As soft and gentle as Y/N is, she had come to take Harry and his men as family. You fuck with them? You fuck with her.

“And you took care of it?” Her tone was low, Harry still shocked at how fierce his little angel could be. How protective. She made them cookies and tea and brought sweets to the underground clubs, but was willing to put someone on their ass if they hurt Harry. It was fucking hot.

“Y’know I did, sweet girl. M’always taking care of my people.” He was cut off by her lips pressing to his jaw, her head tucking back into his neck. It was early and she hadn’t slept well. Y/N usually didn’t when it came to Harry being out and doing dangerous things. Her sleep schedule had been the worst it’s been since dating him, but it was the easiest sacrifice to make because she was getting to be in his arms. When he was home?

She got the best sleep of her entire life. Especially after getting dicked down.

“Know you do.” She relaxed, hand running over his broad back. The shirt was slightly damp form his sweat but she didn’t mind. The skin under was hot and it did get her mind going to think about how sexy he looked when he was mad. As long as it wasn’t at her? It went straight to her cunt.

Okay. Maybe even when it was at her. But it was very hard to make him angry at her. He was 100% a pushover for his girl. Y/N was the only one ever allowed to raise her voice at him.

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The first time it had happened around others, they’d all nearly choked. Harry had ate the last of the cookie butter, which Y/N had been saving. It actually pissed her the fuck off, and not realizing he was in a meeting she had stormed down the hallway with her volume on 10. The girl wasn’t one too raise her voice often, but Harry knew how to push her buttons.

“Harry fucking Styles! You better hope to god you’re busy because I’m going to shove this jar up your ass!” She seethed, the stomping of her feet making everyone’s eyes widen. The men he worked closely with usually had a softer version of her. But it was earlier in the day, not their normal time, and gathered in the office in Harry’s large home.

Harry froze, realizing what it was and winced as he watched the door fly open. There, in all her big shirt, no pants and freshly woken glory was his beautiful Y/N. Empty jar in hand. Her eyes cut around the room but the fury she felt was too deep. This was personal!

Of course, they all were tense because No One talks to Harry Styles in a tone like that and got away with it. The shock that crossed their faces when Harry sheepishly got up and crossed the room, hushing her and trying to approach her like a wounded puppy was pure and utter insanity. The big man who always had a straight face, mean punches that knocked out cold, little regard for most people and took care of many a week was letting his woman talk to him like that.

“M’sorry, baby, I meant to get more but we called an emergency-“ he was cut off by a single hand raising, lips snapping closed as he watched his little love step closer to him.

“If you aren’t ready to go to Trader Joe’s in the next 15 minutes….” Her eyes narrowed. “You’ll be cut off.” And Harry knew exactly what that meant.

No sex.

There was no way he was risking that.

“Okay, okay.” He raised his own hands in surrender. “M’gonna finish up. Go get ready, we’ll take the Audi.”

They all learned that day that you didn’t mess with Y/N’s food, and Harry Styles only had one singular weakness.

~

Granted, Harry never was ashamed of it. He always said that his woman was half of his strength. She didn’t need him, but he needed her. Harry loved her so wholly and deeply that he knew that she was it for him. He had bought an engagement ring only 2 months in. So no, he didn’t ever deny it.

If anyone ever tried to use Y/N against him, they ended up in the river. Or in several pieces. He had very little restraint over that, considering all threats he took very, very seriously. The one light in his life was something he kept close, protected, and loved.

“Why don’t we go shower n’then we sleep? Hm? M’sorry to keep you up late, angel.” He puckered his lips down at her to be met with a soft peck, nodding her head at the idea. “And then we can make some ‘brunch’, whatever you call it.”

It got a laugh out of her, so he considered it a win.

“Mhm. If you thought I was letting you into our clean sheets smelling like guns and sweat. It’s sexy for dirty sheets but I’m simply too tired. Got the new ones I got online too.” She sighed, playfully teasing him because she knew it would get him to smile. He saw horrors every day, and if she could get some silliness in him it would lessen his stress.

“Oi. Don’t be callin’ me smelly, little girl.” He pinched her cheek, obnoxious kissing her mouth. “Better get your ass up there and get naked so we can pass out. M’Gonna need those pretty hands helping me wash, I fear… I’m a dead man walking.” He was dramatic, obviously overtired and it got a giggle from her.

“In your dreams, Mafia Man. Let’s move.”

“You’re right, I do dream about that.”

[parlerenfleurs]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Thanks....

Hi! That's a tough question, as I've just... read and seen so many things. So this will be the 10 favourites off the top of my head!

In no particular order:

❤ Tohru Honda, from Fruits Basket

I love how kind she is, and brave. I love how she chose to be nurturing and giving and sweet because of what her mother taught her about people and their feelings. She's the result of her mother deciding to break the cycle of violence, the choice to heal instead of propagating hurt.

Crucially, she's not weak for it. When it matters, she's brave and determined and faces off with her fears and opponents like a true heroine. She knows how to fight, and she can take a punch (literally, that one time lol). She just chooses to do it only when it really matters, and not to vent her own feelings.

I also love how everyone is a little in love with her, boys and girls ahah! I also love how she reacts to women and women's beauty, I firmly think she's bi - that's the vibe I'm picking up in any case.

❤ Chu Wanning, from Dumb Husky and his White Cat Shizun

Aah Chu Wanning... I just. Love how repressed he is. It's the best kind of fun to have a character SO FULL TO BURSTING with wants, sweetness, passion, and see how the narrative chips aways at their walls until it finally gives them what they want, dragging them hissing and fighting like a scared cat. He complicates his own life needlessly and suffers when he could not, but even if you want to shake him and force him to take care of himself... you understand. You understand why he's such a disaster. I love how kind he is (that will be a recurring theme in the characters I love lol), and how selfless. He has so much control over himself and I find it.. realistic, I suppose. It takes a lot normally to break someone who feels they have to hide their vulnerabilities, and most stories let them break too easily.

❤Lan WangJi, from Mo Dao Zu Shi

Same as Chu Wanning, I love his repression and shame (because they're meant to be soothed by the narrative). I love how quiet and discreet he is! And that the exuberant one still sees that he is interesting and finds him fascinating. I love that he's in full blown gay panic as a teenager and I equally love that he makes peace with himself, both sides of himself, as an adult.

I'm really fond of the fact that he genuinely likes and adheres to his sect's principles, not blindly, but purposefully. He does enjoy the quiet, simple, healthy and mindful lifestyle. He's just not rigid anymore about it. It makes me melt to see his relationship with the juniors, how lenient yet firm he is with them. They can be kids and silly and emotional, he'll let them, but still enforce the rules in a measured, fair way. They never resent him for it.

It is also, of course, charming to have a faultlessly loyal character, who only loves once, who wants to give and and to protect and to stand with his love.

❤The Fool/Beloved, from Realm of the Elderlings

What I love about him is how sensitive he is. He feels so much, and yet he hides so much. He's in love with the most annoyingly oblivious and foolish and stubborn man around, which. Anyone who has been in unrequited love with an idiot can relate LOL. I also love how multi-faceted he is. He's an obscene jester, he's a prim lady, he's a flirty lordling, he's a ruthless prophet, he's a humble woodcarving woman. He feels no conflict about this. What he feels, and hides with all his might, is vulnerable.

His queerness is catnip to me. He's probably one of the first if not the first genderqueer characters I've encountered and it made fireworks in my head.

❤ Laurent, from Captive Prince

Excuse me while I *keens high-pitched into a pillow*

Okay I'm back. Laurent is AGAIN a very controlled and repressed character, which by now we've established I adore. He's also, massively, devastatingly, knee-meltingly... badass. Smart as FUCK, swordsman of the century (barring Damen, perhaps), pretty as FUCK!

Damen misses this, sadly, for most of the narrative, but he's also so, so, so funny. Often in a mean way (which. Understandable, carry on, king), but downright hilarious.

He's also just a very young vulnerable man full of cracks, who had to fight with all his might to survive. I won't lie, I'm swooning as soon as I think about him with the top two knots of his severe, severe collar undone, or trembling minutely and finally releasing some tension under Danem's careful, careful massaging fingers... UGNH. Best, best kind of tension, 100/10, love these books, 1000/10 would read all the ways Laurent will let go of his control and relax.

❤ Regina, from Once Upon a Time

This series is all over the place, and I never finished it, but ~Regina~... Wow. It's obvious the (beautiful, beautiful) actress had so much fun playing her. She's both unapologetically evil, which is always so entertaining to see, and trying to be better, which of course is endearing as hell.

❤ Uncle Iroh, from Avatar, the Last Airbender

Do I even need to explain? He's simply the best. Unconditional love, cool uncle, loves tea, stone cold badass, in a cool secret society, didn't kill a dragon but made everyone believe he did in order to save the last ones while still earning his title because he learnt true firebending that is actually nurturing and life-giving?? I am in love, sir, marry me, I will bear the smell of your dirty shoes for the sake of your giant magnificent heart!

❤ Waymond, from Everything, Everywhere, all at Once

I've been gushing about him ever since I saw the movie. He's just. He's kind and nurturing, and that's it. He likes simple things, he tries to always have people get along, he's just a dude, but the best kind of dude. I would also like to make laundry and taxes with him all my life.

❤ Estraven, from The Left Hand of Darkness

Ursula le Guin ran so that Robin Hobb could walk (I said what I said). Estraven is so interesting. He (they?) has a strong moral compass, a capacity for seeing the bigger picture, that transcends his nationalistic culture and makes him a visionary. He's just.. so different, and yet at the end, just like Genly, you understand him in the ways that matter. I don't really know how to talk about this book and this character, it's best to experience it for oneself.

❤ Spock, from Star Trek, the original series

Nobody does it like he does. Eyeshadow? On point. Emotions? Unleashed. Vulcaness? Horny. He and Kirk launched slash, and Leonard Nimoy, on top of being a hottie, was a sweetheart and had played, if I remember correctly, one of the first gay characters out there, which. Respect.

Spock has all my catnip ingredients: repressed, full of emotions, horny, sensitive.

Also very smart and funny.