#wanna try actually talking on here more again so

[blommis-writes]

THIS. Another Italian peep, linguist and history enthusiast/student, here to explain how it works from the historic and linguistic point of view. As the person before me stated, it's not two different things because they have different names - it's the exact same thing.

The Roman Salute was used by fascists in Italy the same way the Swastika was used by nazis in Germany - it recalled the nationalist sense of using one's own "pure" roots, and where the nazis were all about the "arian race" and used the ancient norse sun symbol, fascists talked about the "italic race" and used a salute that was thought to be in use during the Roman Empire.

Fun history fact, fascists of the time were as dumb and ignorant as the ones we have today, because it was never actually used in Ancient Rome - the whole Roman Salute was a misconception born from a number of factors happening in the 18th century. The Romans did sometimes raise their right hand to symbolize honor and loyalty toward someone, but the arm was lower than 45° and slightly bent at the elbow, and the fingers were splayed almost as if pointing at somthing, you can see it in this statue of Marcus Aurelius:

The whole Roman Salute thing was born from the classicist mania for ancient things in the 18th century that brought on a lot of common mistaken theories that were immortalized in art before being proved wrong by actual scholars, in particular a work by Jaques-Louis David that depicted it was so popular that it forever set this version (arm at 45° with fingers kept close) as the "original Roman Salute":

Again, the Romans never did this. Powerful people sometimes did the dextera, the one you see Marcus Aurelius doing, but it was in special contexts (i.e. the swearing of an oath) while generally speaking in common contexts the population only did the usual salutatio by saying "salve" or "ave", sometimes while raising a hand in a "hello" motion, other times with a kiss or a hug. (there were so any other types of greetings depending on context, but y'all get the gist of it)

Dear old Baldyto Mussolini saw the wrong info left over from the 18th century, thought this salute really was the one used in Ancient Rome, and went "oh yeah this rocks, I wanna bring Italy to the glory it had during the Roman Empire so I'm gonna use this one".

But again. It's just. A different (and mistaken) name. Linguistically speaking, think of it as a rebrand. But if you try searching, even simply on wikipedia, "roman salute", the results will be about the fascist salute.

Also the English version doesn't let it on, but the Italian one does specify it:

English: oh yea it's just a salute also known as fascist, and it's also different from the nazi one which you can look up separately

Italian: it's also called Roman Salute yeah, but ma'am the romans never actually used that shit so it's more correct to call it Fascist Salute

The fun thing about manipulating the language you use is that you can basically do this kind of rebrand with anything, and very well use it for propaganda. You see how in the English page they separated the concept in two by giving different names?

The Nazi Salute described:

it's described the same exact way as the Roman and Fascist ones, but with a smart use of technology and language what you end up getting is three completely different ideas!

Nazi Salute: bad

Fascist Salute: eh still bad

Roman Salute: just somethin' fun the Romans did all the time :)

Reader, they are the same, exact thing.

TL;DR: "A rose by any other name is still a rose" typa shit.

There is. So much more to talk about when it comes to langauge and propaganda, and I don't have enough time or space to write it all down in a tumblr post, but what I can say is: there is a reason nazis and fascists, and Mussolini and Hitler during their speeches, spoke in a certain way, and if you wake up and look closely at how certain politicians nowadays talk, you will spot it. Language and its areas - syntax, semantics, phonetics, pragmatics, accents and cadences, they are ALL powerful propaganda tools.

what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

[specialgradefckr]

it's been a long day for you, nerd gojo's personal bully.

shoving gojo into a locker. him getting a boner because he's a freak. locking him in there and having to pull him out.

by the time you arrive at your part-time job, you're already ready for the shift to be over. scan some items, restock some stuff, sweep and clean and clock right out.

unfortunately, today, you have a visitor.

a familiar voice saying your name. which you still haven't told him he could use.

you try not to make eye contact. it's so uncomfortable, so cringey.

why did a rich kid like him even go to shitty convenience stores like this? was his private chef taking a 15 minute break?

you feel heat rising in your cheeks. desperately you wish for him to just leave, to not talk at all, but even if he did he'd probably talk to you at school about it -

"earth to - AHEM! hello! it's nice to see you, i didn't know you worked here!" gojo chirps, lounging in front of your cash register.

he's dumped a giant pile of treats on there. knowing him, he'd eat all of them, too.

you notice one of your favorites in the pile... now you're even more hungry. the last thing you ate was the lunch you normally steal from gojo, because he screwed up getting you a snack from a vending machine.

there's nothing at home, and you're saving money to go to college, you can't waste money on premade food.

he notices your scowl and giggles. not a chuckle, a giggle. god, he's so lame.

"what's wroooong?" gojo drawls, or tries to. but he's so lame he just looks stupid. then again, he always looks stupid.

leaning over the counter, he tries to lower his head enough to look up at your face as you scan the items. "heheh... you're mad 'cause you can't bully me?"

you're struck by the unpleasant sight of his stupid weird face staring up at you with his big weird eyes. his stupid sunglasses (it's night time. loser.) sliding down his nose.

it must show on your face. "come on! you gotta be nice to me! i'm a paying customer!"

gojo's face has always had this really punchable quality to it, one that made it hard to look away from. but he's never been quite as punchable as he is right now.

you feel your cheeks heat up. from the proximity, of course.

"your total is-" you begin very loudly, enough for him to jump back suddenly.

he twists his mouth, handing you his card, "come ooooon. you don't wanna talk? you're free right now!" he gestures to the completely empty store, "wanna come snack with me?"

you do, actually, but that would require spending time with his insufferable ass, and also agreeing with him.

"i'm on the clock, you moron," you snap, scanning his card and handing him his receipt, "get lost. and don't come here again."

you put his things in a bag and hand them to him. he sighs, pulling something out - coincidentally, the treat you'd been eyeing earlier.

"come on, really?" he whines, like the whiner he is. you don't respond.

he takes a long moment biting into it. making eye contact with you.

(well, he's trying to. you aren't willing to torment yourself with the sight of his ugly mug any longer.)

he starts sort of. side-stepping his way out, in the lamest way possible, shuffling so he can keep looking at you until he's at the door.

freak.

when he's at the door, he sighs as if greatly put upon. "see you tomorrow!" he calls out, which you ignore, "same place, same time~"

you ignore this too. right up until you see him discard his half-eaten treat straight into the garbage while he pushes the door open to exit.

and, well. maybe it's because you're hungry. maybe it's because he says he'll come again.

maybe it's just your natural killer instincts as a bully.

you dart past the counter, snatching satoru by the arm and yanking him back into the store. right next to the trash can.

"whoa, whOA, what - "

"pick it back up."

gojo blinks his big blue dumb eyes at you. "what?"

"you didn't finish eating it," you shove him so he's leaning over the trash can, "pick it up."

"you can't be seri-"

you shove his head straight into the trash can, and gojo yelps, muffled.

"hey! hey! let me out, let me out, i'll get it-"

you hold his head down as he struggles against you (weakly, like the lanky nerd loser he is), until his crying starts to grate on your nerves.

"pick it up with your mouth."

"what?" he's still muffled, "with my mouth? that's so gross-"

"do it, nerd," you seethe, shoving his face further into the trash until you hear a crushing sound.

"okay okay! let me up a little, i'll do it, i'll do it!"

you barely hear him through the trash his face is now buried in. huh, you did need to empty the trash can soon. you'll have him do that next.

so much for being nice to your customer.

...no one will check the security cameras, right?

giving gojo just barely enough room to move around, you wait a moment until he starts to grunt and pull his head back up.

when you let him go, he's got the half-eaten snack in his mouth, like a dog with a treat.

he is kind of like a dog, isn't he?

gojo quickly takes it out of his mouth to complain, but you shove it right back in.

"finish it." you glower.

he doesn't argue with you anymore, quietly eating while his face is red and sticky. he sniffles a little, like a pathetic puppy digging for sympathy.

"what's the big deal," he mutters, "it's just cheap junk food."

you can almost feel your stomach growling. you try to pretend you don't hear-

"oh, are you hungry?" gojo brightens noticeably, "we can go out, my treat-"

the fury of a thousand suns rains upon him in the form of your glare. "finish it."

he swallows. quickly eats the rest of the treat. "there! do you wanna-"

"and take the trash out," you say, striding back to the desk, looking for the trash bags.

"what? isn't that your job?" gojo whines as he obediently pulls the bag out.

for once in his worthless existence, he is correct, but this is immaterial, because he is also stupid, and annoying, and the least he can do is make up for it by taking this task off your hands.

"do. it." gojo rushes out with the trash. he's back in just a few seconds.

by then you've put the new bag in, and you put a hand on his chest as he tries to enter through the door.

"okay, good enough. get lost, nerd."

gojo's face reddens, his eyes flicking down to your hand on his chest, and then your eyes.

what's up with him? his shoulders shift and for a moment you feel his chest flex, like there's any muscle on his scrawny -

shoving him back, you turn straight around, darting right to the counter and quickly grabbing some random items from underneath the front desk to stock.

you don't look up from under the table until you hear the door close.

...

...

...ugh. it's warm in here.

"i'm telling you. suguru, it's SUPER EFFECTIVE!" "dude, there's no way this lame ass flexing impressed her." "what do you mean lame? not every girl likes muscles that are huge, suguru! they're noticeable, but not overt. very mindful, very demure." "this is why she bullies you, satoru." "i'm lean. elegant. gracefu- WHOA!" "heh. graceful, right?" "you literally tripped me! anyways. she was blushing! it was the cutest thing ever! she put her hand on my chest-" "willingly? i doubt it." "she DID! and then i flexed for her and she turned around immediately-" "now that i believe." "but before she did, i swear i saw her blush! i'm getting through to her, suguru! our relationship is getting closer by the day!" "ugh... you could start a cult with this level of delusion." "oh my god, should i? i could dedicate it entirely to her! do you think she'd be into that? i think she would, but she's too tsundere to admit it, hehe... i could build a shrine." (suguru is starting to think satoru is not the victim in this relationship.)

[sanjisleggy]

it's a date (dracule mihawk x reader)

summary: how Dracule Mihawk behaves around you–the person he has feelings for who also (unfortunately for him) happens to be on Shanks’ crew

a/n: based on a super cute quest by 🪐 anon! :D a short and sweet one that’s purely yearning and fluff! hope you enjoy :>

contents: pre-relationship (obv :P), fluff, simp!Mihawk, yearning

wc. ~800

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first of all, it will not show on his face. ever. years of steeling himself to face any life-threatening obstacle has made it easy for the swordsman to hide his feelings under a facade of his typical cold  indifference… at least that's what he thinks 

meanwhile Shanks is over here like

bc he clocks it even before Mihawk himself realises he harbours feelings for you. Shanks could tell from the way his old friend would linger behind you at all times, eyes darting towards any sign of danger; how the ends of his lips quirked upward ever so slightly every time you speak to him and how intently he listens even if the topic is obviously not something the swordsman is interested in. your captain knows had it been anyone else (including him!) trying to make conversation about such mundane things, Mihawk would’ve long walked away

no one on the crew questions how often the Warlord seems to be tagging along, everyone just assumes he has his own business to take care of and hitching a ride on the Red Force just happens to be the most efficient way

you’re ecstatic that he’s coming aboard more frequently, however, and are not afraid to show it, often dragging him around the ship to show him your favourite spots. your shamelessness makes your fellow crewmates fear for your life but after a while even they get used to the sight of you pulling around the Greatest Swordsman in the World like a mother cat with her kitten. they dare not assume anything about the man but behind closed doors, some do gossip about how strange it is he’d allow you to do such a thing with no repercussions

Mihawk believes he fell for you after one particular interaction in which you forwent taking part in some festivities in favour of sitting beside him a distance away from the party

“shouldn’t you be dancing with the locals or something?” he’d commented rather snarkily, assuming you perhaps had some ulterior motives for staying by his side.

“i just want some peace and quiet tonight.” you shrugged. “it’s nice sitting with you in silence,” you added with a smile and for the first time in a long time Mihawk felt blood rush to his face. “but i can leave if i’m bothering you.”

“no,” he answered before he could even fully process your offer. “you may stay.”

your smile grew wider and some foreign feeling gripped at his heart.

it’s been a while since that night and he’s long since accepted that that feeling was some kind of infatuation; or at least, that’s what it started out as. day after day he feels his heart yearning for you; at first the feeling was simply small and nagging but it’s long since grown into something akin to desperation, like how one’s lungs would yearn for air after holding their breath for far too long

your voice is the sweetest sound Mihawk’s ever heard and on days he isn’t aboard your crew’s ship, he wishes to hear it more than anything. you could talk to him about snail anatomy and his need would be more than satiated

your touch burns his skin but it hurts more when you let go. so often you grab him by the wrist to pull him around, the contact itself enough to send his poor heart racing. the simple action flusters him so much he always wishes for you to let go before his facade breaks but when you finally do, arriving at where you wanted to bring him, he wants nothing more than for you to hold his hand again

Mihawk feels like a child. actually, scratch that, even as a child he’d never felt this way around anyone before. always laser-focused on his swordsmanship, he never saw the need to seek out companions in general. he’d keep the rare ones he stumbled across and liked well enough but never actively looked. even meeting you was purely a coincidence; had you not joined his old friend’s crew, he’s sure you never would have met 

he’s thankful that you did, though

“would you care to join me for dinner tonight?” the swordsman asks from across the ship’s library where the two of you had been browsing books in silence for a while now.

“dinner?” you respond rather lamely, surprised by the sudden invitation. he smiles to himself but you aren’t able to catch it from so far away. he, however, more than easily notices your flustered expression. “just us two?”

“yes.”

“... is it…” you look away from his direction and kick at the floor at some non-existent rocks, “... a date? like a… romantic date?”

your sudden shy demeanour is so endearing to the man he feels what can only be described as ‘cuteness aggression’ as he resists the urge to close the wide gap in between the two of you.

“only if you want it to be,” Mihawk replies rather smoothly, a stark contrast to his anxiety-ridden heart that’s currently pounding so hard in his chest it feels like it's about to explode. at his answer, your eyes meet his and you smile so sweetly it nearly knocks him off his feet.

“it’s a date then.”

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[trippiexlove]

Heart of a Woman

Author Note: Based on the song Heart of A Woman by Summer Walker. Y'all chose it! I hope you enjoy. If you want to leave a song request for a one shot please comment on this post. Check out my master list for other one shots / stories.

Warning: Smut, Angst, P in V, Oral (f! receiving), Profanity, Praise, Toxic Relationship

Pairing: Zilla Fatu x Black OC

Word Count: 3,210

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Only thing that saving you...

Is a Heart of a Woman…

Indya leaned over the large island in the kitchen of the house she shared with her boyfriend of three years, Isayah. 

Pissed wasn't even the word. She was livid. 

Moments ago she received a random message from an unknown number. It was a message every woman dreads to get. 

A coming to you as a woman message. 

Normally she would ignore it, majority of the time it was just women trying to ruin their relationship. She knew how popular Isayah has become in the last year. His wrestling career really taking off this past year. She knew groupies came with this lifestyle. She had trusted him. But this was a constant cycle they went through. 

But this message was different. It had actual concrete proof. Pictures, screenshots and screen recordings of multiple messages and FaceTime calls.

She couldn't help but to feel the hurt and betrayal. Most of all she was more upset with herself. Knowing that this wasn't the first time, but continuously keep giving him second chances. 

She was so focused on the messages. Continuously scrolling through them, in denial, trying to find something that didn't make this true. The more she kept looking it the more she became upset. Indya was so focused on the messages until the familiar ringtone, signaling an incoming FaceTime from Isayah, came to her phone.  

When she answered the phone she could see he was outside somewhere. Seem like he was talking to someone beside before his focus turned to the phone. "What's up ma, you good?"

"I'm coo'" she was very short with him. Her attitude evident as he furrowed his brows together. She walked into the living room, propping the phone on the table before sitting on the couch. 

Isayah could sense her energy through the phone. "You sure? Yo' tone says otherwise" concern laced in his voice. 

"Who's Erica?" She didn't waste any time, crossing her arms waiting for an answer. 

Isayah scrunched up his eyebrow, a look of confusion on his face "What'chu talkin' about?"

She rolled her eyes before continuing to speak. "I won't ask again Isayah," she stated pointedly "who is Erica?"

He looked away briefly before looking down into the phone "I don't know what'chu talkin' bout Indy"

"So we're going down the route of acting like we're dumb" she nodded her head. She grabbed her phone off the table, going to the message thread. Once she pulled it up she sent all the messages and screen recordings to him. 

Isayah phone dinged from the other end. She watched his face as he read through the messages. He kissed his teeth, exiting out the thread. "Indya that's someone I used to deal with a long time ago. Haven't seen that girl in years"

"Do you really expect me to believe that?" Indya frowned. "You must take me as a dumb bitch if you think I'ma just let you sit here and lie to me when there's fucking proof!" she raised her voice. Getting more and more upset. 

"You just gon' believe her over what I'm tellin' you. I'm yo' man right?" Isayah voice rising with every word. 

"Are you my man though?" Indya lifted an eyebrow. She stared right back at him as he shot dagger through the screen. 

"Indya, stop fuckin' playin' with me. I told you I ain't seen that girl in years, the fuck you trippin' for?" Indya was token back from his words, before nodding her head.

"You know what since you wanna play dumb, I'll act fucking stupid. Go be with that bitch and stay the fuck away from me. You're single, fuck you!" Indya hung up before he could get another word in. She threw her phone down, before placing her head in her hands. She felt the tears that have been threatening to fall for a while. The constant ringing of her phone, as Isayah kept calling and texting, sounded throughout the living room. 

After a while, she wiped her eyes before grabbing her phone and blocking his number. Heading upstairs to sleep the night off. 

[Few Days Later]

Indya was out on a girl's day with her best friends, Sabrina and Tara. They got her out the house to take her mind off the fight she had a few days ago with Isayah. Refusing to let their friend to wallow in her feelings. 

They spent the day shopping, getting their nails done, and were currently at their favorite restaurant to have lunch. 

After placing their order with their server, Sabrina looked over at Indya. "We've been avoiding this conversation all day, but I think it's time to address it" Tara nodded knowing what Sabrina was getting into. "How are you feeling Indy?"

Indya sighed, throwing her head back slightly "I think I am just more mad at myself for continuing to keep taking him back."

"You can't be upset with yourself about that," Tara grabbed Indya's hand "It is not your fault that he can't grow up and see what an amazing woman he has and to treat you accordingly"

Sabrina nodded in agreement before adding in her two cents "You have been nothing but great towards him and will literally drop everything just to make sure he's ok. We all make mistakes but it's just how we learn from it"

Indya nodded. Taking in her best friends words. "It's just so hard because I really do love him." she sniffled a bit, wiping the tear that fell. 

"We understand girl," Tara sympathize with her best friend "but sometimes love isn't worth the hurt he's causing you" 

"What do you plan on doing now?" Sabrina asked as she leaned back in her chair. 

Indya sat in silence for a moment, she knew what she had to do. The decision didn't come so lightly "I'm done and forreal this time. I can't keep doing this"

"We your girls, we love you and will support you" Sabrina smiled grabbing her other hand. Tara nodding in agreement.

Indya blinked back more tears smiling at both her best friends. Truly appreciative of them. "Thanks I love y'all"

Soon the server brought over their food and the conversation shifted to something lighter. For the first time in a last few days Indya felt a weight lifted off her shoulders. Forgetting about the drama and enjoying the rest of the time with her best friends.

They paid the bill once they were done. Hopping into Sabrina's car, she started heading towards Indya's house. When the pulled up Indya sighed when she noticed Isayah's car in the driveway. 

He was back after being gone for a week due to having shows and appearances. Sabrina looked over at Indya, a certain look in her eye. "Do you need us to come in with you?"

Indya shook her head as she grabbed her keys out her purse "It's fine"

"You sure?" Tara leaned up from the front seat "We can just go in and beat his ass real quick and get your stuff"

Indya softly laughed at her friends "I promise I'll be fine. I'll text y'all"

"Ok," Sabrina said unsure "you better text us"

Indya promised she would text them as she got out, Tara taking her place in the passenger seat. She waved bye to them before walking up to the front door. She blew out a breathe before unlocking the door going inside. 

When she walked in Isayah was standing in the middle of the living room. She turned to the door locking it. 

"Where you been?" Isayah questioned, watching her every movement. Indya ignored him, throwing her keys in the bowl by the door. Walking right by him. He furrowed his eye brow as he watched her walk towards the stairs.

With quick movements he grabbed upper arm, making her turn towards him. "You hear me talkin' to you" 

"Unless you're here to admit to what the fuck you did, we don't have shit to talk about" she tried ripping her arm away from him. This caused him to grip tighter. 

"I keep telling' yo' ass that ain't shit happen between me and that girl" His frown deepened looking her dead in the eyes. 

"She literally sent me screenshots of y'all messages!" Indya felt her temper slowly increase the longer he held her arm. She was beginning to become frustrated.

"Her ass could've faked those messages and yo' goofy ass sitting here believin' them!" He raised his voice slightly. 

Indya widen her eyes in shock. In disbelief of what he said. She pushed on his chest, finally releasing herself from his grip. "Explain the pictures and videos of y'all on FaceTime then Isayah! Do you think I'm dumb?!"

"Indya tread lightly on how you speakin' to me. This is your warnin'" He squinted his eyes her direction. This only fueled the petty side of her. No longer caring how she was making him feel. 

"I don't give a fuck, you ain't scaring shit over here. You can go be with that bitch and y'all both can be hoes together!" She turned to go up the stairs, but before she could, she was pulled back. 

Isayah wrapped a hand around the based of her throat, pulled her close which made her look up his towering frame. She slightly shuddered at the the look in his eyes. His eyes going completely dark, a mix of anger and lust lingering inside them.

"I done let'chu get fly at the mouth one too many times. Now it's time for you to listen to me" Indya was getting upset with herself for just how quick she submits to him. Knowing that this was the issue in the ever ending cycle of their relationship. 

First their good, then she catches him cheating, he uses his manipulative ways, he dicks her down and then the cycle starts over. 

He could see the wheels turning in her head. Knowing she was going to try to resist he quickly scooped her up, making his way up the stairs to their shared room. 

He plopped her on the bed, hovering over her. Placing both hands on the sides of her head. He leaned down placing kisses along her neck and behind her ear. 

Indya didn't want to fall into the same old pattern again. She took her hands, pushing against his chest. "Isayah we can-" her breathe hitched as he sucked on the spot right below her ear. 

Surely leaving a mark, he took one of his hands trialing down her sides til he reached the hem of the shorts she was wearing. His hands found their way in, brushing against her wet folds. 

Indya softly moaned, arching more into his touch. He entered one finger in her, groaning at how wet and tight she was. He leaned up to look her in the eyes, entering another finger. Indya moaning out as he quickened his movements. 

"What were you sayin' baby?" Indya couldn't make up any coherent sentences, as her core tightened. "You want me to stop?" When he didn't get a response he slowed down "Do you want me to stop?" his voice deepened. Indya eyes popped open looking at him.

She whined as she moved her hips, desperate for any type of friction. Isayah took his other hand, placing them on her hips to still her movements. "No I don't want you to stop" completely submitting to him.

Satisfied with her answer he pulled her shorts and underwear off, leaving her lower half completely bare. He removed his shirt, throwing it across the room.

He left wet kisses trailing down her chest and stomach til he was leveled with her intimate area. 

He skipped all the teasing, quickly latching on to her sensitive bundle on nerves, switching from flicking his tongue across it and slightly sucking on it. His fingers entered her once more. 

Indya loudly moaned at the double stimulation. She grabbed at the sheets on the bed, trying to ground herself. "F-fuck Isayah .. I'm cumming" 

Isayah sped up the strokes of his fingers. Hitting her spot continuously, Indya reaching her climax soon afterwards. 

Isayah sat up, cupping her chin with his hands "open up for me baby" Indya stuck out her tongue, knowing exactly what he wanted. He stuck his fingers in her mouth, letting her lick off all her juices off his fingers. Once she was done he brought her into a searing kiss, tasting her sweet essence. 

He pulled away looking her deep in her eyes. "Face down. Ass up. You better arch how I like it"  he stated in a commanding tone.

Indya wasted time doing exactly what he said. Arching her back just how he liked. Isayah let out a groan of approval, sending a smack to her backside. 

As Indya waiting in anticipation, she heard the soft sound of a zipper, as Isayah shredded the last bit of clothing, coming up right behind her. She felt Isayah glide the tip between her wet folds. 

He slowly pushed in, Indya moaning out as he stretched her out. He stilled for few moments to allow her time to adjust. "Fuck, you're so tight for me ma" 

Craving more, Indya moved her hips back. Isayah taking it as a sign, picking up his rhythm quickly. Indya screamed out as he practically fucked her into the bed. 

She brought her back against his abdomen, trying to slow him down. He quickly grabbed her wrist, pinning it against her back. "Ain't no running. You been talkin' yo' shit, talk it now" 

Indya couldn't think, her brain clouded by the immense pleasure he was giving her. 

"I-Isayah I can't!" she moaned out loud. Feeling that familiar burn in the pit of her stomach. 

"Shut the fuck up and take it. This what'chu wanted right" Indya moaned loudly, Isayah groaned as he felt her clench around his length. He knew she was getting close and stopped all movements causing Indya to whimper. "You don't get to cum til I tell you to"

Isayah grabbed her other arm, holding both in one hand. He rammed back into her, causing Indya to gasp loudly. Isayah's strokes were relentless. 

The only sounds throughout the room were their skin slapping together, "Fuck, look at'chu takin' it for daddy so well" He sent a smack to her backside, Indya moaning at the stinging sensation. 

"Baby I can't hold it," she let out a breathy moan, her climax being so close "I need to cum please" she begged desperately. 

Once again Isayah stopped his strokes abruptly, pulling out of her. He laid down, pulling her on top of him. "You want yo' nut, you gotta earn it" 

Indya straddled his waist, reaching back grabbing a whole of his length. She slowly slid down, both groaning at the contact. He took a hold of her hips, bringing her down more, engulfing all of him.  "S-shit"

Indya placed one hand on his chest as she slowly went up and down. She moaned at the new angle she was in. Isayah hitting a new spot. Indya threw her head back as she picked up the pace. 

"Who pussy is it" Isayah wrapped his hand around her throat "hmm, tell daddy who pussy this is"

Indya gasped, feeling that burn in the stomach "Fuck daddy it's yours"

She rotated her hips, earning a deep guttural groan from Isayah. "Fuck, you ain't leaving' me." He moaned out again, feeling his release brewing "Damn, you feel so good baby keep it right there." 

She smiled inwardly. Feeling a little motivated sped up her movement, the grip he had on her hips tightened. "Isayah I'm cumming" she whined out. 

Isayah felt her movements slow down, he sent another smack to her backside causing her to whimper. "Keep goin' and you better not fuckin' stop, daddy cummin' wit'chu" 

With his hands wrapped around her waist he assisted by moving her faster up and down. Indya let out a drawn out moan as she released.

Her released triggering Isayah's own, pulling her into a searing kiss as they both came down from their euphoric high. 

Indya woke up, feeling extremely groggy and sore from the events earlier. She groaned as she turned over, seeing Isayah still sleep. She heart feeling heavy, remembering everything that happened. 

She reached for her phone seeing she had multiple missed calls and messages from Sabrina and Tara. 

Bri🔥: Indya are you good? Bri🔥: I swear if something happened I will sliced tf out of that big ass Samoan idc Tara❤️: Girl you need to call us back. Tara❤️: Bri is going crazy over here. You better call soon or we're pulling up.

Indya quickly texted them both back, telling them that she was ok and that she would explain in a little bit. She noticed it was a quarter after midnight. She quickly but quietly got up, throwing her clothes from earlier back on. 

When she looked back at Isayah, she felt rage start to build inside of her. Many thoughts were going through her mind. Then an idea clicked. She acted quickly, going into the closet and started grabbing his clothes. 

She moved quietly, not wanting to wake him up. She walked outside going over to Isayah's Mercedes, stuffing the clothes in there. She repeated this process about 3 more times. She grabbed the keys, backing the car away from the house. 

She went back inside grabbing the bags she had already packed, putting them in her car. Turning towards Isaiah's car once more, she took a lighter out of her pocket, flicking it on. 

She hovered the flame over a piece of clothing til it caught the flame. Quickly spreading to other article of clothing. 

Indya stood there for a moment, staring at the flame. Feeling it burn away all the hurt Isayah has cause her, feeling a sense of calm. She was quickly token out of her trance when she heard noise come from the house. Knowing it was Isayah coming, she quickly got in her car, starting it. 

When she started backing up she saw him run out the house with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. 

He saw his car in-flamed, his eyes widening in shock and rage "Indya what the fuck?!"

"Have fun with that bitch!" She quickly pulled off as he tried running towards the car. 

Indya couldn't help but laugh but also cry as she felt the overwhelming feeling of freedom and her shoulders feeling lighter. 

She didn't know how she did it but she found herself pulling in to Sabrina's house. Grabbing her things, she walked up the short walk way, knocking on the door. 

The wait wasn't long, as Sabrina quickly opened up the door, staring at her friend. Eyes drifting to the bags beside her. Without saying a word she grabbed a bag, leading Indya in the house and to the guest bedroom. 

She turned towards Indya, stood in the middle of the room. Silently crying. She brought her into hug as Indya began sobbing on her shoulder. 

"I am here for you. I am so proud of you, finally choosing yourself" She let her cry on her shoulder for a while til she stopped. She pulled out the hug, wiping her friend's tears. "Get some sleep and we'll talk in the morning" leaving the room. 

Indya sighed, going into one of the bags, changing into a pajama set. She crawled in the bed, engulfing herself with the pillows and blankets, sleep finding her quickly. 

[suugarbabe]

Mom (can I call you mom?) I need a DISGUSTING AMOUNT OF FLUFF like I need kisses YEARNING HOD THE YEARNING!?!??!?!!!!???! I'm talking DIABOLICAL angst “did you touch her?” WOUND CLEANING DESCRIPTIVE CUDDLING AND AND MOM AND I NEED MAYBE LITTLE SMUT WITH EITHER SIRIUS BLACK OR LORENZO BERKSHIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure scratching my skin begging you please your writing is my lifeline MOM FEED ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hiii lovie! mom, mommy, mommy sab; all appropriate and approved 😌

thanks sm for the request! I haven’t written smut in a hot minute so I do apologize if it’s a little jank. otherwise here you go babes (I chose Enzie baby btw)

The feeling of Enzo’s nose nuzzling against your neck before his lips attached to skin was dizzying. Your senses overloaded with all that was him and as one of his large hands splayed across your back, pulling your hips flush to his while his other braced his weight against the corridor wall you were pressed against.

“Enz,” you gasped his name out as his lips attached to a particular sensitive area just beneath your ear. “Hmm?” He hummed against your skin, dragging his lips down your neck once more before finally pulling away and meeting your eyes. “I can’t help myself, baby,” Enzo’s voice was low, almost groaning out his sentences before burying his face in your neck once more, “I just wanna devour you in the hall.”

You let out a gasping laugh, knotting your fingers through his hair to pull him off you. The fuckers eyes rolled at the action, “Fuuuck, baby, love it when you’re not afraid to be rough in front of others.” His tone of slightly teasing, allowing you to push him back a step by his chest. “You’re ridiculous Enz, and we’re both going to be late.”

Enzo only smirked as he threw an arm around your shoulder as you both walked to your next lesson, “You know McGonagall actually loves me. she only gives that disapproving look to the people she cares for.” You shook your head with a grin, pushing his arm off your shoulder as you entered the classroom.

As you stepped away from his to head to your own table, Enzo grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you back to his chest before grabbing your face and slotting his lips between yours once more. “I think that’s enough, Mr. Berkshire. You’re about hitting my limit of affection displays for the term,” Professor McGonagall firmly directed your boyfriend to his seat with a pointed finger.

Your cheeks burned red as you found your own seat a few tables in front of him. “Today we will be working in partners,” McGonagall’s began, quickly having any murmurs of the class turns to groans of complaint with her finished sentence, “that I have already chosen for you.” Thankfully you were not paired with anyone too disastrous; instead getting a very nice ravenclaw boy who was immensely helpful. Even showing you how to properly hold your want to get the incantation just right.

Which all really seemed innocent enough. At least in your mind. But on your way to dinner your heard it. That sharp change in Enzo’s voice that only comes out when his possessive side does. “I’ll ask you again, and for fucking Salazar’s sake you better have a good answer. Why were you touching what isn’t yours to fucking touch?”

You couldn’t see him yet, but it was quite easy for you to visualize; that little tilt in Enzo’s head when he’s asking a question almost mockingly. Because he doesn’t really care about the answer. He’s going to hurt them either way.

There was a small crowd formed around them; you had shoved your way through a few people just in time to see Enzo’s fist connect with the Ravenclaw’s face one, two, three times before you’re calling out to Theo and Matty to stop him.

Now Enzo was pouting on the edge of his bed, trying to keep his sour look while you dabbed a gauze over his split knuckles. “Hey, that hurts!” Enzo flinched his hand back with a hiss. You smacked the side of his thigh before grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand back towards you, “Stop being a baby, this is your fault you know! Beating on someone for no good reason. We need to get your jealousy in check.”

Enzo rolled his eyes at your words. You were having none of it, grabbing his chin and forcing his eyes to look at you, “Don’t do that.” He narrowed his eyes at you; you could almost see the gears turning in his brain to make some sort of smart ass remark. You really didn’t want a fight, even if it was half hearted.

You repositioned your grip on his chin, catching his off guard with a hand on his throat as you pull his lips to yours. He responded quickly, his hands going for your hips and pulling you to his lap. You braced yourself on his shoulders as he pulled you both further on to the bed.

You pushed back on his shoulders, Enzo taking the hint on laying back on the bed, pulling you with him. You braced yourself on either side of his head as you deepened the kiss, licking into his mouth as you ground your his down to his, causing you both to moan.

You trailed your lips across his jaw, over the skin of skin of his neck, “You know there’s nothing to be jealous of, baby…” Enzo let out a strained grunt as your teeth grazed his collar bone, your fingertips dancing along his sides causing his muscles to twitch.

“The only one I ever want is you, Enzie baby…maybe I just need to remind you how much I appreciate you, hmm?” You sat up, pulling your shirt over your head. Enzo’s eyes grew wide, his pupils dilating, iris’s growing darker. His hands were immediately on you, marveling at your bare skin, squeezing at your waist when your fingers began undoing his trousers, “Oh fuck baby, yeah?”

He raised his hips eagerly, allowing you to slide everything down his legs. You wrapped your hand around his cock while he helped you get them the rest of the way off, his eagerness nearly radiating off him as he laid down again.

You continued to work him with your hand as you kissed and nipped at his thighs, his hips bucking, begging for more. “Patience, baby,” you teased, biting and sucking at the meat of his thigh before soothing it with your tongue. Enzo opened his mouth for a smart remark but all words were lost as you chose that moment to drag your tongue up the length of his shaft.

“Fuuucking hell, baby,” you had barely gotten started and already he was praising you. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock as you spit on the head, using your other hand to spread it along his shaft before wrapping your lips around him. Enzo let out a whine of a moan, and gods did he sound so pretty.

You started to bob your head, just shallowly at first, enough to get him worked up. Then you released with a pop, a gasp leaving his lips and almost a complaint before you took one of his balls in your mouth, tongue swirling over the sensitive skin as your hand still pumped his length, thumb swiping over the tip and making his thighs twitch.

You took the other side in your mouth, flattening snd lengthening your tongue to graze that sensitive patch of skin just before his hole that had his whole body jolting and his fingers lacing in your hair. “Holy fucking Salazar, fuck, baby you keep doing that and i’m gonna cum, but I need to be in your mouth, yeah? Please baby let me fill that pretty little throat of yours,” Enzo was practically whimpering, begging. And who were you to deny such polite requests.

You flattened your tongue again, letting him fill your mouth with his cock until you could feel him hit the back of your throat; then you pushed him a little further, testing your gag reflex and swelling around the head of his cock. Slurred expletives mixed with your name spilled from Enzo’s lips as you repeated the action. You dragged your nails along the side of his abdomen, feeling the muscles in his stomach twitch and you knew he was close.

You did your best to relax your throat, Enzo’s grip on your hair getting stronger and you allowed his full length in your mouth and down your throat, nose brushing his pelvic bone. “Oh gods oh fuck oh fuck, baby i’m cumming..i’m cumming, i-i’m cum-“ a string of whining moans left his pretty pink lips as he held his cock down your throat and filled your mouth before his grip on your head lightened.

You swallowed everything he gave you, making sure to drag your tongue up his length, licking his tip clean and smirking at the way his stomach twitched before releasing him from your mouth. Enzo’s chest rose and fell rapidly as you kissed up his stomach, over his chest and along his neck before connecting your lips with his.

He hummed into the kiss before pulling away slightly and cupping your cheek, “Mmm you know I can’t guarantee I won’t get jealous again..not when I know you can do that.” You smiled, brushing your knuckle against his cheek, “That’s okay, Enz baby. I’ll just have to remind you of your appreciating again.”

[karereiko]

Hello, everyone from Yuumori fandom... Again.

Did you see morimu already? No? Then there is best time to do it now because it's put on streamings for cheap price, yes all FIVE parts.

I'm doing this post because old one in Zaiko is no longer actual. So once again here is all you need to watch Morimu with English subtitles guide!

You loved anime and manga and want more feelings, less cuts on story? Morimu is for you!

You wanna hear how Sherlock is "wind that touches William's cheek and warms his heart"? You wanna hear how Sherlock is going to "Catch Liam's heart?", Albert's guilt over dragging William into sin? Chaotic lovely family of 221B? Despair of Moriarty team as story progress? Here you have all!

So let's start. For first from all sites where Marvelous now put Morimu on streaming for any fan outside Japan the best would be Theater Complex, Morimu is on 770 yen monthly subscription there, No need for VPN, no prblems with paying, you just make account, subscribe and watch in HD. Never simpler.

There are fanmade subtitles for all 5 parts done by Kana, you can find them here:

https://kanasmusings.tumblr.com/

In order to play subtitles with streams you need Google chrome and this plugin

https://chromewebstore.google.com/detail/substital-add-subtitles-t/kkkbiiikppgjdiebcabomlbidfodipjg?pli=1

If you know any other plugin that works similar on other browsers you can try them too, I know and tried this one.

You only need to convert Kana's subtitles to .srt format because .ass won't load, we asked for permission if fans can do that and we got agree answer. Here is some Online converter site.

https://subtitletools.com/convert-to-srt-online

With that you have everything. You play video, click on plugin, pick your subtitle file and enjoy Morimu.

As always remember to not share any videos or subtitles in public places, if you need to talk or watch with friends do it only private. Morimu status and future is quite unsure currently and Japan companies are pretty strict, it won't be problem for fandom only but also might to you because Marvelous tracks all files of their stages/musicals and ban/delete them without mercy.

Here is official Twitter of Morimu if you wanna know more and you are still unsure if to watch it:

https://x.com/mu_moriarty

And here is Youtube playlist of official promo stuff:

https://youtu.be/uNCL2JzafmI?si=p1jZIk1wPYr8JTCi

Oh How I love trailers for DVD/Bluray of OP1 and OP5 T_T

[wisteriahyacinth]

@fhfnejd @alwaysstreetsahead thank you for caring 🥺😭😥 here is part 2. Going more in depth.

I think the main reason why I'd struggle to be friends with everyone is because of the timing. The best way I could describe it is if you wanted to make friends with a stranger at a funeral. Like, you know you're never gonna see them ever again, but the timing to make friends is SO BAD.

I'd also like to add that I have like 0 social skills online and irl, so there's that. I overthink, get intimidated easily, and I always wonder if my friends are actually my friends. Like.. lukewarm friends aren't a consept to me. You're either a friend, or not.

First off, Luke:

I feel like he already has such a disconnect with everyone at camp except for Annabeth. He probably saw everyone as a duty or a responsibility. He'd probably be nice to me, as he was nice to pretty much everyone, even Percy. He literally stole stuff just for him. But I feel like I'd wonder if he'd see me as a friend, which probably wouldn't make me think we were. We could bond over parent stuff cuz duh, but then again, I don't think we'd be close so I wouldn't consider him a friend.

Next, Percy. He gives off not the energy I'd vibe with. He's.. mischievous? Trickster-y? Not necessarily a person I'd gravitate toward. I'd probably avoid him. But if I didn't avoid him, again, I'd probably feel bad for trying to comr up to him when he's mourning over the loss of his mom. Then of course after TLT he's like super popular and busy and stressed. I don't think I'd have the courage to walk up to someone like him. He's charismatic and charming. Not a person I'd feel comfortable yapping my interests to.

Annabeth: knowing Athena kids and their fatal flae of pride, I'd probably.. really dislike her? I'd feel threatened and unhappy. But again if I wanted to walk up to her, she's again super intimidating. She's an amazing strategist and fighter even before the og series. Like.. i know for a fact that I'd suck at everything demigodly, (despite the quiz saying im an athena kid, which NO I WANNA BE A HERMES KID, I AM NOT SMART) and i don't think Annabeth would want to be friends with me. She also just seems really cold. I feel like what would happen is that we'd meet at the arts and crafts area or library, and she'd either look very busy, or if I tried to talk to her, she would probably look uninterested and I'd overthing, causing me to ignore her forever (EVEN IF THE QUIZ SAYS SHE'S MY SISTER)

Jason: there are 2 ways we could go about this. Either im a roman camper or a greek camper. Let's start with roman

Roman- if I was a Roman camper, I assume I'd be put in the worst cohort. Perfect since Jason belongs there. BUT! Knowing his reputation, he'd probably really intimidate me. Like yeah, he tried his goddamn best to be down to earth, but I have the strange feeling that he'd be.. like Mai from ATLA? Just, trying his best to be down to earth and normal, but also walking a tightrope to use his power and influence to make things better. He has to be rigid and stiff for people to respect him enough to make changes. Like.. maybe I'd be friends with him, but I try really really hard to be friends with someone. This might cause him to think that I have bad intentions when in reality, im just insecure. He'd probably be friends with me, because I know I'd be like at the very bottom of the rank, but then again, i feel like I'd worry if our friendship was genuine.

Greek- If I was greek, I'd probably just seem him come into camp one day using the roman names of the gods. Which probably would put me off, but i don't think it would stop me from wanting to be friends with him. I just think that with him being all busy with the quest and stuff, that I'd have no time to get to know him and that I'd still probably be intimidated by him. If not by him, then I'd probably be scared of Piper hating me for wanting to be friends with him.

Piper: Knowing me, I'd probably try to make friends with Jason first. This could make her potentially dislike me. But if I didn't, I don't know if I'd have enough in common with her to be friends with her. Just thinking about her character, I don't know if she'd be willing to listen to be ramble about random things. It'd probably be like with Annabeth, where I try to talk to her, then I end up not knowing how to continue the conversation, and then overthink causing me to just completely avoid her.

Leo: I might actually become friends with Leo, assuming he isn't stuck in his cabin? Like.. he seems funny, and I know for a fact that I'd see through his facade cuz I RELATE BRO. Like, I may not know WHY, but I know we'd relate to each other. He seems charming enough for me to want to get to know him, but also not very cold or judgemental, which may make me inclined to talk to him. I just don't know if we'd have much of a friendship cuz duh, main characters have too interesting of lives and basically forget friendships with characters that aren't main characters. :(

Frank: Frank seems to be.. normal and approachable. Like.. he doesn't strike me as a person whp would judge me for being weird. And I feel like we'd relate to not associating with our godly parents. Like i took the quiz and got Athena, but i associate more with hermes. Because strategy n stuff, i suck at, but Luke in TLT described Hermes kids as jacks of all trades and masters of none, which feels perfect for me. Just like how Frank felt like he didn't fit in with the typical child of Mars stuff and preferred to be seen as a child of Apollo.

Hazel: She also seems like Frank, very sweet and nice and normal. She doesn't seem like she'd judge me. She might scare me a bit because she can be very strong, but hey, that just means that if she saw me feeling insecure about my friendship with her, she'd reassure me strongly.

Grover: I might become friends with Grover? The only thing is that I wonder if I'd feel secure. Because like.. what if he only became friends with me because of his job of being a protector?

Silena: I think I'd become friends with her. She just seems like a sweet person. All she wants to do is make things better. Especially with the Aphrodite rite of passage. She seems to be a good person who will do the right thing when it's needed.

Will: I don't know, because again, he has so many responsibilities. He'd probably intimidate the hell out of me. And the timing too! I could have made friends with him in like.. TTC? But.. I dunno.

Nico: HOW WOULD I MAKE FRIENDS WITH THIS GUY?? HE'D SCARE THE HELL OUT OF ME. Like.. there's a chance that I'd want to be friends with him. He's a loner, im a loner, it makes sense. But also.. i imagine him to just look constantly unhappy. I feel like I'd fear him getting angry at me. I'd probably try to talk to him about.. something? Maybe something nerdy if I snooped enough to know that about him? But I really don't know if he'd be willing to listen to me talk about Superman for 2 hours.

Reyna: Reyna is just like Jason. She's just.. so stiff and rigid. Like.. she just looks so intimidating. Assuming im a roman in this scenario, when she first gets to camp, she's probably already very skilled. I could have tried making friends with her, but then again, she was like Jason. A perfect candidate to be preator. Someone who is seen like that is very responsible, very put together. Aka, the perfect person to scare me away and make me feel self-conscious. I'd probably have a better chance making friends with Jason compared to Reyna.

Rachel: There's just no way. She's like.. a minor celebrity or something? Rich and powerful and an activist. I could very well have become friends with her talking about activism stuff, but she's also rich and well, she just seems like a person who'd make me insecure again.

Thalia: There is literally no time in which a regular camper could talk to Thalia. She gets revived then is sent on a mission to get Nico and Bianca. Then there's the whole quest in TTC then she becomes a hunter. WHERE IN THAT TIME AM I, A REGULAR CAMPER SUPPOSED TO TALK TO HER?? Also she's punk.. I feel like she'd scare me away. Like.. maybe I'd think really hard to talk to her. But then i feel like a convo with her might fizzle out and make me overthink again.

Is there anyone im missing? I really dunno if I should make a part 3 lol

[sossolei]

I'm actually crying rn please, how do I really shift? For a fact Ik that shifting and manifestation is real. But I've been unable to shift my awareness to my Dr.. I saw your hogwarts posts and im really happy and glad that you get to experience all of that but I can't even shift to a better version of my cr let alone some fictional world??I really wanna get out of this abusive household, it's messing up with my mental peace each day, everyday waking upto fights and getting blamed for being a disappointment. I'm sorry I'm not trauma dumping but I just really wanna get out of here.

I am 10000% going to make a more detailed post about this very soon, but to answer your question right now, the best advice I can give you is to genuinely stop listening to other people and try to make shifting/a ritual before shifting, as fun as possible.

Advice is great don’t get me wrong, but after a certain point everyone is just repeating the same talking points and yapping about things that don’t work for you and your journey. Find your own groove but for now here’s what I’ll say:

1. Practice meditation as often as you can. Do it for sleep. Do it while you’re awake. Do it before school or work. Do it whenever and genuinely get in tune with who you are without a body and without a mind. You are pure consciousness and meditation is one of the best ways to internalize this.

2. Since you mentioned manifesting, practice small manifestions in your current reality because that is also considered reality shifting. Every time you decide to walk left instead of right, you’ve just shifted realities because universe is now adapting to what you have chose. If you think manifesting is your thing, build up your confidence within that AND ( best part ) try to manifest things from your better c.r, into your current reality. Start off small like maybe a cute cup from your better reality to bring into your current one or even some curtain bangs to look more like your better reality self—not only will these things build your confidence but they will also make you feel so connected to that other reality. Genuinely apply this and you’ll wake up one day and realize something so small like a cup, or a cute notebook from your other reality that is in your c.r means that that reality is never as far as you think it is.

3. Be mindful of the language you use. Never come back from a shifting attempt and think, “omg I didn’t shift again”, instead switch that to “damn I gotta practice waking up in that other reality instead of just sleeping there all the time” does that make sense? You realistically could’ve shifted while you slept, but because you were sleeping, you wouldn’t have noticed. HELLO! It makes sense guys.

That’s all I can say right now but definitely ask me anything else, I’d love to help in any way I can and I can guarantee you will shift to that reality ( even if you haven’t already ) because you shift every single day and this reality is no different than choosing pizza instead of burgers for dinner LOL.

[fkinkindagauche]

A Helping Hand

We are back with the deranged Harringrove Merfolk of Lake Michigan AU. This one is a fill for @harringrovewinterbingo, square B1 - "coffee shop".

Rating: Explicit | WC: 2,537 | Tags: AU - No Upside Down, AU - Merpeople, Enemies to lovers who are still enemies, hand jobs, mutual masturbation | CW: None for this one.

The fic can also be read on AO3. The first two installments in this AU are The First Taste and Not a Fish, Out of Water. While this can be read without going through those, reading those will enhance your experience!

Many, many thanks to @dame-zoom-a-lot for continuing to beta this series! Please check out their awesome Tumblr posts of Murray's field notes, set in this AU: Day 0 Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4

"What the fuck is that?" Billy asked, pointing at the steaming cardboard cup held tightly between Steve's hands.

"It's coffee," Steve replied, like that told Billy fucking anything. Harrington could be so goddamn snotty. "I got it from that little shop." He pointed behind him at one of the storefronts lining the dinky little main street. Steve sat down next to Billy on the bench, looking at the deserted, snow-covered park in front of them.

They'd spent the day canvasing this stupid town looking for El, coming up with nothing, as usual. They'd been here for a week, and hadn't gotten a single lead. Made Billy wonder if Max had been wrong about El's stupid little boyfriend living in Hawkins. El was a merperson, too. She should have been as clueless as Steve and Billy had been upon first coming out of the lake and entering the human world. How was she managing to hide so well?

A weird scent wafted from Steve's cup, like nothing Billy had ever smelled before. He wrinkled his nose. "What is that?"

"I told you. It's coffee," Steve repeated with a little smirk, taking a sip. He was bouncing his legs a mile a minute, the motion in his peripheral vision was driving Billy nuts.

"What. The fuck. Is coffee?" Billy grumbled through clenched teeth.

Steve stopped bouncing his legs for a second and looked at Billy. "It's a drink adult humans seem to like," he said, speaking much faster than usual." He didn't wait for Billy to reply before continuing. "Apparently it's some sort of stimulant, but you can mix it with all sorts of sugary things. It's like a hot dessert that gives you lots of energy. You wanna try it?"

Steve stuck the hot cup out jerkily, nearly splashing Billy in the face.

Billy sent him a suspicious glare. "You tryin' to poison me again?" Steve had, in fact, poisoned Billy once when they were fifteen after Billy's team absolutely obliterated Steve's in obelisks.

Steve rolled his eyes. "That was only a little poison, definitely not enough to kill you. Just give you a little tummy ache."

"A little tummy ache?" Billy spluttered. "I was sick for days!"

"Well you should've thought about that before you broke my arm," Steve insisted.

Billy crossed his arms over his stomach and harrumphed.

Steve pointedly took a sip of the coffee then held it out to Billy. "See? No poison."

Billy grabbed the cup. He took a big gulp, just to be sure Harrington couldn't accuse him of being a pussy. Then he instantly spat it out all over the snow in front of him.

"That's disgusting!" he yelped. "It's, like, trying to be sweet and failing."

Steve let out a full-throated laugh, his head falling back. Billy stared at the line of his throat. He could kiss it. Fuck no.

Billy shoved the cup back into Steve's hand. "Enough dicking around," he said, voice gruff. "Let's go walk around the high school again."

They took off in the direction of the school, walking down mostly deserted streets. Billy thought he'd get to see actual cities, filled with all sorts of people. Instead, he was stuck in this backwater. It figured that his first trip above water was turning out to be a total drag.

Steve stopped twice more for coffee as they walked around that day. He would not shut up, talking a mile a minute, fueled by the coffee. Billy was ready to murder Steve by the time they got back to the motel where Murray had set them up before he'd fucked back off to his own town.

He took a long shower, to give himself time away from Steve's non-stop yapping. It also gave him time to further explore the discovery he'd made a few days ago. As the warm water loosened up his back, he looked down at his dick.

They'd been prepped on human anatomy during a course in school in case any of them ended up getting sent on a mission up top. So he knew that in addition to its excretory functions, his dick was also an external reproductive organ. But he hadn't known that touching it would feel so good. If he went at it long enough, he could get to a sensation almost like when he came from having his stalks or core stimulated in his mer body. It was kinda messy, but worth it. Especially if he did it in the shower, where the mess would just go down the drain.

He squirted some soap into his hand and grabbed his cock. It had already started to harden, just from him thinking about doing this. It only took a few pumps of his fist and then it was fully hard.

He kept stroking, twisting a bit every few strokes at the top. He tried very hard to keep his mind carefully blank, to just focus on the feeling of pleasure building in his lower abdomen. But he kept seeing little flashes of Harrington, like he did every fucking time he tried this.

It started with thinking about Steve's neck when he'd thrown back his head and laughed that morning, about how the two moles on his throat shifted. He thought about the laugh itself, the tone of it, so free and easy. He thought about Steve's lips, open enough to show his bright white teeth. Thoughts of Steve's lips made Billy's mind drift to the night of the midwinter party, before they'd come up onto land.

Billy gave up trying to avoid the thoughts and sank into the memory, pumping his hand over his cock furiously. He remembered the way Steve's lips had felt against his, so plush and soft despite the cut that Billy had elbowed into them earlier that night. Remembered the way Steve's stalks had felt against his core. He kept going, stroking his cock until his whole body clenched up with pleasure and the weird white liquid was shooting out of it.

He came down slowly, pulling in deep breaths. He made sure the stuff was all washed down the drain, wondering what the hell was in it. Eggs? Spores? Their class hadn't covered how reproduction worked for humans. They had only even talked about dicks so they'd know how to piss, and the reproductive aspect was just briefly mentioned.

Steve was practically vibrating when Billy came out of the bathroom. He had another fucking coffee in his hand.

"Are you sure that's a good idea before sleeping?" Billy asked, nodding to the cup as he toweled off his hair. Steve's eyes skittered over Billy's body as one of his legs bounced.

"Why wouldn't it be?" Steve asked.

Billy laughed. "Steve. It's a stimulant. Meant to keep you awake."

Steve frowned, like he hadn't thought of that before.

"Sometimes I wonder if there's anything going on in there," Billy said, flicking Steve's forehead.

Steve batted away Billy's hand, slamming his coffee down on the bedside table. "Fuck off, Billy."

Billy shrugged, sliding into his bed and turning on the TV. At least there were two beds at the motel. And a TV.

He loved watching the TV. It showed him the types of experiences he'd thought he would be getting coming up here - cities with huge buildings, beautiful humans, gun fights, car chases. Why was none of that happening in Hawkins?

Steve got up to dump his final coffee down the drain in the bathroom. He settled back in the bed, but got back up just minutes later to pace again. Then he went back to the bed. Then he got up again. Billy lost count of the times Steve tossed and turned in the bed only to get up again and pace.

"My chest feels funny," Steve complained while Billy was trying to watch a large bald man drive a car between two skyscrapers in a desert. "Like my heart's beating really fast."

"Do I look like I care?" Billy asked, looking over at him with what he hoped was an annoyed expression.

Steve let out an exaggerated sigh and flopped back down onto his bed. "Do you think I could die of coffee poisoning?"

"One can only hope," Billy muttered, jacking up the volume on the TV. Billy turned off the TV once the movie was over, settling into his bed to sleep.

"My stomach hurts," Steve whispered into the darkness. Billy threw a pillow at him.

Billy was just drifting off to sleep when Steve sighed loudly and flopped around in his bed.

"Harrington," Billy grumbled. "Calm the fuck down and go to sleep."

"I don't think I can," Steve whispered. "I think I'm gonna be awake forever."

Billy rolled his eyes at the melodrama. "Just fuckin' try, okay? Or at least be quiet about being awake."

Billy fell asleep pretty soon after that, but was woken up some time later by a loud crash and a muttered, "oops" from Harrington.

He sat up, turning on the lamp on the bedside table. Steve was standing by the window. A large book was on the floor beside him.

"What are you doing?" Billy snarled.

"Reading! To try to go to sleep," Steve explained. "It's a book by someone named Gideon, I found it in the bedside table. Not sure what a Bible is. But it's got some pretty brutal stuff going on."

Billy knew he was going to need to resort to drastic measures if he was going to get any sleep tonight. He could knock Steve out with that fat book he'd dropped on the floor. But if he didn't knock him out with the first hit, they'd end up beating the shit out of each other and that would get messy, and probably just rile Steve up even more. He did know one thing that was messy but much more calming. "Look, have you tried pulling on your dick?"

Steve gave him a very apprehensive look. "Have I tried what?"

"Your dick," Billy repeated, pulling the covers down and motioning to his. Steve looked down at his own dick. Neither of them wore clothes when they were in the motel room. They both still hated clothes.

"Why would I pull on it?" Steve asked. "Are you fucking with me?"

Billy sighed. "No, I'm not fucking with you. I figured it out the other day. Has it ever been, like, hard when you've woken up?" Steve nodded. "Well, if you pull on it a bunch, it gets hard like that, and if you keep going, it will get to the point where it feels like an orgasm."

Steve frowned. "Seriously?" He didn't look convinced. He probably thought this was some prank Billy was pulling.

Billy took his own cock in hand and started to stroke.

"Wh- what are you doing?" Steve asked, moving back to his bed and sitting on the edge.

"Showing you. Since you won't believe me." It had been long enough since his shower that he was able to get hard again. He let go for a moment to squirt a little lotion on his hand from a bottle on his bedside table. He threw it at Steve, who caught it on instinct.

"It feels better with something to smooth the glide," Billy explained. He took himself back in hand, moving his palm up and down the length.

Steve still looked incredibly suspicious, but intrigued. He put some lotion on his hand, then reached for his own cock. Billy watched as he stroked it a few times, trying to mimic Billy but not quite managing. His eyes kept darting back and forth between Billy's hand and his own, like he was trying to get it exactly right. The dumbass was thinking way too much, he hadn't even gotten hard yet.

"You're really bad at this, Harrington," Billy said with a huff. He walked over to Steve's bed and sat down beside him. "Watch from this angle." Billy resumed his stroking. His shoulder brushed against Steve's with each stroke. He could smell the soap Steve used (he'd insisted on buying a fancy brand that Billy refused to use), could feel the warmth coming off of Steve's skin.

Billy's cock was plenty hard now, but Steve's was still flagging. His hand movements were jerky, and his fist was too loose.

"May I?" Billy asked, motioning down to Steve's flaccid cock with his hand.

Steve shrugged. "Fine. But I don't think it works. I probably got a defective one."

Billy rolled his eyes. "No, you're just bad at it." He put one of his hands over Steve's, guiding the other man's hand in a few gentle strokes. "Squeeze a little harder, like this," Billy said, squeezing on Steve's hand. "Then sort of… twist it every once in a while."

He felt Steve's cock getting hard beneath their hands. "Oh," Steve muttered, surprised. "Okay." Billy let go since Steve seemed to get the hang of it. He stayed sitting next to Steve, reaching his hand back to his own cock.

He looked up briefly and froze. There was a blush spreading across Steve's chest, up his neck and onto his cheeks. Billy wanted to kiss that flushed skin, lick up the little beads of sweat building at Steve's collarbone. Fuck. Why did his brain have to keep doing this to him? Steve was not attractive. He was an insufferable privileged rich kid with too many moles. (Cute moles.)

Steve was panting now, the sound filling the small room. "Shit. This feels good," Steve mumbled. Billy watched the muscles of Steve's belly work as he thrust his hips up into his fist. He wanted to bite them.

"That's it," Billy encouraged, feeling pleasure build in his own body as he watched Steve. "Keep going." A bead of sweat started to drip down one of Steve's pecs and Billy couldn't fucking help himself. He bent his head forward and licked.

Steve yelped and shuddered as the white liquid shot out of his cock. Most of the mess stayed on his stomach but a few drops reached his face. "What the fuck?" Steve screamed, looking down at his dick in shock. "What the hell was that?"

Billy laughed, coming back to himself. Hopefully Steve would just forget that lick had ever happened in his shock. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that part."

Steve shoved Billy's shoulder with his free hand. "You forgot to mention that weird stuff would squirt out of my dick when I came?"

Billy shrugged. "Slipped my mind."

Steve wiped the liquid off his face. "It's sticky," he said in disgust. "What is it?"

"I don't know," Billy admitted. "Try to go to sleep now, princess."

Billy got up and slid back into his own bed as Steve went to the bathroom to wash himself off. Steve's breathing evened out quickly once he got back into his bed, so at least Billy would be able to get some sleep tonight.

He reached beneath his covers, taking his cock in hand again. If he thought of the way Steve's skin had tasted while he was touching himself, and the noises Steve had made when he'd come, that was fine. No one needed to know.

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[detectivechen]

come on, bars!!! ur very generous take has so many interesting points.

If he just wanted to be friends again, sure whatever, this is fine, but we know he's trying to flirt with her again, we know he's trying to build back to a relationship...but he's doing nothing to actually make it up to her as a romantic partner. it's just empty flirty banter with no actual intentional change in how he communicates with her as someone he wants to build a relationship with.

i didn’t understand the writers' intentions until ur interpretation here. ftr, i don’t think lucy was unsure about her decision-making when she approached tim at work with her new seth findings. i think, given her nonexistent TO training, she was unsure of her options. was there a punishment less severe than a washout for two infractions that come perilously close to perjury and/or fraud?

tim's response seemed so competitive, like he didn't wanna point lucy towards a solution so his rookie swims while hers sinks. (issuing two blue pages seemed more than reasonable to me.)

now i get why i’m so willing to attribute lucy’s behavior to her upbringing beyond my clear bias. she’s been fairly consistent throughout the show’s entire run, unlike current tim (S4+), who seems incapable of following through on ‘small doses’.

‘small doses’ can’t happen only at his convenience lmao??? him acting exasperated at the end as a person who’s tryna get his girl back was mad. the love of your life wants to talk to you at the end of a long day and still trusts you as a sounding board after you smashed her heart into smithereens and this is how you repay that loyalty? by acting like you don’t know how to–or worse, don’t want to–deal with her anxious (not clinical) energy…again...when you're more professionally experienced?! foundational tim (S1-S3) would never. 

tim hasn’t built up his account in lucy’s trust bank enough for me to comfortably support them getting back together officially so soon. but hey, girls need love too. i’m interested in what happens next week, but i'm losing patience. shit or get off the pot.

I just keep thinking about the two Chenford interactions we got this episode and how they rubbed me the wrong way.

The intention of Tim's actions felt correct but the way he expressed them felt...really off for what we're being told about his character arc.

The intention/outcome of both those interactions seemed to be focused on the idea of pushing Lucy towards taking ownership for her Rookie, making sure she is the one making decisions and not relying on her old mentor relationship with Tim to have him tell her if she's right or wrong. It's the right move, it's propelling her character out of feeling like the eternal student into someone who has authority and feels confident in her own judgements. So for Lucy's character great.

But for Tim's this reset back to season 3/4 colleague behaviour feels so out of touch with what was set up in season 6 and what Eric has said in interviews about Tim working on himself and trying to offer Lucy the 'small doses of kindness she'll allow' (a phrase I am starting to get pretty bloody sick of given how much it's been an empty statement). He should be attempting to branch the distance by actually verbalizing his improvement, not treating her like Angela one minute then making wistful puppy eyes at her the next. If he just wanted to be friends again, sure whatever, this is fine, but we know he's trying to flirt with her again, we know he's trying to build back to a relationship...but he's doing nothing to actually make it up to her as a romantic partner. it's just empty flirty banter with no actual intentional change in how he communicates with her as someone he wants to build a relationship with.

Like what those scenes should have had was Tim actually acknowledging that that is what he's doing- pushing Lucy to step into her new role without using him as a crutch. It should have been him stopping her and outright saying "I know you're used to coming to me as your old TO to help you make these choices, but as a TO yourself you need to be confident in making your own decisions. I want to support you, but the best move to make here is to step back and let you grow. If we're going to move forward as equals, I need to start treating you like an equal" (because tbh not treating each other as equals was a big part of their relationship breakdown)

I'm willing to accept Lucy's behaviour as at least being in character because to be honest Lucy is a bit of a 'go along to get along' personality, and she does often sacrifice her comfort to make social dynamics easier (hello emotionally abusing parents), and I do think we might be building towards her getting to put him in his place next episode, but Tim's behaviour seems pretty at odds with what they were setting up

[unorcadox]

it’s kinda crazy how no matter how much positive feedback i get on my work, there’s one negative comment someone made that’s stuck in my mind like glue

[sleepyblr-heart]

this'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me

[change-the-rules]

oh Wait A Second

Hang The Fuck On

Ive Got Another Thing Actually my beloved eloise Also came up with the dumbass plan to claim to be whistledown when she was backed into a corner by the queen it was a stupid plan then same as it was for cressida

the difference being eloise was confiding unwittingly To whistledown who immediately did everything in her power to shut that shit down for obvious reasons

ELOISE WAS IN DAMN NEAR THE SAME POSITION AS CRESSIDA WAS

at least in terms of personal desperation and impending doom closing in like for the love of fuck no one else could have possibly been in a better position to if not help then at the very Least EMPATHIZE

if everything went exactly as it had but *before* the dropping of the 'friendship soured' Out of Nowhere eloise had tried to comfort or reason with cressida Especially from this VERY RIDICULOUSLY SPECIFIC AND NICHE common thread but nuture and fear won out and cressida still went ahead with her ill-advised gambit?

and their friendship imploded accordingly

I would Not be nearly as annoyed as I am now because hey I like angst WHEN ITS GOOD STORYTELLING like damn

IT WAS RIGHT THERE Y'ALL ELOISE LITERALLY EXPERIENCED IT SHE HAD THE SAME THOUGHT WHY DID NO ONE USE THAT

[chrisbangs]

i finished thesis, won an award, and have graduated.. hello 👋🥸

[transannabeth]

hi. for people who saw gatsby: an american myth. do you remember mckee asking nick for lunch. and then gatsby in like the next scene inviting nick for lunch. because i remember.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"You'll never drown if you keep swimming.." very nice words to hear after the stressful ordeal of making a deal with the devil! I REALLY LOVE JAY FERIN. when shes not carrying the team in battle shes very much carrying more emotional luggage than others seem to give her credit for. im cheering for her! go girl, go get the team together!