#want to watch bad things happen to people

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I CAN BE YOUR ANTIDOTE TONIGHT ♡

synopsis. even if caleb isn't there physically, he can still make you cum.

cw. unawared voyeurism, phone sex, mutual masturbation, fem reader, he calls you princess, caleb's a creepo like ughh, nasty perverted man does nasty perverted things like watch you jerk off

add ons. big thanks to gracie poo for getting me out this slump </3 @rcvcgers . this wasn't proofread sorry my grammar goats ily I'll edit if I read and see mistakes

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it hadn't been long since you left skyhaven to go back home to linkon. it also hadn't been long since caleb had hired someone to break into your home and set up cameras around your house. okay, fine, he admits that he was probably breaking major laws but sometimes good people have to do bad things to protect the ones they love. he just.. so happen to be one of those good people.

at least that's what he told himself.

he watched you about 4 hours a day, watching your scheduled routine as many other monitors flooded his vision. it was fine. he was used to soaking in information just by a glance, so it wasn't stressful. it was one of the many skills he thanked himself for learning. he could multitask; be at work and watch you.

"I need, hah, to finish writing this report - hn" he would mutter to himself as he watched you through his big monitor, his cock twitching as he oh so gently rubbed his tip through his pants. okay. so what if he was hard from just watching you? it was out of his control. it really was. he watched as the live feed showed you rubbing yourself through your panties. how you shuffled to make yourself feel good.

it was truly unprofessional. he needed to turn off his monitor, think about something else and get back to work.. but he just couldn't. not when you spread your legs so widely, almost invitingly. how you fondled your tits while you whined and begged for him like a dog. oh how he wished he could be there to help you, to touch you. yet he was sitting down, in his office, practically palming himself while watching you through hidden camera's.

he was such a pervert.

it wasn't until caleb had heard his phone ring, annoyed he turned it to see who was calling. his frown soon turning into surprise as he lowered the volume to 0 on his monitor and picked up the surprising call, his eyes darting from the screen back to the phone.

he watched as you tried to steady your breath, how your hands slipped through the waistline of your panties, how you placed your phone down on the bed. face straight into your pillow. he couldn't help but smile, it was cute. what a show you were putting on for him.

"hey pip-squeak. what's the matter?" he said trying to sound as normal as possible. it was hard trying not to moan while watching you fuck yourself on the phone with him. how nasty you were.

"caleb!" you moaned, your breath heavy as you covered your mouth occasionally. "I um- I missed you. I just wanted to hear how your day was going." you sounded frantic - erratic even. your words fast and slurred, hushed. he couldn't help but hold in a chuckle. oh how cute you were.

"my day's good." he said, his hand swirling around the slit of his leaking tip. fuck, he would have to clean his uniform later. "I have a meeting to go to, pips. I'll call you after -" he was quickly silenced by the hurried "no"'s that fell out of your mouth. he smirked, did you want to hear his voice that badly you would jerk off to just hearing him talk about business? how desperate were you?

he looked back to the monitor, how your eyes puffed with tears, how good he was making you feel without having to even try. it could only make his cock twitch.

"hm? is something wrong? you sound a little hurried there." he teased, seeing your teeth impale your lip. "everything's... 'kay here." you couldn't even finish a full sentence. do you think he was that stupid? if he didn't have his monitor or cameras you would still be easy to figure out. the thought alone made him hungry for you.

"really? doesn't sound like it. what are you doing?" he asked oh so innocently. he watched as your hands pulled out of your panties, taking one of your pillows and putting it between your legs, rutting like some dog in heat. caleb tugged on his pants, now bringing his cock out fully. he moved his hand swiftly, listening for the click of his office door and the id lock power to his face only. good. no disturbances.

"pips? c'mon tell me. what are you up to." his voice beginning to shake as he fisted himself. oh the view of you was so so good. you were gorgeous even. he should be there, touching you and feeling you. making you cry and beg for more. how hands should be all of you, his hands pumping in and out of your throbbing cunt. fuck fuck he needed to get off work. the trip to skyhaven to linkon is only 2 hours. he'd gladly take the 2 hours if it meant seeing you, tasting you.

"I - I've 'missed you caleb" you whined out, practically moaning for him. "I needed to hear your voice again. please you make me feel good." you were practically begging for him. and from the look at his monitor he could even see tears roll down your cheek. he couldn't say no to you, the files could wait and he could skip one meeting. you asked so nicely, who was he to say no? he wasn't cruel.

"okay then princess, since you asked me so nicely." he coo'd softly. "stop whatever your doing and just feel yourself." he watched you listen. you didn't question him, why would you? you moved the pillow away your hands dancing around your body. oh fuck, caleb wanted to cum but he couldn't. he needed to hold out for his baby of course.

"feels nice, right? 'need you to touch your tits for me. don't be so harsh with them, gently. rub them, show them the love i'd show them. you can do that right princess?" your hands sliding in your sports bra, oh did it feel good. how you imagined how it was his fingers pinching at your swollen nipples. caleb groaned at the sigh. the sound of him making you shudder.

caleb soaked up the view, "alright, now slowly, make your way to your cunt. not so fast - just a feel around your panties, yeah?” he coo’d. oh how you missed him, his hands, his warmth. you needed him. you whined and in return he let out a grunt.

he couldn’t help but watch as you wrecked yourself, how you imagined he was there. touching you, making you feel good oh god how good he could make you feel. he could touch you in all the right places - all the places that needed to be adored and appreciated for. you were beautiful. “i know baby. slip your panties over, small circles alright?” moaned,

you nodded with hums okay “mhm”s and pants. your legs twitching and body bucking forward. your whines for caleb becoming needier and needier. “i need you caleb , please i need you so badly.” your hands rubbing around your slit. he was trying. oh how he wanted to be with you. it’s fine. the papers could wait - the meetings could wait. it was one meeting he could skip, pleasing you was more important.

you were drenched. he could see your panties soaked, going down your legs as you lifted your legs for a better feeling , god were you ready. “okay okay, one finger in - ” you moved your hand lower, slipping one finger inside your cunt, groaning and twitching. “i know baby, ‘cmon in and out. i know you can do it, find a rhythm” and you did. in and out , in and out “add another.” oh were you fucking soaked.

caleb watched as you fucked yourself; how you imagined your small fingers was his. how it was his hands going in and out of you. pumping you. making you feel so good. you couldn’t help but cry out for him, making him fist his cock faster. he wished he was there with you. you could take him so nicely. your throbbing cunt molding into the shape of his cock. how he would slide in and out of you.

he knew your fingers weren’t just enough. how they couldn’t compare to his thick hands, and how he touched you. how he kissed every single part of your body, making sure that your cunt felt appreciated. why couldn’t you have moved to skyhaven? it was nice, safe, closer. you would be closer. you could be loved and touched all you wanted - when you asked. when you needed him so desperately like you needed him now. caleb moaned as he watched you become a mess.

you lifted your legs up a bit, so you could reach further. you whined as caleb watched you, exploring your body with his eyes. “add another one for me baby.” you nodded - sounds of “mhm”s and “okay”s. you slip another finger inside yourself, hips bucking upwards as your hands pumped into your cunt faster.

“caleb — caleb please ‘m gonna cum. can i? please let me cum please.” you begged him. “yeah? cum for me baby, ‘cmon you can do it. use your other hand and ride it out.” he watched as you spread your legs, rubbing and pumping. your face fucked and dazed - oh how much of a perfect mess you were. a mess he made. your sounds making his cock twitch as he met your pace. the sound of you two panting and moaning like dogs for each other.

you cried out for him, your body shaking and quivering , making caleb almost proud. “i know baby, i know, i know. you’re doing so good for me princess, you sound so so good.” he coos. how pretty you were like this, a show just for him without you knowing. knowing that he was watching your every touch, gasp and quiver. he just cum by looking at you.

caleb jerked his hips forward, grunting. fuck he was close too. he thought about your touch, how he would be deep inside you. his cock buried deep inside your cunt, molding your shape into his. how you would need him to please you over and over again because your fingers just won’t do. he thought about where he would cum on you, your soft tits, your stomach, your pretty ‘lil face.

it didn’t matter, he knew where he would cum in. he would be hitting every spot in you, your walls clenching on his cock while you begged for him. he would fill you up to the brim, making you drip with his load. how perfect you’d feel around him.

that’s where his cum needed to be, that’s where it deserved to be, where it belonged. buried deep inside of you.

it didn’t take long until both of you were groaning with pleasure, the silence after you both made a mess. caleb reassuring how well you did for him and how beautiful you looked. you thought it was weird on how you two were on the phone and he couldn’t see you but you ignored it.

caleb hung up after telling you to get some rest and he’d see you when he went back to linkon. looking at his desk.

fuck, he was going to need a new monitor.

[beatlblog]

#LOVE when celebrities accept awards on behalf of other people as a way to be messy (via @estrangedfiances)

#why is Art emerging like Smackdown wrestler#They should have given him a microphone and made him argue from his seat (via @lord-pain)

#'oh well too subtle that one' <- me when im insane (via @obrother1976)

#literalmente el mejor video que he visto nunca es tan doloroso (via @hawkeyeqierce)

#vibes rancid but beret powerful <3#i'd carry them all on my purse... (via @blondecasino)

#paul simon and john are both losing their divorces extra hard in that clip#the ‘where’s Linda?’ joke being the nadir#also clearly Olivia Newton John is a secret drama lover to tap Art Garfunkel to accept her award lol#thanks Olivia! (via @drivenalphabitchpaulmccartney)

#i don't know these ppl and i dont care but the vibes#mammon#fizzarolli#vivi (via @ten-below)

#where's linda is so insane#your jealousy is showing john (via @foryouwereinmysong)

#Isekai: two guys who were abandoned because someone got married to Linda (via @got-ticket-to-ride)

#gay people who are dl in Hollywood are so funny lmao (via @paceywittergayboatman)

#john lennon#necesitocontexto (via @akamy08wt)

#dear fucking LORD the hatred in that handshake (via @cobblepottery)

#dear god#do you think paul and art and paul and john had to split custody of all the shows and awards to not be there together (via @thevowels-pt2)

#it is serious#lol#simon and garfunkel#showed my dad this and he said “theyre an odd couple” (via @l00r0ll)

#I know that both she and her producer won but it really sounds like Garfunkel is using they/them pronouns for Olivia Newton-John (via @marnie1964)

#john lennon supposedly pro peace. well (via @bleaksnails)

#bisexual disasters all of them#art & garfunkel#john lennon#still sad that macca didn't rise to the occasion to wallllllk on that stage with Art and show everyone his fat insane cunt#or maybe he KNEW what would happen and decided to watch it on tv with a giant bucket of popcorn or smth#the girls are fightingggggg (via @tenitchyfingers)

#I need to watch this tomorrow but John why did you put on your suffragette outfit before going out on stage 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 (via @blackbeltkitten2)

#lets bring this back. olivia newton john was crazy for sending art knowing damn well paul was hosting.#she knew what she was doing and thank god for her because lmfao#it is serious. (via @muirneach)

#like. at this point they should have started biting and maiming either each other or john lennon (via @rpfofficial)

#i like how johns looking around like the worlds most scared meerkat like theyre gonna bring out paul next#wwe cage match for 60s singer songwriters (via @tabiheel)

#the amount dl subtext and just straight up messy homosexuality in this clip is crazy (vi @paceywittergayboatman)

#paul simon and john lennon were then held back for after-grammy detention#sooo childish dear god😭 (via @plaguegirll)

#THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING I’VE SEEN IN ME LIFE 😭#ART…………..#the way paul simon’s joke got zero laughs and he’s standing there like 🧍🏻‍♂️ (via @planetaire)

Screaming#no but you’re so true prev#I come back to this when I want to remember the gays are also not okay (via @annebrontesrequiem)

#omfg#the fucking music when grunfunkl started to walk up made me laugh way harder than it should’ve (via @dolmansunflower)

#i love that every one of John's jokes was so terrible received here like alsjslsjksjskska#baby went out to the world to find out he was not that funny paul was just down so horrendously bad he would die at the stupidest comment#anyway starting the rumour art pulled a joan crawford and dedicated months of his life to orchestrate this#purely out of spite (via @sohardlovingyou)

oh dear god... also listen to the interview linked above bc he totally did

#<- prev hes literally not even funny mccartney was just dickmatized (via @oldmanpusspuss)

#whyyyy is john like that (via @nastassyafilippovna)

#bc he’s from Liverpool hope that helps (via @dilfsisko)

#hwaaatt is happening here. many rudenesses (via @jumpin--bean)

#witness the Simon and Garfunkel divorce in real time OFFICIATED BY JOHN FUCKING LENNON. (via @pisshandkerchief)

#olivia newton john decided she wanted to cause problems on purpose#watch as the most divorced man in the entire music industry mediates a couple of equally divorced men in the music industry (via @indigocatpaws)

#imagine you're doing something that you know DOES NOT INVOLVE YOUR EX-BOYFRIEND and then YOUR FUCKING EX-BOYFRIEND SHOWS UP (via @danexist)

#also the 'where's linda' falling completely flat and john going :/ screammmmm (via @menlove)

Wearing a tshirt with a tuxedo design is the highest form of art (via @hollychully)

#i love the 1970s#john lennon is having a great time#paul simon is having a terrible time#is john lennon having a great time because paul simon is having a terrible time? can't hurt (via @saturn-iidae)

#just. besides everything else. the fact that art garfunkel is wearing#what appears to be a tuxedo shirt straight from hot topic#is crazy (via @spending-life-pretending)

#WHERE'S LINDA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#this is why we need to be homophobic (via @neilyoungs)

#gonna start going up to arguing couples and ask 'which one of you is ringo' (via @whereforareyouknowingit)

#that Linda joke when Art Garfunkel was literally divorcing her 💀#feel like John probs didn’t know that though (via @delightfullyatomicfest)

THE FUMBLERRRRRS (via @zaubermaerchen)

#👆 (via @tweeterwilbury)

#The best part is Paul is having a horrible time but John seems kinda silly with it. (via @scary-ivy)

#wrestling announcement: ART GARFUNKEL#was this the same one where bowie was coked off his face and had to give an award to arethra franklin#and she made a jokey comment that landed badly w bowie fans and then they were like. we hate her for insulting our guy#and bowie himself obviously had no clue what happened bc of the aforementioned being coked out of his head#they just let you host award shows in the olden days#didnt matter that you were shit at it (via @thaliatimsh)

the very same https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5CrfwTJf9w also after he says "a language of love" the cam cuts to JOHN AND YOKO

#anyway john's outfit here is so iconic#like that is how I dress for formal events#to a t (via @dinkydiamond)

#my dad really is a john lennon stan#bc the round glasses and beret I'm like oh my dad does that look (via @alexythimya)

#this video always gives me so much second hand embarrassment oh my god I feel it in my veins and bones#each of them dressed worse than the other#John looks like the little land and absolutely none of his jokes land I’m crying real tears#little lad*#John somehow trying to insult Paul (mccartney) who ISNT IN THE ROOM AT ALL#the tension between Paul and art#the awkward jokes#I believe all of history happened to make this moment possible (via @paulic)

shoutout to that time paul simon and john lennon hosted the grammys

[canine-witch]

Who Is Watching You Right Now? ~ PAC Reading

As many of us continue through life, there are different people with different expectations of us who come and go from our realities. There may be people or dieties watching you right now, seeing what you're up to. In this reading, I am going to shed some light on who, or what, that might be.

Drink some water, pick a pile, and feel free to discard what does not resonate with you.

🩵 kofi 🩵

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Pile One: The Waves

There is a Goddess right now watching you. This could be a Goddess you already worship, one you haven't met, or a feminine aspect of a God, depending on your spirituality and belief. This diety wants you to reconnect with your creative side, and to hand over any burdens to her that you need to.

She understands that things are difficult right now, and you are feeling weighed down by the world. She sees your potential, and wants to help you reach it. Doing this may be difficult. She seems to be focused on the hearth or the home, and very wise. At this point, you may be having trouble with matters of the home and material/financial security. You are not alone in this, and she wants you to tap into her wisdom and take a chance on her, release your fear and sacrifice some control to the Divine.

1, 4, and 7 are significant numbers. Water or the night sky may carry omens or messages that you need to see. Focus on creative hobbies and make time for yourself to connect with your personal spirituality.

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Pile Two: The Mirror

There is a mentor figure watching you right now. This person is much older than you, more daring and more experienced in your feild, or just life in general. This person may be in your life as teacher, a grandparent, a college professor, or an authority figure in your workplace. They see your potential, and want to bring something into the physical with you.

This person sees a lack of balance in your life. You have everything that you need to reach a goal, and the desire to do so, except taking critique well, and having direction. You are a dreamer, who lacks the discipline or knowledge of the world to really make it happen. This isn't a bad thing, to dream, but everything comes in combinations. This mentor figure wants to help you become more steadfast and wise.

2, 4, and 8 are significant numbers. Butterflies are symbolic for you right now. You may be drawn towards nature, especially the darker aspects of it like decay. Learn more discipline and listen better to the elders in your life, they hold wisdom for your success, and a desire to help you reach it.

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Pile Three: The Swans

There is a powerful, older woman watching you right now. This person is a spiritual leader. She may be a coven leader, the owner of a spiritually aligned business, or a religious authority in your local congregation. She has been divinely watching you through tarot cards or visions. You may not have met her yet, or if you have the connection has not been finalized into what it will be. This woman is seeking you for a spiritual purpose, almost as an heir to what she has built.

This woman in leadership is highly attuned with religion and spirituality. She has spent many years gaining authority on her respective path. She has been praying, manifesting, and perhaps doing spellwork to bring you into her life. She is seeking a younger person to carry on her wisdom, one that believes the same as her. She may have no children, or her children are following a path different from her's. She wishes to teach you the lighter and darker aspects of your chosen paths, revealing to you occult or hidden secrets of your religion. She has been asking for you for a long time. Seek her out, and be open minded to learning.

0, 3, 6, and 9 are significant numbers. You may be drawn towards the mystery of life or philosophy right now. Pursue those passions, and follow where your intuition guides you.

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Pile Four: The Couch

There is a spirit watching you right now. They are very ancient, and have seen many things in their years while working with humans. They are disconnected with the concept of being human, and may reveal themselves to you as animals, insects, or the wind. Things without a recognizeably human form. This spirit sees great potential in you, and wants to help you cast off your chains.

This spirit may have worked in collaboration with many humans over the years. For some of you, it's a unicorn. For some, a dragon or a great serpent. To others, it may be an angel or a creature from their culture's folklore. This entity has helped many world leaders and powerful individuals over centuries. Their power is timeless and encompassing. They value tradition and the old ways, and wish to teach you the wisdom of the ancients. This being is old, so it may be helpful to meditate or stay still and quiet to hear their voice. For those inexperienced, it may be many years before you can properly understand this spirit. Even for experienced spiritualists and spirit workers, this entity will properly approach you when you have overcome your most encompassing shadow. Don't be scared of change, observe and learn all you can, and listen to the natural world around you.

1, 2, 4, and 5 are significant numbers. Clouds, keys, and chariots may be symbols to watch out for. Spend time meditating, doing shadow work, and overcoming fear of the unknown.

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Thank you to your energy, your time, and the spirits and entities who have chosen to work with me today to bring you this message. I hope you do well, and I pray for your success!

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[simplyhale]

whatever @sleepymissy put into her fics and this gif of tim had me write out this wip . let me know if yall would actually wanna read the rest and maybe ill continue on it 🥸

—⊹₊~ ‧ ₊˚ෆ

The cold metal of your desk relaxed the pounding feeling in the right side of your head. The pain had been so bad that it caused your whole body to heat up. Of course today was the day that the universe decided to align. Not only did you have a mind splitting migraine but the weather had created a heavy monsoon. And the cherry on top were the countless people that thought that the rain would make them better at driving.

Today wasn’t your day.

But did it have to be this fucking bad?

The sound of ceramice hitting the metal next to your limp body. Picking your head to see the white mug with beige colored coffee on the inside almost caused your knees to buckle. Nothing was touching the pain in your head but you hadn’t had the time to try and chug anything with caffeine in it. Pushing your palms into the edge of the desk to help prop yourself up onto your elbows. Trying not to move too fast. Pulling the mug closer to you by the rim before lacing your hand through the handle. “If you’re about to say we’re going out on another call, I will through you through that glass window.”

“And here I thought I was your favorite.” Tim’s voice remarked.

Looking up you watched as her leaned against the frame of the entrance of the meeting room. Bring his own mug up to his lips before taking a long sip from it.

You were one of Tim’s first boots. You were the walking blueprint on what he would now do in order to teach his boots now. Tim would be nitpicking every little thing that you did wrong on a call. In result causing you to challenge and argue that if it was as big of a deal as he made it then why did the call end pretty well. This would then result in an argument that would last till the next call where he would pick something else to complain about. People would start taking bets on how many arguments the two of you would have before lunch.

Your thoughts on him changed once you graduated from being his boot and becoming an official officer. His overprotectiveness, by-the-book attitude that made you want to throw something at him came from a place of care. Your life was in his hands and he wasn’t about to let anything happen to his first boot.

This realization caused the two of you to become more friendly, working yourselves up to friends. Still having moments where two of you would argue in the shop as both of your boots watched wondering if it would end a bloodbath or the back of a supply closet.

There it was again. That feeling in the bottom of your stomach that you had suppressed when he was your TO. Was now rearing its ugly head back to light. Taking a long deep sip from the mug as your eyes stayed on him. The way his shirt was tight around his biceps that you of course spent a little too long looking at. His hands were wrapped around his mug. The same hands that you had imagined the feel of them along your skin – Nope not this way. A distraction was something you wanted, needed right now. Anything to get away from the pain. But not this type of distraction when the muse of it was looking right back at you.

Throwing your head back, closing your eyes before the bright white hanging lights above you met your eyes. Taking a deep breath, bring your free hand up to rub your dry tired eyes. “The shift feels like it’s never gunna end.”

“It ended five minutes ago.”

Your head shot towards him with wide eyes and brows knitted in confusion. He wasn’t right. The last time you checked the clock it was still an hour and a half left. But the smug smartass smirk on his lips made you question yourself. His eyes not leaving yours, silently daring you to look away and prove him right. Watching the brim of the mug reaching up to lips. The things you had thought about doing to them. The things they could do to you.

[sturniololuvz]

“The Talk”

Sturniolos x sister

Warning: sex talk,

Y/N sat on the couch, legs crossed, watching her brothers with an amused smirk. Matt, Nick, and Chris sat across from her, looking like they were about to enter a war zone. Matt was taking deep breaths, Nick was rubbing his temples like he had a migraine, and Chris was slouched back with his hood up, looking like he’d rather die than be here.

“Alright,” Matt started, clearing his throat. “We need to have a talk.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh god, what did I do?”

Nick sighed. “It’s not about what you did. It’s about what you might do. Eventually.”

Chris groaned. “This is so bad already.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Okay…? And what exactly am I ‘eventually’ doing?”

Matt inhaled sharply. “We, uh… we need to talk about sex.”

Y/N blinked. Then she let out a snort. “Are you serious?”

Nick gave her a deadpan look. “Do we look like we’re joking?”

Chris muttered, “I wish we were.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Guys, I know what it is.”

Matt looked skeptical. “Do you, though?”

Chris leaned forward. “Okay, then explain it.”

Y/N groaned. “Ugh, really? Fine. It’s when two people—usually a guy and a girl—do things together that could lead to having a baby but don’t always.” She smirked. “Or, you know, just for fun.”

Nick made a face. “Ew, don’t say it like that.”

Chris clutched his chest. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Matt exhaled. “Okay, so you technically know what it is. But do you know the important stuff?”

Y/N shrugged. “Like what?”

Nick leaned forward. “Like how guys will literally say anything to get what they want, so don’t believe everything they tell you.”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, if some dude ever says, ‘If you really liked me, you would,’ just block him immediately.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I know that. I’m not dumb.”

Matt sighed. “Okay, good. But we also need to talk about protection.”

Chris groaned. “Can we not?”

Nick ignored him. “Y/N, do you actually know how birth control works?”

Y/N smirked. “Yeah. It stops babies from happening.”

Matt ran a hand down his face. “Not exactly. It lowers the chances, but it’s not 100% effective. And it doesn’t protect against STDs.”

Y/N’s smirk dropped slightly. “…Okay, I actually didn’t know that part.”

Chris pointed at her. “See? This is why we’re having this god-awful conversation.”

Nick sighed. “And just so you know, the ‘pull-out method’ is not actual protection. If a guy ever tries to convince you it works, he’s an idiot and you should run.”

Y/N gagged. “Ew, I don’t even wanna think about that.”

Chris threw his hands up. “Same! So let’s just agree you’re never doing anything, and we’re good!”

Matt groaned. “Chris, shut up.” He turned back to Y/N. “Okay, next up—consent.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I know what consent is.”

Nick nodded. “Good. But just so we’re clear, even if you’ve already agreed to something, you can always change your mind. No one can pressure you into anything.”

Matt added, “And if someone ever tries to make you feel guilty for saying no, they’re not worth your time.”

Y/N sighed. “I get it, guys.”

Chris smirked. “Alright, then let’s test you.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

Chris nodded. “Okay, let’s say a guy tells you, ‘We don’t need protection. I’ll be careful.’ What do you do?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Tell him to get lost.”

Nick grinned. “Good answer.”

Matt nodded. “Okay, what if he says, ‘If you really loved me, you’d do it’?”

Y/N scoffed. “Then I’d say, ‘If you really loved me, you wouldn’t pressure me.’”

Chris smirked. “Damn, she’s got comebacks ready.”

Nick leaned back. “Okay, I think she actually gets it.”

Matt sighed in relief. “Thank god.”

Chris clapped his hands. “So, in conclusion—guys suck, be safe, don’t be stupid, and tell us if anyone tries to mess with you so we can ruin their lives.”

Y/N laughed. “Got it.”

Nick stood up, stretching. “Mom owes us for this.”

Matt groaned. “We’re never doing this again.”

Chris pointed at Y/N. “And you’re never doing anything. Ever.”

Y/N smirked. “I make no promises.”

Chris looked horrified. “WHAT?”

Nick grabbed his arm. “Let it go, man. It’s over.”

Chris muttered, “I hate this family.”

[other-fandoms-reblogs]

I need to know more. Would you write more?

Like why did they take them? Was it an assignment because of who they work for and the information they have? Like is the dude a bad guy, so the people pleaser reader tells them everything they want to know about their soon to be ex boss. They even give them access to their high tech laptop to get more information.

The people pleaser reader is really a good person, but a tad too trusting, so TF141 basically adopts them to protect them from the big bad world. They just tell them they’re moving in with them to protect them from their ex boss and never mention ever to move out.

They basically become a housewife and enjoy it since they tend to be a very service oriented person. The only downfall is they’re so focused on the guys that they don’t take care of themself and the guys don’t really know them. The guys begin to desire to know them better and why they’re such a people pleaser/trust too easily.

So, one night the guys come home early and they make dinner for the reader. They make the reader after much fussing from the reader to let the guys take care of them for the night. They don’t understand and get scared. They define themself by how they can provide and be of service to those round them. That’s where this self-worth is and they’re scared as dinner goes on with the typical dinner chatter that they’re going to be abandoned. That’s what everyone else has done.

When they did whatever it was the people wanted of them, they’re thrown out like trash and the reader doesn’t understand why. They always think they’re doing everything right and those in the past never say anything or criticize them.

So by the end of dinner, Gaz has started cooing at them and asking them to take a few more bites since they lost their appetite due to their anxiety (fear). Soap even tried to have a silly contest to see who can finish their plate first. It doesn’t happen. The reader breaks down and sobs.

The guys are stunned and don’t understand what they did wrong. They immediately crowd the reader and comfort them. They apologize and Soap points out how they wanted to take care of them, so they knew they appreciated the reader. John commands the team to move to the living room which has two couches and bigger open space so they aren’t crowding the reader. Ghost stays back and gets an ice cold glass of water for the reader and a wet hand towel with a dry one, and then comes to the living room. He grunts at Gaz to move who does. Ghost sits next to the reader, wiping their face off with the damp hand towel. Has them drink the water, and then pats their face and lips dry.

The team stays silent watching the affection and care that Ghost puts into the reader. Once the reader has drunk water and cleaned up, Ghost takes their bare hand in his bare hand, giving it a squeeze. He’s still in his balaclava.

Price, being the captain and face of the task force, explains their intentions to the reader; even though Soap already did. When the reader finds out they aren’t being kicked out and are still wanted, they’re so thankful that they even offer sex to repay them for their kindness.

So, this does two things: 1.) Makes it awkward since that is not where they were going with any of this and 2.) opens the team’s mind to view the reader differently. That’s for later.

Price denies this offer for the team. Soap just eyes the reader having found them adorable and cute with a nice ass before shrugging and nodding at his Captain. Ghost keeps their hand in his. Gaz chuckles under his breath. He already thought the reader was cute with nice legs.

The reader awkwardly accepts this as things move on. Price states they want to know more about the reader, like how did they start working for their ex boss. What was their childhood like? Did they have siblings or best friends? Are their parents still around and did they want to see them? He even offers to find them if they don’t.

It’s a lot of questions for the already overwhelmed reader. Price and Ghost easily see this. Price asks them to think about it but makes sure to explain in small words that the reader is here because the team wants them here. The team wants to take care of them and protect them for who they are, not what they can do. They’re very thankful for all they’ve done but tomorrow, they’re gonna sit down and see about rehashing a few things out to make it a bit more fair to the reader because they don’t want them overburdened. They don’t want them to worry like this ever again. They’re too important to the team.

All the guys nod and verbal agree, except Ghost who grunts. He doesn’t talk a ton, still getting used to the reader’s presence.

Insecure, people pleaser Reader being kidnapped by tf141….

“Wait! Where are we going? Did you put all this effort into taking ME?” Reader asks, shocked that four hot men want her….

The boys exchange concerned looks.

“Well, here let me help! No need to make it harder on you guys. Where are we going? I can walk if that helps.”

No one replies… everyone is speechless

[akawifeyy]

FEVER DREAM | fic (CL16)

description: you're sick with the flu during the monaco gp weekend, and your boyfriend is charles leclerc.

tropes: damsel in distress, lover boy (he wants you so bad)

face claim: none

trigger warnings: descriptions of severe illness (the flu), suggestive content, swearing

| note: i've been sick the past week *sob*

Your head spun, vertigo sinking its claws into your skull and making you hunch over in nausea. The clock on your bedside read 6:30 am, just hours before the Monaco Grand Prix. But there was absolutely no way you could get out of bed, let alone out of the room, where the public's watchful eye would be hyper focused on your every move.

Charles would be devastated that you couldn't support him at his home race. Just thinking about his sad puppy dog eyes made you feel even worse, and you forced yourself to calm down.

He wouldn't want you to overexert yourself. The smart thing to do was wait this out, take some medicine, and contact Charles to tell him that you wouldn't be able to make it if the pain didn't subside by around the starting time.

You turned on the television, hoping to distract yourself from your sudden illness, but the bright colors and loud sound only exacerbated your migraine and dizziness.

Great.

You huffed, cursing whatever had brought you to this moment. One race per year, out of twenty-three others, and you had to be sick for this one.

Charles entered the room, his brown hair sticking up at the back and chiseled abs on display, a white towel wrapped around his waist. "You OK?" he asked worriedly, immediately picking up on your frustration.

"I'm fine," you murmured unconvincingly, angling your face away from him so he couldn't discern how miserable you were.

"Ma chérie," Charles hummed, scolding you. He put the back of his palm against your forehead and sucked in a breath. "You have a fever."

You squirmed against his touch. "Nooooo," you mewled like an ill-tempered little child. "I don't. I'm fine."

"You will stay home." Charles turned around, walking towards the closet to grab clothes for himself.

"Nope." You pouted. "Not happening."

Charles tugged his shirt on, crossing the room to hover over you. "I don't recall saying that I was open to an argument. It was a command, not a question."

Your cheeks burned at his words, shame and a prickle of arousal flushing through your body. "I don't care."

"Be sensible, mon ange. Do you want to go to the hospital? Get everyone sick?" Charles shook his head. "No. You will do as I say. I know you will be safe and sound, waiting for me here."

As much as you hated to admit it, Charles was correct. It wasn't kind of you to venture out of the hotel room, where your sickness could be transmitted to hundreds of other people. On top of that, you weren't sure if you could stand up straight. Putting all that stress on Charles was unnecessary, especially since he was already anxious about the race. Knowing you were defeated, you scowled. "Fine."

"Good girl." Charles kissed the top of your forehead.

"I'll see you later then." You huffed, crawling under the covers and purposely avoiding Charles' look of concern. It was immature and you knew it, but you were upset.

A half hour later and Charles bid you goodbye, stocking you up on tissues and medicine, and charging your phone so that you could contact him if need be.

"See you later, mon bébé," he said, blowing you a kiss as he shut the door.

The television was flicked on again when the time drew closer to the race, and you watched through extremely blurry vision as all the cars assembled on the circuit.

The flag was waved and the countdown started. You fought with blood, sweat, and tears to remain conscious. But the last thing you remembered before sleep claimed you was the chant, "It's lights out, and away we go".

Five hours later

"Mon amour?" Charles' husky voice wafted over to you, and you jerked awake, prying your cheek off of the bed. A thick bubble of drool stained the mattress cover, and you quickly hid it, embarrassed. "Are you OK? How have you been?"

You blinked the remnants of sleep out of your eyes blearily. "Mmmm...sleepy." Suddenly, you jolted upright. "Fuck! I missed your race."

Charles laughed at your wide-eyed expression. "It's OK, don't fret. I'm glad you were sleeping."

"How was it?" you inquired, feeling guilty.

"I got P3," he confided, acting nonchalant. A grin ghosting on his lips revealed the true extent of his emotions, and the amount of pride and faith he must have in his driving skills.

You whooped in excitement. "Congratulations! Oh my God, I'm so happy for you!"

"Thank you, mon ange." Charles motioned for you to move over on the bed. "Can I sit with you a bit?"

You nodded, snuggling close to him and listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. "I love you, Charles."

Charles played with a strand of your hair, elation inundating him even more than when he had been on the podium, spraying champagne all over Max and Lewis, and being cheered by his leagues of fans.

With a gentle murmur, he replied, "Je t'aime plus."

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[virginiaisforvampires]

(Not the same anon) but what is interesting, is that people seem to miss that the rose-tinting was a part of Louis even when he WAS a human. In his confession scene, he tells the priest how he says that he is saving women and giving them opportunities but he KNOWS what he is actually doing to them. Louis has always been one to gloss over his darker side. Whether denying his job as a human, lying to Claudia about how and why she was turned, or his own part in the toxicity with Lestat.

It is an intrinsic, and honestly fascinating part of his character (and book Louis too) and it baffles me that so many fans just kind of miss that.

Indeed and it's such a shame.

I think a lot of it has to do with the current era of morality olympics (like everything else) and the nonsensical need to have a "good guy." And of course, it's also because they fell for the tale.

For example, certain ones were shocked and enraged in 2x02 when Louis did not give a shit about the coven having the murder party in the background of his little flirting session with Armand. They were asking things like "why didn't he stop it?!" and "why wasn't he calling Armand out?!" and "why did Louis not care?!" blah blah blah. It's just LOL ridiculous. Louis is not that guy and never has been. That's what makes him so amazing. Like, that's the entire point!

He's a vampire. You're watching a show about vampires. They're going to kill. They're going to do horrible things. Who gives a shit? THEY'RE VAMPIRES. It's just mind-boggling to see exactly how much people don't get it and how people cannot accept (or enjoy) gothic media for what it is.

I also think there's a lot of self-projection happening with Louis, and certain ones strip him of his agency and jumble the rich layers that make Louis Louis so it's easier for them to have their neat little self-insert. After all, the Loustat tag on AO3 is also being infiltrated with Louis as the submissive and breedable housewife to bad daddy Lestat, and I think we know what that's about. *cough* They want to be fucked by bad daddy Lestat. *cough*

For me, all that ^^ is LOL foolishness. The current approach to engaging with media — having self-induced outrage over things that don't fit their moral purity standards and using trendy buzzwords to sound intelligent and explain why said media is "problematic" in a bid to be awarded most virtuous — will. not. work. with this material, and it's sad and also pathetically hilarious to realize they're trying to apply the clickbait therapy-speak morality shit to a show about vampires.

They seem to have missed the moment in 2x01 when Louis turned his back on the humans in crisis and literally spelled it out — "Human affairs. Not our concern."

This is the Vampire Louis:

And he is bloody brilliant. If only certain ones could actually love him for him and not the cardboard piece of stale bread they've made up in their heads.

As for me, this is my Louis, and I adore him for everything he is and everything he isn't. ♥️🔥

[dreamingdormouse]

I have two thoughts on this.

First, it's important to humanize bad people... partly because everyone should get human rights, even the people who you don't think deserve human rights, or else it becomes easy, as Ms Demeanor says, to have that "not everyone deserves human rights" idea turned on the innocent and marginalized. But ALSO it's important to humanize them because that's how we hold them accountable.

If a villain in a story is a literal monster, only capable of harm, we must stop them, but we don't waste energy on telling people not to be like that. We don't have to tell people "don't turn into a ringwraith" because that's not a risk. We can't prevent bokoblins from happening, just kill them.

But turning into a bad person IS something that happens, it IS a choice they made. Trauma made it easier to be cruel, but did not force them to become cruel. Plenty of other people experience trauma and either just live with it, or use that horrible thing to make them kinder. The bad people are humans, which means they could have chosen better. They are responsible for their actions in ways that a rabid dog is not. And seeing them as inhuman takes away that responsibility.

Second, we have so many books about this kind of character, and people love those books (not me, but many people).

If you've read The Hunger Games, you may know of a book called The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, about how President Snow became who he was.

If you've read Cinder and the other books in The Lunar Chronicles, you may know of Fairest, the prequel that explains how Queen Levana became who she was.

If you like the Abhorsen series, you may have read Clariel, and seen how Clariel made bad decisions with good motives, although I will admit that the corrupting influence of Free Magic is, like ringwraiths, not an issue for most of us. But a good kid became a villain in that one too.

Then there are the stories that aren't prequels, where you don't know going in that this is the story of a villain's rise. I feel like even naming those is a spoiler! But I'll just mention the movie Chronicle and the book Empress by Karen Miller.

If you want to see how ordinary people can choose cruelty and feel justified, read or watch those stories. Lots of people love them. (I don't, personally - I'm not a big fan of tragedies. When it's a prequel and I already know the character will end up choosing cruelty, it feels like they're doomed. And when it surprises me, it's like a horror movie you didn't know was a horror movie. Like when you're screaming at the screen "Don't split up!" "Don't go in that room!" "Look behind you!" or things like that, I feel like I'm going "Bad idea bad idea!" more and more and seeing them corrupt themselves.)

Anyway, point being...

Your

Enemies

Are

Humans

They may not be changeable at this point. They're someone you stop, not someone you can fix. But they are humans, we need to give them human rights (for our sake, not theirs), it may help to understand how they choose what they did, they are responsible for their own actions.

Stop making them monsters, it lets them off the hook.

I thought it was fairly normal to feel empathy for bad people.

I thought it was common, even.

But after my Elon/Grimes post... now I'm wondering if I was mistaken about that.

I wrote a post about Trump being traumatized after his assassination attempt and a post about his poor adaptation to aging. I expressed sympathy for him in both cases. But I still maintain my white hot hatred of him and wish for him to face consequences.

Elon was abused by his father. Some of the stories are incredibly tragic. Hearing those stories triggers an involuntary response in my emotional systems that I can't stop no matter how much I despise present-day Elon. I also wonder if that abuse never occurred maybe we wouldn't be dealing with this current clusterfuck.

I have never held so much anger towards a single person as I do my brother. But I also see him as a victim of abuse. I know he was once a really good person and he was slowly corrupted. I feel sorry for him. I mourn the amazing person he used to be. And I still love him.

But that doesn't make me any less angry.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

A Misdemeanor Of The Heart: Chapter 37 (Human Alastor x Married Reader)

AN: DId everyone have a good Valentine's day that celebrated? And a good week? Feeling nice and cozy? Ready to be home from our beach vacation? Good....

CW: Laurence, sexual assault, marital rape, Alastor being a unhinged murder baby, suggestions of people nomming

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“Where’d you get that dress?” Laurence hissed over your shoulder as you lifted your bag into the car. 

“Ma- Mother got it for me,” you corrected yourself. Speak properly, you’re in public and heaven forbid your words appear to be anything less than chipper. You tried to look him in the eye while you straightened again, but it was hard. It felt like Laurence was looking into your soul when your eyes met. Would he see your guilt? The weight of your sins on your heart?

“Did she now?” Laurence asked after a pause. “How generous of her.” 

“It was,” you agreed. “I’m rather fond of it, too.” You made a show of turning this way and that to show it off, just as a woman would in a happy marriage. 

Laurence only looked on wordlessly as he opened the car door, face still as stone. There was something in his eyes, in his face, you didn’t like. You almost asked him if he was alright, if something happened before you swallowed your fear induced curiosity. 

Instead of asking, you tried to smile and ignore it. If you worried, if you looked like you saw, it would only make things worse for you. All it would do was make you look like there was a reason for you to notice. The last thing Alastor needed was for you to act guilty. 

“How was your sister’s?” Laurence asked, sitting behind the wheel for a moment before starting the car. 

“It was lovely.” You fueled the smile on your face with memories of the sandcastle that hardly looked like a castle. 

“And the birth went well?” Laurence asked, eyes focused on the view out the back window while backing out of the parking space. You kept your eyes trained on the world passing by, searching for one face, one car that would make everything alright.

For a moment, a flash, a blink, you saw him. Alastor stood tucked close to the pillar and hidden from sight, watching you. Did he see you looking at him? 

You wanted to wave to him, to say some sort of goodbye, but you couldn’t. He couldn’t either. All you could do is trust him and hope that he saw you longing to be by his side. 

“Something wrong?” Laurence asked, “Did you leave something behind?”

“No,” you lied, knowing full well you had left behind your heart. It wasn’t like you could go back and get it, anyway. It would be impossible for you to go back and collect it. It was his forever. 

“And how was your weekend away?” Mimzy asked, sliding a glass to Alastor across the empty bar. She was closed, still prepping for the night, but that never stopped Alastor from making himself right at home. 

“It was wonderful,” Alastor said, smile spreading wider as he swirled the amber liquid in his cup. 

“Oh, Al.” Mimzy sighed, leaning on her elbow as she looked over the bar at him. “You’ve got it bad for her.” 

“I do,” he admitted. “I’m addicted to her.” 

“Be careful,” she reached out, wrapping her hand around his much larger one. “I wish I could tell ya that this’ll work out and you’ll get your girl, but Al, this is doomed. Don’t let it doom you. Keep your head about you, if you’re going to run around with her.” 

“I’ve got it under control.” 

You tried not to notice the dust clinging to railings and tables as you walked through the living room. There were footprints on the floors, marks left by someone walking shoeless through the house, the body’s natural oils leaving just the ghost of the step behind, illuminated by the sunlight. 

Laurence always told you it was proper to wear shoes in the house. You needed to be guest ready at all times. Even he kept himself to that standard. From the first day of your marriage, shoes were required if you were going beyond the bathroom. 

But there were footprints on the dusty floor. 

One set of footprints was smaller than the other. You had no children. Laurence had no sisters. There was no reason Laurence should walk shoeless through your house. There was no reason a woman should, either. 

He had brought her to your home. Hot, bitter something stabbed into your gut and chest. Why? Why did that hurt you? It shouldn’t. You told yourself that, blinking back tears. You had spent your weekend in the arms of another, so what if he did too?

The sound of your throat clearing awkwardly was loud in the silent house as you crossed to the stairs. The emotion locked in your throat made it feel dry and as dusty as your home.

Cold fear ran down your spine as Laurance loomed behind you. Your eyes struggled to leave those dainty footprints on the dusty floor. What a contrast it was to feel fear again after a weekend with nothing but the peace and warmth you had felt sheltered with Alastor. 

“Something wrong?” Laurance’s breath cascaded over your neck and shoulder, not bringing an ounce of comfort that came with Alastor’s breath doing the same. 

Your eyes remained locked on the footprints, far too dainty to have any chance of being yours. Had you ever actually been barefoot on this floor? Even once?

A painful lump burned in your throat and your eyes stung as you came to terms with the fact that he really had brought another woman into your home. It bothered you and worse still; the fact that it bothered you bothered you. 

There was nothing you wanted more than to run into Alastor’s arms, take shelter there and cry those bitter hot tears. He’d let you too, you knew that and oh, wasn’t that somehow worse still? 

The man you loved would hold you as you bitterly cried over the betrayal of another man. Surely it would hurt him to do so, not just to see your pain, but to know that you cared enough to be hurt. Would he still love you? 

The stairs creaked as your weight settled on each step. Mentally, you mapped those squeaky boards, as you did every time you climbed them, just in case there was a change. They creaked louder still under Laurance’s weight as he followed you up, presence suffocatingly close behind you. 

Had you always been this scared of him, or was it you had grown desensitized? Had Alastor spoiled you with his kindness, love and pleasure for so long that you’d forgotten how to live your life? Had a weekend truly been enough to grow accustomed to the safe shelter and happiness you found in Alastor’s arms?

Was the fear sharper now that time had ripped that all away? Was that why being in this house with him felt all the more terrifying? 

You’d grown complacent in your short time away and now utter terror at the prospect of your husband’s touch ran through your veins, sending your heart beating hard. Were your hands trembling? You didn’t dare hold them out to check. 

What would his touch bring you tonight? Had he sated his hunger, a hunger you had only begun to understand, with the owner of those tiny footprints? Was she the same woman from Mimzy’s? Or did he have other women? 

Would he still hunger for you tonight? Would he grip your arms too tight, pushing you to the bed? Would he rip your dress? 

Suddenly you regretted wearing it. You didn’t want to face the thought of it ripping, not the dress Alastor had gotten you. 

“I’m going to change out of this,” you said quickly, on impulse. “It ah- it smells like train.” It didn’t. It should have, but it didn’t because you had only spent an hour in the crammed car. 

Each step toward your wardrobe came faster than the last, though you tried to not let them be. You tried to pretend not to see Laurence’s eyes on you as you undid button after button.

You were, for the first time in days, acutely aware of the lingering ache in your side, left by ribs still healing even after weeks passed since their injury. It would ben weeks still until that pain stopped gripping you, if ever. The bruises were lighter now, shades of yellow hidden in your skin. 

You had been healing. Time with Alastor had been putting you back together again, a little bit at a time. Alastor’s voice smoothed over your worries. His touch healed bruising. 

As the fear rushed through your veins, the wrong pair of hands wrapped around your biceps from behind. You couldn’t help but question if it was worth it? Did the fear feel like this before? Or was it because you had gotten a poisoned taste of Alastor? 

Did it matter? 

Laurence pulled you to him. Each breath that washed over your neck made it harder to school your face. You knew how to do this, you’d done it time and time again. Go numb. Go still. Let it happen. 

So why was it so hard now? 

You knew why. You knew why a sob tried to fight from your throat as Laurance pushed your slip up your legs. You knew why the bed you didn’t remember landing on felt wrong. 

“Please, Laurance.” You couldn’t keep the whine from your voice. It felt like a lifetime ago when you had said something similar, whine and all to Alastor, and yet the meaning and desire between the two instances couldn’t be more different. “I just got home.” 

“I’ve been without my wife,” Laurance punctuated his words with the bullying press of his hips against you. How different he felt fighting his way inside you compared to Alastor’s fingers had. “A man has needs, and it’s his wife’s job to satisfy them.” 

It wasn’t like this with Alastor. That’s why it was so hard to lie there and submit.

Tears welled in your eyes as you took in the poorly made bed. Hairs of bright red, not your own, lay on your pillow. 

She had been here too; you realized as tears fell from your eyes. Laurence had taken her into your home. He had taken her in your marriage bed. 

Had he lain with her? Surely he had. Her hair was on your pillow. Did he make her feel good in the same ways Alastor made you feel good? Or was he not capable?

Each jarring shake of your body as he bullied into you made it harder to breathe. It felt like you were being ripped apart. Had it always felt this way? Hurt this bad?

The blanket was rough against your face as you sobbed into it silently. Your mind conjures up an image of Alastor, sitting on the villa bed naked as the day he had been born and yet so vulnerable, a desperate attempt to comfort yourself.

Alastor, the man who would never take you against your will. 

Alastor, the man who would always leave you an out, never demanding more from you than you could give. 

Alastor, who taught you that love didn’t hurt. 

You wanted to hate him for that. You wanted to push his face from your mind. You wanted to turn away from him. 

As Laurence worked through your body, using you to please himself in a process you understood better now than ever in your life, you longed for Alastor. 

You longed for his soft touches. 

You longed for his sweet kisses. 

You longed for the joy in his laugh. 

He was poison; you realized, but he was also the antidote to Laurance’s poison. You were addicted to his sweet taste and there was no going back. Alastor may be poison to your marriage, to your reputation and your standing. That was true. 

But he would never do this to you. 

Alastor felt like electricity was running through his veins. There had been only a few times he had felt as alive as he did right now. It concerned him slightly how many of them took place over the weekend but that was alright, he’d examine that later. 

There was a thump in the back of the car but Alastor paid it no mind. They’d be where they were going soon enough. It wasn’t like the man had the strength to do any damage to the trunk, anyway. 

It was better he wake up now and be feisty instead of Alastor having to wait for them to get his senses about him. The hunt would start sooner if he was awake. 

“We’re just about there, old chap.” Alastor interrupted his humming, though the man likely couldn’t hear him. That was alright, he didn’t need to hear Alastor. 

The car bumped and rocked, sometimes jumping over large roots. They were a good way out, but that was just how he wanted it, too. They had turned onto the back road that led out to into the bayou just past his home almost an hour ago and not stopped since. 

Alastor’s grin spread wider when he spotted the end of the road. The car speed up, earning muffled screams from the back and then, when he slammed on the brakes, a solid thump as the body flew into the back of the trunk. 

“Just making sure you’re awake,” Alastor said, laughing as he cut the engine. The car rocked with the shifting of his weight when he stepped out of the car. Turning, he leaned back in and grabbed the rifle from where it leaned into the passenger seat. 

The barrel of the gun rested against his shoulder as he carried it, whistling a jaunty tune all the while as he made his way to the back of his car. Each step was paired with a flick of his hand, spinning the keys around his finger only to slap the underside of his fingers with a jingle. Another whistled step and another jingle of the keys. 

The sound of the key slotting into the trunk lock was loud in the silence otherwise silence, only accompanied by the tune Alastor whistled. The man inside stilled, but Alastor could still hear his pathetic whimpering, muffled as he opened the latch. The smell of urine wafted up from the trunk as it opened. Alastor’s nose wrinkled at the smell. 

It was alright, that’s why he had the tarps lining the bottom. 

“You’ve made quite the mess in here, haven’t you, Mr. Montemuro?” The man’s wide eyes reflected the moonlight as he scooted away from Alastor. “Ah, where are my manners?” 

Alastor slipped a knife under the knotted cloth gag tied around the man’s head and pulled. The blade cut through the fabric easily. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Moreau. I swear, let me go and no one has to know about this. I swear! I won’t say anything.” 

“You see,” Alastor hummed as he slipped the antler hilted knife back into the sheath at his waist, “Even if we just put this behind us, that wouldn’t do anything to bring them justice.” 

“Bring who?” The man asked, blubbering pleas spilling from his lips as Alastor wrapped his hand around the man’s thick bicep. He was hefty, needing to lie off the fatty meats and rich sauces but far from the picture of glutton. That’s why Alastor picked him for tonight. 

Not that he wasn’t slated to die at some point- he was on the list. Alastor wouldn’t look the other way, knowing how this man treated his wife. He spent more money on women of the night than he did putting food on the table for his wife and children. Men like him were a waste of air. 

The least he could do was make himself useful. Alastor hadn’t been to the butcher yet and what he had in his icebox had been tossed before he left town or it would have gone rancid and stank up the house. 

Meat was expensive and, after all the spending of the weekend, he would rather not take on the expense. Not that he couldn’t afford it. He could, and Laurence was due for a payment this week, anyway. It simply would have left his accounts lower than he would have liked. 

Oh well, he smiled wider as he helped the man find his feet. There were always other options. 

“Please, let me go.” The man’s incoherent pleas occasionally gave way to something that made sense. Alastor swallowed the urge to praise him for getting that much out. 

“I fully intend to.” Alastor said with a manic, inhumanly wide grin. “But that doesn’t mean there won’t be justice.” 

The ground was damp under his knee as he knelt to the side of the man, cutting the ropes that had bound the man’s legs. Crickets chirped around him, singing their songs. Alastor had learned early on not to be in front of or behind someone when doing this part. 

They would get a head start, but it was too risky to give that head start while he’s on his ass holding a bloodied nose. 

The man’s shoulder was sticky with sweat as Alastor turned him to face the swampy forest. One large step after the other took them closer to the forest’s edge. Adrenaline was coursing through Alastor now. Between the dangers of the bayou and the risk of a failed hunt, this was by far his favorite way to kill. 

“You know,” Alastor mused, “I have been feeling very wound up since I got back.” 

“Got back?” The man whimpered, trying to draw out the conversation. 

“I spent the weekend away with my girl,” Alastor chuckled, “She’s a lovely gal too. Had a great time. She accepts me, just as I am. Can you believe that?”

“She accepts this?” The man’s voice was thin with fear.

“Oh, this she doesn’t know about yet. But when she does, I’m sure she’ll accept it too. You see, our love is changing her. That’s what happens when you’re meant to be together and we’re clearly meant to be together.”

“You’re crazy.” Dirt and stones crunched under the man’s feet as he stumbled. 

“Ha! I am!” Alastor shoved the man forward as he laughed, “So you better run like your life depends on it.” 

The man wasted no time in doing as he was told, running clumsily through the brush, tripping over roots and stumbling. The man’s panting wails carried easily over the wet ground. Alastor’s laugh chased him, hot on his heels as if it was carried on the wings of some terrible demon. 

“Because it does!” Alastor finished as he watched the man disappear. That was alright, it wouldn’t take long at all to find him.

The trail was hardly a challenge to follow. Rippling waves in shallow water told a tale of where he had been and the splashing and screams told Alastor right were he was at any moment. 

This was Alastor’s territory. Glowing eyes watched on as he ran through the wet forest. He tried to avoid making more noise than he had to. It wasn’t always avoidable. His pray wasn’t going to hear him coming, anyway. Not over the sounds of his own wailing screams, at least. 

The man didn’t put up a good fight at all when Alastor descended on him. He had tripped and broken his ankle not even half an hour into the hunt. It dissapointed Alastor to have the challenge of the hunt cut short as he stalked through the darkness after the limping figure. 

The loud shot of his rifle echoed through the forest, sending sleeping birds in into sudden wakeful flight, filling the air with the sound of beating wings. The silence was quick to reclaim the night, echos dying as quickly as the shot had woken the animals. 

“Too bad, old chap.” Alastor said, kneeling to cut the clothing away from the man. “You didn’t make a very entertaining hunt in the slightest.” 

The body was heavy and awkward as Alastor drug it closer to the water’s edge. It wasn’t ideal. He’d have to be mindful of his surroundings and make quick work if he would not fall victim to a killer himself that night. 

Alastor used the cut shirt from the man to soak up water and wash the sweat and urine from the body. The work was meticulous. It was important to have a clean surface before he set on the next step. 

Once he was satisfied that the surface was clean if waste, he tossed the shirt into the water and followed by the pants. The soft hiss of his knife leaving the sheath was music to his ears. 

First, he pulled the carcass so that the head was hanging over the bank and the body on an incline. There was no reason to believe life still was present but Alastor slit the throat deeply anyway, allowing blood to pour out, aided by gravity. 

While he worked, Alastor hummed and thought of you. He wondered what your favorite cut of meat was. As he collected the rich roasts from the thigh, he wondered if you’d like similar cuts. Would you question the meats in his icebox? Would you question a taste different from you were used to? 

Would you accept this side of him? Alastor didn’t think you would, not right now, but in time? He just needed more time with you. You were meant to be his. 

Leaning back from his work, blood smeared and pooling around him in the darkness, Alastor couldn’t help but marvel at how his thoughts of you had changed over the time you had spent together. It happened as quickly as spring gave way to summer. 

How close he had come to not finding the one meant for him. And to think, he had considered sending you away once he had gotten you safe from Laurence, sending you away from what was where you belonged. 

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[craziertogether]

stancy & mileven

GOOD LORD THIS IS A LONG ONE. but i hope you guys enjoy it)

so i often think about stancy and mileven in the grand scheme of the show & fandom. if someone ships mileven it’s almost a guarantee that they will ship stancy too. i’m gonna be honest this usually tells me 1-2 major things about the person, you’re too young and have a very immature outlook on love OR you’re used to face value & toxic love/infatuation.

stancy is THE most perfect portrayal of the first “popular” / “bad boy” boyfriend a teenage girl most often gets. i say this from experience, like nancy i was a “good girl” that became infatuated with my first boyfriend, a trouble maker/womanizer but a good time. that is what stancy represents, a good time but nothing permanent or even endgame just the guy who makes her feel special. it kills me how much i relate to nancy but it also kills me more to think about how people are romanticizing stancy because of season 4. we just watched the rest of the show with our eyes closed huh? yes he was very sweet coming back to help clean up the movie theatre and IG the season 4 confession about his dreams with her were “cute”. but i’m sorry to say this like its not the most obvious thing ever but, you do NOT have to love someone because they love you. love is not enough to keep a relationship together. and unfortunate all steve has for her is that same high school idealistic view of nancy that made him fall for her. steve did not understand nancy, nor her goals her passions. that specific scene in s4 when jonathan listed off how hardworking and determined she was and how he couldn’t come between her and her goals. he showed what she REALLY needed, someone who understood her and knew that he couldn’t get in the way of that. steve and nancy are what people who don’t understand how mature relationships are. they’re not codependent (like steve + nancy). they’re not fully based around lust (like steve + nancy). they’re not based all on the goals of one person (like steve describing his insane dream of marriage and kids asap). (PS showing steve with like 10 other girls away from nancy and then bringing back his “i actually always wanted nancy all along in s4 was LAME and just a way to show the audience imo that those ships are also SUPERFICIAL AS HELL. the audience saw right through it, that nancy and jonathan were better for each other, it might’ve revived some stancy shippers to hear the “i love her still” about nancy. but guys COME ON. you’re telling me the GA somewhat saw through that fake revival of feelings but not through mileven and mike’s confession? i cannot today.) anyways i wanna say that if jancy not endgame, that’s insane first off, but second nancy can be alone and independent but to put her back with steve would be like the worst possible outcome. just like mileven.

as for mileven, it’s the same thing. as i stated before i was a mileven lover, but i was also 10/11 and i wasn’t aware that queer relationships could happen. if we take out the byler aspect of why mileven is doomed. we completely overlook the fact that they are the young version of stancy. the love at first sight lie, something that i know many girls can probably relate to, my elementary boyfriend seemed like my husband. i was conditioned to think heteronormative thoughts, that i had to absolutely marry a man and i had to be someone’s perfect wife. that’s why mileven fans think it’s the perfect outcome for mileven wedding and naming kids after the members of the group that may die. it’s not just childish but it comes from a lack of understanding complex relationships and from the conditioning of staying in a toxic relationship. mileven shows how empty and unreliable both mike and el are for each other, outside of mike being unable to say “i love you” to el, mike can’t stop idolizing her for ONE sole part of her identity (ahem steve + nancy w/ her being the good girl that’s a virgin) & el can’t stop idolizing mike for her idea of love (ahem nancy to steve when she grew up seeing her parents, thinking she can stay with him even after she felt her connection to jonathan and choosing to be with him because it was comfortable and it was easy, it’s what was expected of her by steve’s friends). both mileven and stancy represent what it means to be confined to heteronormative and social norms, they prevent you from becoming who you’re meant to be/ be with.

it’s crazy to me too because we see how many people LOVE nancy with a gun and think she literally is so badass and showed off incredible skill throughout the seasons and yet fail to see that the MAJORITY of those scenes are with jonathan?? (like will and mike they bring out the absolute best in the other). they know the other better than anyone else, even when they fight, they fight and it’s real, it’s raw. they fight through honesty and they fight because they love the other and they KNOW that they can take it. with jonathan calling out nancy in season 3, we see how he's calling her out for being immature for not being able to see that he is poor and he struggles and he needed that job, she fought with him bc it felt like he was coming from a place of ignorance and not addressing her mistreatment. they’re both incredibly honest even if it hurts the other one. versus her fight with steve, she can’t even honestly say the words “i love you”, so instead she stays silent. (HMM I WONDER WHO THAT SOUNDS LIKE…. mike queeler). but also when jancy is together they’re TOGETHER. they have heart to hearts, strong ones. they have MATCHING SCARS GUYS. even thousands of miles apart, they describe the other like the light of their life, they call out the TRAITS that make the other so wonderful (unlike steve who literally js thinks of nancy as his first love and who’s pretty). jonathon believed nancy and goes on a literal psychotic bender to find murray and get justice for barb, versus steve who remind me again, says they should try to be “normal” and party? yeah sounds a lot like another person trying to be normal. direct parallels blow me away btw, the GA has to be choosing to act blind on purpose. but yeah, let’s switch to mileven then byler. every major fight between mileven has been because mike lied or felt lied to. he felt lied to by el when she said that will was alive, he lies to her in s3 about his grandma and acts like he can’t completely understand her species (queer coding to the MAX) and in season 4 hes once again lying to her and SHE is also lying to him. dare i say, they’re not fighting with the OTHER, they’re fighting to keep their facade up.

and now let’s look at byler (my beloved)!!! 1) the first relationship established in the show is byler, like it or not, that moment of intimacy “it was a 7”, soulmate behavior. 2) complete and TOTAL trust from both of them. it’s interesting that will only tries to tell two people in the show that hes still alive. joyce his MOTHER, and MIKE with his walkie talkie. not jonathan who has a radio system? not dustin? not lucas? not hopper? the police? no. he chooses his mom and mike, interesting. 3) he hides his struggles from his friends and his family, everyone treats him like hes weak like hes different but not mike? why not mike? i mean he spends the most time with mike and yet, you’re telling me mike never once maybe slipped over his words and said something insensitive, no instead he “makes him feel better for being different”. 4) now onto the actual fights, bc this is really long. when will and mike fight, it’s raw and real, it hurts the audience to see will hurting because he’s been through so much trauma, and yet, mike hurts him anyways, but will CANNOT stay away. one moment i think we forget to mention is in s2, when mike gets angry about max, mike takes a jab at will. “did you agree to this?” “you should’ve told ME first.” will literally looks SO defeated & hurt. why mike? why does will need to tell you? you’re the leader? you own will? no. it’s bc will wasn’t honest to him, will didn’t come to mike about a big decision. also yeah a little gay bc why are you mad about a girl. but okay. and the season 3, yes the rain fight is back. i won’t dissect it any more but i will say, mike’s cruelness towards will was so unwarranted. but will’s willingness to say what no one else was willing to was yet another example of how deep their relationship is. calling mike out for being a shit friend, that’s will being what mike asked of him (season 2 halloween & honesty), and yet mike’s become too afraid of revealing his own feelings, but he’s still somewhat honest to will. he’s projecting his feelings to will, he’s TELLING ON HIMSELF here. and yes we know he regrets it runs back. but the fight is what matters it’s them still being real and honest to the other even if they don’t realize it just yet. season 4 is just another extension of the season 3 fight, but this time, they’re both projecting/accusing and yet insanely they’re both still being honest. will’s accusing mike of yet again abandoning him while deflecting his fault for not calling and mike’s projecting his homosexual thoughts into will, and yet again hes still being fully transparent to will, he calls out will’s bad behavior & WILL’S lack of effort too. all of this to say, we can see as the audience, queer or not, it’s practically crystal clear that stancy & mileven are parallels and only exist to show the audience immature, unreal love. while byler & jancy actually show the hardships of true love. romantic or not, they show how love is meant to be. it’s mean to be hard it’s meant to be painful, it’s meant to make you doubt, take a step back and remember that nothing is perfect but that it can always be worked through. byler & jancy make ALL parties involved better/uplift the other while stancy & mileven do the opposite they lead to lying, they lead to trying to uphold the “perfect” couple image and forgetting to make the other better because they’re too busy trying to make themselves look good. these ships are selfish and don’t put the other person’s needs into perspective. CRAZY btw that stancy (platonic) & elmike are WONDERFUL. they showcase the care they have for the other and how deep their relationship can actually become when they’re faced with life or death. one example is how mike reacted in season 3 when billy was coming after el and he found his courage to hit billy (mileven was broken up) but in season 4 despite being together and all love dove, in a serious moment, mike just can’t do anything to help el, she needed him and yet he couldn’t deliver romantically but he could platonically! reminding her to fight vs the i love you’s (duffers were crazy for this.

basically, stancy & mileven CANNOT be endgame and byler and jancy don’t have to be endgame bc the wheelers might enter an independent era. however, they cannot return to the people that have done nothing for their character development except show the audience how much better off they are without them. also if you think about it this is literally applicable to all endgame ships, jopper, duzie, lumax, & rovickie. nobody doubts jopper, why? because bob was adorable but they were low-key superficial, hopper understood joyce and was willing to believe “crazy joyce”. and even their fights in season 3, so interesting that we see this olive branch that exists between them from joyce even after they spend the ENTIRE season arguing. lumax, endgame from the jump, dustin was superficially fascinated with max bc she was a girl that had boy-ish interests he didn’t even know her, he didn’t try like lucas really did, you could say he didn’t have the chance, but it’s just too clear that lucas saw her as an equal, dustin saw her as an ideal figure (HMMM) & rovickie + stobin , teaches the audience that queer people deserve love and acceptance, exactly what they’ve been denied over and over. and dustin and suzie, insane that dustin had to teach steve that social norms don’t matter, that he should pursue the person who understand him best. suzie is gorgeous to dustin and she’s a brainiac that is now dustin’s equal. dustin has his disability but it doesn’t change at all how suzie sees him, she sees him for his perfections. jonathan is the outcast with mrs. perfect, two people who don’t “make sense” and yet fit together better than any popular jock for nancy. and byler, don’t get me started AGAIN, no one understands will like mike does, and no one makes mike feel better than will does. these ships don’t have to make sense to the outside world, just to the other.

[scarlet-m00ns]

I am losing my mind waiting for the golden raven so here are my predictions/hopes:

Jeremy’s younger brother reveal (dead or alive) If dead I’m leaning towards the OD theory but when I first read tsc I thought it would have something to do with driving

Jean meets one or all of Jeremy’s family (probably Bryson) and is instantly hostile when he sees how they treat Jeremy

Kevin brings Neil and Andrew with him to the interview

Kevin will do all the talking but the interviewer will ask Jean a question directly and he’ll say something unintentionally rude

Jeremy watching Kevin and Jean interacting like a tennis match trying to work out the relationship because they argue like exs

Lucas and Jean make up/tentative friendship (I want Lucas to be redeemed)

Hugs/Jean initiating a hug (please)

Jeremy and Neil beef

The opposite with Jeremy and Andrew idk why I think they’d have mutual respect but also they wouldn’t speak to each other ever. Jeremy being polite and Andrew staring him down so he backs away slowly

Jealous Jeremy!

Andrew speaking multiple words!!!

Jeremy finds out about the Moriyama’s or at least suspects even if Jean won’t confirm (yet)

Cody/Ananya/Pat

Jean tells Jeremy his sister is dead and they bond over dead siblings…

Elodie is not dead (shut up let me be in denial) maybe the fbi find her during their investigation (probably book 3)

JereJean kiss but that’s it. Jean ends up pushing him away and then Jeremy feels guilty

When they do get together there will be a lot of rumours that Jean is ‘up to his old tricks again’

Jeremy punching someone for suggesting Jean is sleeping his way to the top

Chaos at the banquet

Cat teaching Jean to ride a motorbike as promised

Jean saying ‘have a winning day’ all deadpan and the others finding it hilarious

The first game will go terribly with Jean using Raven tactics and not being able to control his temper (gets a red card) As captain Jeremy has to ‘reprimand’ him but can’t do it, it’s like kicking a puppy because he knows what’s going through Jean’s head

Jean saying he CAN’T fail when the first game goes badly and Jeremy hearing the truth in it and realising Jean is still in danger and he worries maybe leading to Jean telling him the truth

Jeremy is suspicious about Grayson’s death but I don’t think he will work it out unless something else happens

When he does find out I have no idea which way he will go because on one hand Jeremy knows Grayson deserves it but Jean purposely causing someone’s death might scare him a bit (even if it wasn’t Jean’s idea)

Saw someone say Jeremy’s family might be connected to the Moriyama’s and my first reaction was No not everyone is involved in the mafia BUT they said maybe (since they are involved in politics) they might be enabling them/covering for them somehow which could be true. And that would cause a lot of angst with Jeremy realising someone close to him is partly responsible to the horrible things that happened to Jean and people like him

Jeremy or Cat/Laila will see the magnets and then start buying new ones :(

Cat draws a < next to Jean’s 3 to make a heart :(

JereJean have a bad argument at the end leaving them not talking because Nora is cruel

I forgot about JereJean pottery!!! Jeremy will be shit at it but he’s just happy to be there and Jean will be surprisingly really good (could be the other way around as a way of Jean leaning to enjoy things even if he’s not good at them)

Bonus: I will be sobbing at least five separate times

[justwanttolook]

One of the most beautiful and devastating parts of ThamePo as a series is Thame's innocence. He is the greenest green flag to ever green flag...and part of that is because he's one of the most innocent BL leads that I've ever seen.

Po has experienced devastating heartbreak before, but that also implies that he loved deeply. He and Earn lived together. Before things had gone bad, they'd had a deeply meaningful, adult relationship (meaningful to Po at the time, anyway). From what I can tell from the series, Thame has little to no experience with romance at all (at 19, the boy didn't understand the concept of Netflix-and-Chill; the maknae had to explain it to him). I think that's why the breakup hurts so bad (but also in the best angst-with-a-happy-ending way): we see Thame have that naive innocence ripped from him in real-time.

The way he begs Po to let him keep fighting made me cry. It was beautiful and tragic, and this is the first episode 11 break up that makes sense for the story arch. Not only is Thame an idol -- and the show is spot-on about idols and the way their fans can feel like a possessive girlfriend -- but he's SO young.

The double blow of losing his member all over again and being sent to Korea in isolation makes things even more of an agony (especially since that's the last time we see him this episode). The hug with all the members after the breakup gives Thame and the audience a false hope that, in the very least, Thame will have the people he loves to lean on while he's heartbroken.

I think, and hope, that we'll see a different Thame when he comes back, however that happens. I don't want him to lose his green flag status, and I don't think he will, but the boy who comes back can't keep setting himself on fire so that others will be warm.

All this to say, I think this was my favorite episode 11 out of all the BLs that I've watched so far (and this is 3 years and counting). I'm not a huge fan of the episode 11 curse (is anyone?) but this time, it felt justified. We just have to hope that the ending sticks the landing. I have hope that it will.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Hello :] Can I request headcanons with nightcrawler having a s/o that's a pole dancer? (Not in a sexual way just for fun and exercise)

~Nightcrawler dating a pole dancer HC~

Pairing: Nightcrawler x Reader

Warnings: not a single one this is so cute

Genre: fluff

A/N: Thank you for the request xo

~It's actually how you meet

~Kinda

~Kurt happened to see you one night as you were leaving a class with your friends. He heard your laughter and was enchanted.

~But he was far too shy to approach you, so for weeks he'd 'coincidently' find himself on the same street, at the same time, every Thursday night. Basking in the way your voice threatens to steal his heart right out of his chest.

~You wouldn't notice him for quite some time, but eventually you started to recognize the man across the street when you left your class every evening.

~You initially didn't think much of it, the thing with routines is that they tend to overlap with other routines, if you're at the same place at the same time you're gonna see other people who are also usually at the same place at the same time.

~At some point though, recognizing turned more into looking for and eventually your friends caught on

~With some- cajoling they managed to convince you to actually speak to Kurt

~You'd crossed the street and prepped a quick and straightforward approach. "Hi, sorry to bother you but I've seen you around here and I was wondering if you'd like to meet for coffee some time?"

~Kurt stared at you for so long you were sure he was going to say no, but eventually he snapped out of his stupor and said yes. You traded names and phone numbers and set up a date for Saturday.

~From there you saw Kurt frequently and after 2 months he asked to be your boyfriend.

~It took a while for Kurt to even ask what classes you take Thursdays, but when he found out he was initially quite awkward about it

~He's super supportive and all but he's no saint and wanting to spend time with you while you practice is a test of self-control he wasn't prepared for.

~For a while, he did his best to hide it, it's rude after all, you're not trying to seduce him, he really doesn't want you to think he's being disrespectful- surely if you knew his depraved thoughts you definitely would.

~When you confronted him for being weird about your hobby, he confessed that he feels bad because it makes him horny and he doesn't want to make things uncomfortable since he knows it's not sexual.

~"Kurt, you're my boyfriend. You're allowed to be horny when I'm doing splits on a pole. It's very sweet of you to try protecting my modesty or whatever but I'm not a nun and it's a good thing that you're attracted to me." 

~It made you laugh, how sweet your boyfriend was, worrying you'd be offended that he wanted to fuck you.

~He'd still watch you practice, but from then on he was less shy about his thoughts.

~He'd whistle, or sigh dramatically, whenever you did something he particularly liked, he was also pretty handsy when he could get away with it

~It could be rather distracting but you didn't mind, you liked the attention

~Sometimes he'd ask you to do some crazy combination of moves or he'd want to see whatever you'd learned in that week's class

~You actually managed to convinced him to let you teach him a few moves eventually and honestly once he got the hang of it you, were just as handsy as he was with you. It was hard to resist.

[misplacedlizard]

I wouldn't normally consider the feeling of personal satisfaction from completing a crossword puzzle "praise," but lets accept that definition for the sake of argument.

Let's say someone invited me to their home for movie night, then paused in the middle of Raiders of the Lost Ark, and refused to let me watch the rest of the film unless I correctly completed a crossword puzzle first.

If I complete the puzzle, watch the rest of the film, and the host praises me for finding the ark of the covenant and stopping the nazis I'm gonna look at him weird, because I certainly didn't do that!

If I complete the puzzle, watch the rest of the film, and the host praises me for completing the puzzle... I'm still gonna think that's weird, because it's just a crossword puzzle, it's not a big deal, and also who stops a film in the middle to force someone to do a crossword puzzle, but it'll probably find it less weird than the above.

If the same thing happens with a film adaption of The Final Problem, and when I finish the puzzle, the host criticizes me for how long it took me to do so, I'm not gonna like it, but I'm not gonna argue that hard, because, as an action I actually took, I can't deny how long it took me.

If the above happens, and when I finish the puzzle and the film plays out, the host criticizes me for killing Sherlock Holmes, because I could have stopped writing on that crossword puzzle at any time, and then charges me for coming and watching the movie with him, I'm not going back to his house ever again, because he has no grip on reality.

In games with linear narratives, the player might control the character, but the player is not the character. The character can have their own arcs and choices separate from the actions of the player. (How many times have players easily beaten a boss without a scratch, only for the cutscene afterward to depict the player character struggling to so much as stand in the face of such a challenging opponent, or vice versa?) Like most fiction, some audience members might relate to a particular character's struggle more than others, but a video game character overcoming their depression has certainly never been the sole factor in a player overcoming theirs. In these works, the gameplay is less "controlling the narrative" and more "turning the page."

You can witness this disconnect between the actions of the players and the actions of the characters even further by listening to how people talk about their accomplishments in games. Very rarely do you hear "I finally rescued Peach and saved the Mushroom Kingdom." More often it'll be phrased as "I finally beat Bowser!" or "I got a no hit-run on stage 8!" The things they will receive "praise" for are their feats of skill, not their moral choices. This occurs less often in games with less linear stories, because the element of choice in the narrative means that a player is doing more than just turning the page, and is in some small ways, controlling the narrative. In these special cases, criticism of a player's moral actions can make slightly more sense.

Spec Ops The Line wants to have its cake and eat it too. It wants to criticize players (directly, in fourth-wall breaking ways, not just the in-game character,) for making bad moral choices, while giving the player a movie that stops and starts based on their ability to solve the "use gun on other man" puzzle, rather than any meaningful choices bar the one "shoot into the air" example every video essay praising the game brings up, or "JuSt DoN't PlAy ThE gAmE! But no refunds!"

I see no reason to respect the game, or its ham-fisted message.

But lets apply your standard consistently: should anyone who started the original Mario or Legend of Zelda, and quit because it was too hard, or they didn't have time, be criticized for letting the princess die alone and forgotten in her arch-nemesis's dungeon? Should they hold the sole blame for the fall of Hyrule or the Mushroom Kingdom? Better yet, should every death even a successful player incurred be treated as a bad timeline, and the player criticized for? And what of those that never bought the game at all? They had a choice to help, or sit back and do nothing as Ganon and Bowser pillaged and burned, after all.

If I started talking like that to people, they'd rightfully look at me as crazy. So what's the difference here?

Spec ops the line be like

[jedi-enthusiast]

As much as I hate the type of super religious people that are like- “you can’t watch spongebob, it’s satanic” -I also really hate the type of atheists that feel the need to prove every religious person wrong.

Like I just saw a video where the topic was that, if G-d exists, why doesn’t he stop bad things from happening? I personally struggled with the same question a while back and i found a good answer in a book called “When Bad Things Happen to Good People” by Rabbi Harold Kushner, which got recommended to me when I first started looking into converting to Judaism, so I just commented something along the lines of:

"Only partially related, but if you're struggling with this subject but still want to have faith/follow a religion, [Kushner's book] puts forward the idea that G-d is loving but not necessarily 'all powerful' how we think of it---he can't interfere with rules that he's already put in place, like gravity and free will. I'm not explaining it very well, but it's a good read and I recommend it if you're interested in the subject."

I just figured that the book recommendation could help someone the way it helped me, but no one had to interact with my comment if they didn't want to---so it was harmless, right?

Then some random girl starts commenting under my recommendation, basically trying to debate me on what I said and whether or not G-d is real based on what I said about him not necessarily being all powerful, just based on the ideas put forth in Kushner's book. Saying random shit like- "did he or did he not preform miracles in the old testament?" -and- "oh so you think him parting the red sea was a metaphor?" -to try and have some "gotcha" moment on me.

I even told her that I wasn't explaining the book very well and that, if she wanted to, she could give it a read if she was actually interested in the subject---but I impressed upon her that she 100% didn't have to read it or believe the same things I did or believe in G-d at all, it was her choice and none of my business.

Still, this girl was adamant about arguing with me and kept being like really smartass passive aggressive, like the type where they act like you're stupid, and I just...I genuinely don't know what the fuck her problem was. I tried asking her why she felt the need to "debate me" and be rude under a comment she could've just ignored, but she just responded with- "you people will find any excuse" -and like??? What???

People just need to mind their own business, frankly.

If someone isn't religious and isn't hurting anyone, leave them be.

If someone is religious and isn't hurting anyone, leave them be too.

Like, seriously, what happened to basic fucking decency? Why are people so concerned with what other people believe? Just mind your own damn business and go about your day!