#why is science so shite

[rmsstevielol]

i am Alexander Hamilton, he is me.

(im writing my arse off, revising for exams😣)

[thatpoppinat]

SGE Fancast

I've chosen these people without looking at their age cuz Hollywood doesn't give a shite about that anyway.

AGATHA

Isabelle Fuhrman: she killed it as Clove and Esther. She has the death stare down to a science.

Deva Cassel: She looks similar to the actresses I've chosen for Sophie (since they're supposed to be twins), but still has the dark hair and hazel eyes we see on the cover of the 6th book. The only caveat is that she doesn't have much acting experience and her mother is Monica freaking Bellucci, so I don't know how they'd portray her as unattractive. But regardless, she has that dark and brooding look I'm going for.

Also, I've been following Deva for a while and literally gasped when I saw her in this dress. This is literally how I pictured Agatha during the CoT!

SOPHIE - Whenever I read Sophie I can only ever think of these two

Dove Cameron: She's just so good at acting bubbly and smug! She's so preppy in Liv and Maddie and Schmigladoon! S1. But in Descendants, we see her play a more serious character as Mal. And with her background in singing- ugh, she's just phenomenal. I get such Glinda vibes from her.

But she totally rocks dark hair and a more mature vibe. Just imagine that scene in the first book where Sophie dyes her hair black 😭. Anyways, moving on.

Elle Fanning: She has the round face, blonde hair, and green eyes. If you watched The Great, you can see just how well she plays a sassy and more mature character. There's also the fact that she played Aurora in Maleficent, and I feel like with Sophie herself wanting to be a princess, it would have just been so ironic XD

VANESSA - I was heavily debating on whether I should post this but,

Amanda Seyfried: She really has the range in terms of acting. She also has blonde and green eyes. I can't explain it, but I just see her as Vanessa. And I don't want to hear anyone mention that she's on the younger side because Vanessa is dead.

CALLIS - I've yet to see somebody as Callis, but I have an idea:

Monica Bellucci: In my casting, I have her daughter as Agatha, so I figured why not? It could be this thing where like even though Agatha is not Callis' blood daughter in the book, she is irl.

TEDROS: I don't pay attention to men very much. But I might as well complete the trio-

CHARLES VANDERVAART: specifically blonde Charles Vandervaart. Will not elaborate.

Have a good day!

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TF 141 x Reader

I know COD MW Reboot is set in 2019, but I had an idea…

Future themed, like 80 or more so years in the future (like 2100-2200) where science has progressed some, but not a lot…

Slight insinuation to omega-verse (John can “smell” reader, like twice); wasn’t sure if I wanted to go that way or not though🤔

Simple mission. It was supposed to be simple. Get in, kill, extract information, get out. Why can’t it ever be simple like planned?

John smelled you before he saw you; that’s what derailed the mission. Rifle at the low ready, his men ready to breach the door; deadly team ready for whatever they find… so they thought.

Nothing prepared them for the scene alike to a human butcher shop. A mad scientist’s wet dream… Human blood jarred in glass canisters, skin pinned to a display board and drawn on mapping out tests, charts upon charts of anatomical drawings etched with half coherent data and notes.

The further they walk in the room, the worse it gets. Rotting flesh singeing the noses from the dead bodies left abandoned on gurneys and morgue tables… then came the weird part…

The glass pods; most broken and bodies spilled across the glass dead. Seemingly accidentally killed in rushed transport considering the knocked over trollies.

There was one though, the one John sniffed out having caught wind of something… *Odd…* A single surviving competent pod, filled with an eerie blue glowing liquid suspending a body curled in fetal position in the center. The information screen attached to the pod is blacked out. Turned off or dead, one of the two. Body left for dead, suspended and abandoned.

His jaw sets at the disturbing sight; watching as muscles twitch from the unconscious form. Akin to how a babe might when in womb…

“Bloody hell…” Gaz breathes feeling sick to his stomach, staring at the pod beside John with horror.

“Computers don’t work.” Ghost informs as he pulls a hard-drive from a server tower. “Whatever *it’s*,” he glances at the pod, taking in the wires and tubes connected to the platform it sits on, “running on has to be connected to a backup generator or something.”

Soap simply grimaces at the sight as he looks around, keeping his rifle at low ready alongside the Lieutenant, “Well, wha’ever it runs off ‘f, we nee’ t’ get out ’f Dextor’s Laboratory, aye?”

“Aye, mate.” John finally turns, looking away from the pod, carefully stepping over the tangle of cords and tubes connected to the experiment.

Gaz isn’t as fortunate as he follows his Captain’s lead; foot tangling in the mess as he slams into the ground pulling tubes off their plugs. “Shite!” The liquid gushing out of the platform and sparking wires as the pod drains.

John snatches Gaz up by his uniform as the team scatters backwards away from the blue-tinted watery slime that pools.

That’s when the information screen lights up; rebooting with the spark of live wires. Static and binary code race across the screen before it displays a connection error and flashes the last know screen with a couple error filled lines. It’s enough to read though.

Experiment: 2212

Name (Records) : [Error]

Year Born: [Error]

Year Died: [Error]

Cloned (DD/MM/YY): [Error]/[Error]/[Error]

Then the glass cracks.

“Well… shit…” John flips his safety as he gives the order and drops knee, “Safeties off.” He takes aim when the person who is now laid on the bottom of the pod floor breathes, “Gaz, get us intel off that drive.”

Ghost passes Gaz the drive as he moves to position, second on the right in Echelon, Soap to the first right, while Gaz loops around behind and moves to the control panel and plugs in the drive into the now powered terminal.

It’s tense; and John’s nose still tickles with the sticky scent of earlier, even if accompanied by rancid the musk of stale- and questionably- water.

That’s when your head lifts, hazily and weakly looking at the four uniformed soldiers in confusion and disorientated anxieties.

“Bloody hell, Mother Mary and Christ…” Gaz breathes loud cutting the silence with awe and shock; his head snapping away from the computer screen and keyboard to glance between his war brothers and you.

He doesn’t even know how to explain the situation, but still, he speaks; “They Wolverined their arses.”

That was the best explanation he had for what he read on the drive.

Nerd.

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Okay, I heard you were running out of ideas for Sergeant Price and Mac and HOPEFULLY this is the last idea you get before you get a break from the two knuckleheads. Anyhow: colorblind John. Whether it be from an injury, or he was born with it, Mac finds it funny either way to fuck with the boy.

I could imagine that one day John is sitting around in Mac’s office messing with a color cube he had on his desk and getting happy when he had ‘solved’ it. On instinct the Captain looks over because for one, he’s never been able to solve the bitch, and for two, John’s excitement had him wondering if he’d actually been able to solve the bitch.

To his surprise, the cube was still switched around, even looking a bit worse for wear in some circumstances and yet John just grinned at Mac with the proudest, most cockiest grin ever, and that’s when he realized that his Sergeant was colorblind.

How had he never seen this before?

Each time John would take a colored pen from his desk to do a word search or when he’d color in his brain books and the pictures would turn out a colorful mess, he’d always thought that John was fucking with him and was just doing it to mess up his stuff.

Oh how wrong he was, and how hilarious this situation is.

I could also imagine that, from then on, when John went to do anything involving color, he’d ask him what color he was using, and each time John would answer with the wrong color.

He realises and for a second he feels bad, was he wrong to just assume that the boy was deliberately fucking up? He can't bear to tell him that the Rubik's cube isn't solved because he looks so damn proud and hell, sometimes when your toddler points at a distorted blob they drew and tell you it's a giraffe, you just have to agree.

He decides to further test this revelation, purely for science before he outright tells John that for his entire life, he's been colouring the grass red.

So, he waits until John is in his office one day and makes himself seem busy with a stack of papers in front of him. He sits four files in front of John. And four post-it notes with little notes. One blue, one green, one yellow and one pink. Each file has a coloured scribble on the top right corner in a corresponding colour. He casually asks John to put the right note with each file. It should be easy, right? Each file has a colour at the top for each note and Mac is just so busy with useless paperwork that the brass is hounding him about.

He feels bad because the lad is willing to help, John might be an arse but he's a good guy and he'd never say no to helping Mac. He'd just say yes reluctantly.

He feels even worse when John finishes the task and hands it over happily, asking if Mac has anything else he could help with. He got the blue and yellow notes right, the green and pink not so much.

"John, I have a question and I want you to answer me honestly. Can you do that for me, lad?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"What colour is this?"

"Red, why?"

"Son, I love you and I admire your confidence but that's green."

"What? Are you taking the piss?"

"Son, I know your dad was a drinker but was he never sober enough to maybe comment on your drawings when you were a wee laddie? Maybe tell you that your colours weren't quite right?"

"Mac, what are you on about?"

"You're colourblind. Colourblind as shite, actually. I'm surprised you actually managed to join the army."

"..."

"I won't tell because if I do, you're fucked and other than this you're a mighty good fuckin' soldier but from now on if anyone asks, your favourite colour is blue because you can identify it easily and no discussing other colours. I'll label the red and green pens I keep in the drawer for you, alright?"

"Alright."

[croquis-el]

More on the topic of food in Gyakuten Saiban

TW: food description, food photo

The localization erased some details about the environment, so some things turned out to be too general. Okay, you've convinced me, this is regional food, unfamiliar names of products and dishes, etc.

That's why we've gathered here again to find out what they hid from us in the localization.

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I've already talked about how Naruhodō's taste preferences were changed and important details were removed from his monologues. You can read about it here:

So, this had some consequences - the connection with subsequent cases was lost.

Remember that Naruhodō's favorite tea is oolong? Well, it appears again. In Turnabout Corner.

いつの間にか、ポットの中身が、 変わっちゃうんです。

itsunomanika, potto no nakami ga, kawatchau ndesu.

Before you know it, the contents of the pot change.

紅茶からウーロン茶に! 一瞬にして!

kōcha kara ūron cha ni! Isshun ni shite!

From black tea to oolong tea! instantaneously!

It's nice when creators remember what they wrote for the character earlier.

It's clear with black tea, but how is oolong different?

Oolong, or qīng chá, occupies an intermediate position between green and red teas. Oolongs are called "tea of ​​changes", since from brewing to brewing the infusion changes its taste and aroma, revealing itself in a new way each time.

And here this transition line is much more visible: from black tea to green.

While Earl Grey and Darjeeling, which the localization offers us, both belong to black teas, and differ in taste and smell (citrus and floral-fruity).

Controversial, controversial...

Another funny fact - oolong is used to increase mental activity. It stimulates blood circulation well. And for Naruhodō, this is very important, because his job required and requires (a lawyer and a poker player) outstanding mental abilities.

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The next thing that changed its nature was the snack of detective Hozuki (Ema Skye)

勝手に入ったら、このカリントウ 投げつけるからね!

katte ni haittara, kono karintou nagetsukerukara ne!

If you come in without permission, I'll throw this Karinto at you!

(カリントウを 投げつけられた････)

(karintou o nagetsuke rareta)

(She threw a Karinto at me...)

In the Japanese version, it is crunchy karinto かりんとう (花林糖) fried breadsticks in brown sugar

Now the snack has a clear shape. (Personally, I initially thought it was some kind of smoked sausages, and then I heard a crunch)

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Next, we'll look at Odoroki and Minuki's discussion of the noodle stand

右から読んでも左から読んでも

同じ名前にすればいいんですね!

migi kara yonde mo hidari kara yonde mo onaji namae ni sureba ī ndesu ne!

It doesn't matter if you read it from the right or left. Just use the same name!

《ニクのクニ》とか。

“Niku no Kuni” to ka.

"Land of Meat" and so on.

《肉の国》････すさまじいな。なんの屋台なの?

“niku no kuni” susamajī na. Nan no yataina no?

"Land of Meat"... That's amazing. What kind of food stall is this?

やきとり屋さんをイメージしてみました!

yakitoriya-san o imēji shite mimashita!

I tried to imagine a yakitori restaurant!

Yakitori (焼き鳥, "fried chicken") is a Japanese dish made from chicken pieces (with giblets) grilled over coals on bamboo skewers.

The localization did a pretty good job of adapting the name, but it failed to preserve the specialization of the place, calling it a store. Well.

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And the last thing for today - university food

On the way, we meet another person who is a student at Yumei University (in the localization - Ivy University) - Kawazu Kyōsaku (河津京作) or Wesley Stickler.

During his testimony, he advertises the university cafeteria so actively that Odoroki even expresses a desire to try the food there

What was he talking about?

我が理工学部の学生食堂名物、《りこうタンメン》のスープ････

waga rikōgakubu no gakusei shokudō meibutsu, “rikō tanmen” no sūpu

The specialty of our Faculty of Science and Engineering student cafeteria, "Smart Tanmen" soup...

そのために入学する者すらいると

いう、伝説の味をオススメしますよ。

sonotame ni nyūgaku suru mono sura iru to iu, densetsu no aji o osusume shimasu yo.

I recommend this legendary taste, which some people even enroll in just for.

(ちょっと、食べてみたい)

(chotto, tabete mitai)

(I kinda want to try it)

りこうタンメン (rikō tanmen)

Chinese-style stir-fried vegetable noodle soup in a light chicken broth.

利口 (rikō) - clever, intelligent, wise, bright, sharp, sensible, smart, shrewd

Fun fact: Tanmen originated in the Kanto area and was mainly eaten in this region. (which, by the way, hints at the approximate location of the game).

Now imagine that Naruhodō was also released in the same form as this strange witness.

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I hope you found it interesting! If you have any additions or comments, please write about it, I read all the comments.

[tilebytiles]

star treatment - a.t. (part 2)

summary: there's a strange man named alex that has a strange obsession with you, and he makes the strangest offer of your life. word count: 3.2k warnings: none part 1

you had fallen asleep a while ago. the stars, although breathtakingly beautiful this far out in space, had eventually gotten tiring to look at, and your brain itched for something else. you were still too tense to talk to anyone else on the spacecraft, and alex was nowhere to be found, although you doubted you'd talk to him anyway. with no methods of entertainment beyond staring out the window, you fell asleep rather quickly, your imagination conjuring up strange dreams about the hotel you were heading to.

the only thing that woke you up was the sound of rustling clothes in front of you. drowsily, you forced your eyes open and your body to come up onto your feet. you were a little wobbly from trying to do so much so quick, but you regained your balance rather quickly and began to follow the journalists down the narrow aisle between the rows of seats. if there was anything science fiction films had taught you, you should have been floating through that rocket instead of walking. your feet, however, remained firmly planted on the carpet, a fact that was rather disappointing. floating would have been cooler.

the interior of the seating area was done in soft, warm colours, offering an inviting atmosphere. the seats were a navy blue with an off-white stripe down the center, and the walls were a shade of pink, something close to salmon, you thought. the floor was done in the same colour, but down the aisle was a red carpet. there weren't many seats, so the rocket could only house a group about the size of this one at any time. you didn't mind; the less people you had to awkwardly avoid, the better.

you realised the giant window at the end of the aisle that you'd thought was for stargazing was actually a port. as soon as you stepped into the giant see-through tube, you heard the door slide shut behind you, sealing you off from the rocket. you couldn't help but marvel at the empty chasm of space that surrounded you, as well as the moon that rested beneath you. from here, you could make out the complex building you were realising was meant to be the hotel. it looked futuristic and retro at the same time, an effect that wasn't hard to achieve; the architecture looked like the kind that was popular in the 70s, providing a sort of nostalgic feel, but it was sitting on the surface of the moon. this definitely wouldn't have been possible in the 70s (you could hardly believe it was possible now).

one of the journalists spoke up, shattering the awestruck silence. "he’s a bit mad for doin' all this."

the journalist beside him shrugged. "it’s kinda cool, though, don't you think?"

"well, sure, but imagine having these kinds of funds ... and you waste it on a lunar hotel?"

you hardly knew alex, but it made you feel a little uneasy to hear someone speaking ill of him. you wanted to speak up, but a third journalist beat you to it. "if anything, he's proving we can even do this kind of shite on the moon. it’s better than some of the stunts billionaires have been pulling."

"yeah, yeah, whatever, miles," the first journalist grumbled. "stop kissing his ass."

the journalist named miles rolled his eyes, then glanced over at you. you hadn't even realised he was walking beside you. he grinned at you and held out a hand for you to shake. "miles kane," he said.

you slowly shook his hand. "y/n l/n."

"you don't exactly seem like the reporter type. what’re you doin' up here with this pretentious lot?"

you liked him already.

"alex invited me," you told him. "i haven't really figured out why yet."

he nodded, seeming to ponder over the information you'd just given him despite it only being two sentences. "i’m sure we'll get along perfectly," he finally said, smiling at you again. "if any of these pricks cause you trouble, just lemme know."

"thank you." you smiled back at him.

when you made it to the other end of the tube, the door in front of you slid open, allowing your party of prose into the hotel. your eyes widened once you stepped through the door. the room you were in, which you guessed to be the main lobby, was absolutely gigantic — or at least, it felt that big. there was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the whole space with sconces mounted on the walls to light up the spots the chandelier couldn't reach. the walls were a warm, perhaps almost burnt, shade of orange, and the floor was made of lush carpet, the pattern almost hypnotising. squiggles of colour stretched from wall to wall above a black background. the wall to your right, close to the door, held floor-to-ceiling windows, showcasing the moon and the stars in all their glory. to your left was the reception desk, the lift to its left and the stairs to its right. chairs and tables were scattered amongst the space, providing plenty of spots to sit and rest. mounted on the wall behind the reception desk was a flat-screen TV. you were impressed it could pick anything up out here.

your group wandered over to the reception desk, and to your surprise, someone popped out of the door that had an 'EMPLOYEES ONLY' plaque, grinning at you all. "pleasure to meet you!" he said. "mr. turner told me you'd be arriving."

alex’s last name was turner?

"hold on," the first journalist from before said, "you mean you've just ... been here?"

the receptionist nodded, still smiling. "we’ve had more than enough resources to last us, don't worry. and they're replenishable! but we can get into that later."

"there’s more than one of you?"

"all the staff were busy prepping for your arrival. we hope you enjoy your stay. let me be the first to officially welcome you to the tranquility base hotel & casino. my name's mark, and i’ll be your guide for the tour today."

you admired mark’s genuine enthusiasm. then again, you didn't think it'd be very hard to be enthusiastic about a job like this.

he came out from behind the desk and motioned for your group to follow as he headed for the open doorway across from the door you'd just come through. it opened out into a long hall, branching off into different rooms. "this is where the café is," he said, pointing to one of the sets of doors you passed by. "that’s where you'll be eating all your meals, although your options will differ depending on the time of day. that," he said, pointing to another set of doors, "is the gym. there’s all kinds of equipment in there, and it's completely free for all guests, so don't be afraid to stop by."

he continued leading you down the hall, pointing at different doors and explaining them. connected to the café was a greenhouse that provided different types of produce, and it was available to guests ("take a tour or let the little ones learn how to garden!" he had said). there was a library, a laundry room, and even something like a patio at the very end of the hall, allowing you to get as close to the moon itself as you safely could.

when you came back up the hall and squeezed into the lift, mark explained how the actual hotel rooms would be the last part of the tour; that way, you could all rest as soon as you got to your rooms. your first stop was the very top of the hotel, where you could see the large hexagonal neon sign spinning slowly on top of its pole. they had built a pool into the roof, complete with a ladder to make getting in and out easy, a diving board, various chairs set up, umbrellas that you weren't even sure were necessary and bathrooms and changing rooms, the latter of which were fully stocked with robes, bathing suits and pool toys.

heading down a floor revealed the hotel's partial namesake: the casino. the lights were significantly dimmer here than they were in the rest of the hotel, but they weren't so dim that you couldn't see at all. machines had been pushed up against every wall and were lined up perfectly around the room. it was almost overstimulating, and you were grateful you left when you did, although the aftereffects of all the lights remained in your vision as colourful blobs for some time.

your whole group was staying on the same floor. you didn't know if you were glad about it or dreading it. at least miles would be nearby, you thought. he’d been making the occasional quiet joke to you throughout the whole tour, and you did your best to stifle your laughter to avoid dirty looks from the others.

"i’ll talk to you later," he said, snapping you out of your thoughts. you hadn't even realised you'd made it to your rooms. his was across the hall from yours. you nodded and flashed him one last smile before unlocking your door with the key mark had given you and stepping inside.

the room was lavishly decorated. you almost felt guilty for staying there for free. a four-poster bed stood tall, the frame painted a creamy white and the mattress covered in a white sheet. a thin fabric, something like lace, hung from each corner like curtains. the blanket looked soft, inviting, and after many, many hours of being stuck in a rocket and sleeping in a (albeit comfortable) chair, slipping under the covers and taking a proper nap sounded heavenly. you forced yourself to hold off on that nap, though, and continued your exploration of the room.

the overhead light was built into the ceiling, and upon discovering a small remote on top of the chest of drawers across from the bed, you realised the brightness could be changed. there was a floor-to-ceiling window built into the wall across from the door, offering yet another stunning view. the closet that was built into the wall rested to the left of the bed, and to the right was a small nightstand. In the closet, you found all sorts of clothes. at least there was comfort in the fact that no matter what happened, you'd be well-dressed for the occasion. not far from the nightstand was a door, and when you opened it, you discovered the bathroom.

ah, yes. it was about time you took a shower.

the water was perfectly warm, and the shampoo smelled lovely. although it had only been a few days, you still felt gross for having gone so long without a shower; you guessed it was only because you were used to showering every day. when you finished getting cleaned up, you slipped into the cosiest pair of pyjamas you'd ever gotten your hands on and made sure to turn the light off before slipping into the unnecessarily fancy bed.

you wondered what alex was up to. you hoped you'd see him tomorrow, mostly so you could thank him for inviting you in the first place. although the concept of a hotel in space still felt a bit mad to you, you were beginning to realise it really wasn't as bad as you'd expected it to be. maybe you were even a bit proud of him.

•••••

the next morning — at least, you guessed it was morning — you made your first trip to the café mark had shown you. you had to admit, you were starving. although you'd been given snacks on the rocket, they were exactly that — snacks. they hadn't been near enough to keep you full, and now your stomach felt like it was going to gnaw its way through your entire body if you didn't get something to eat soon.

a few of the journalists were already in there, including Miles. you headed towards the counter, where the employee behind the till smiled at you. "what can i get for you today?"

"uh ..." you stared at the imposing menu on the wall, assessing your options. "can i have the egg croissant, please?"

"would you like a drink with that?"

"water’s fine, thanks." the employee nodded, punching your order in, and when the small number popped up on the digital screen sticking up from the till, your eyes widened. it was cheaper than you'd been expecting. you quickly fished your wallet out of your pocket.

once the transaction was complete, you headed for miles' table and sat across from him. he was scribbling something in his notepad, but when he heard the creak of your chair, his head snapped up. when he realised it was you, he grinned. "hey, y/n."

"hey," you replied. "what are you doing?"

"writin' down some notes for that article i gotta write. we’ve been here for less than a day, and i already have enough info to crank out a goddamn essay."

that made you laugh, earning a sideways glance from one of the journalists. it was the one that had been questioning alex’s motives before. you heard miles scoff, prompting you to look back at him with a raised brow. “trouble in paradise?”

he snorted. “hardly paradise with that prick around.”

“who is he?”

“james schwartz, also known as one of the biggest dickheads on the planet. old money — his dad runs the paper he writes for, and his dad ran it before that, and so on. heard he’s in line for the throne.” he shook his head. “he’s willin’ to do anything for a story. can’t keep a girlfriend for more than a few months, either.”

“what do you mean, he’s willing to do anything?”

he eyed you for a few moments, as if he was debating whether or not he should unveil james’ moral crimes to you. eventually, he sighed, leaning back in his chair; so much so that the two front legs rose from the floor. “the best of it, so to speak, is that he flooded some poor shop owner’s voicemail until they phoned him back.”

“and the worst?”

his lips pressed into a thin line, and his gaze sauntered over to land on james, who’d put a pair of headphones on at some point and remained entirely oblivious to your conversation. still, to be on the safe side, miles’ voice lowered, forcing you to lean over to hear him. “he dated a girl, some model from bristol. a couple of months later, she broke up with him, and then suddenly, her nudes were up on the Internet, free for all perverted fucks to see. he was one of the first to cover the story, and his article painted her in a suspicious light, spoutin’ some shite about how she shouldn’t have let anyone take such compromisin’ pictures of her. she quit modelling not long after. it was never proven to be him, but …” he shrugged and looked back to you.

your stomach churned at the mere thought of what he’d gotten away with. “surely someone questioned him?”

“if they did, he probably paid them to keep quiet. either way —” he dropped his pencil onto his notepad. “— i would stay away from him, if i were you.”

“don’t need to tell me twice,” you mumbled.

after your food had arrived and you’d satiated your hunger, miles suggested heading up to the pool for a quick dip. you agreed, although considering you’d just eaten, you didn’t think you would actually do any swimming. this notion seemed a bit funny to him, and he even asked if you were chicken, but he didn’t press the matter any further.

much to your delight, there were swimsuits in the dressing room, and you slipped into a black bikini on the off chance you hopped into the water. wrapping yourself up in a plush white robe that had the hotel’s acronym embroidered into the left breast, you stepped out onto the pool deck. miles was already in the pool, clad in a pair of black swim trunks and swimming from one end to the other, engaged in an intense race against himself. you plopped down onto one of the pool chairs and stretched your legs out, watching as miles swam to the edge closest to you with a grin. “the water’s lovely.”

“i’d rather not get cramps,” you said, making him laugh. he playfully splashed water in your direction, spraying small droplets onto your calves and the chair beneath you. the water was cold against your skin.

you heard the entrance to the pool open, making you turn and look over your shoulder. alex stood in the doorway, and when he saw you, he managed a small smile. “i didn’t expect to see you here.”

“i could say the same for you.”

“i was looking for miles.” he glanced around you and spotted the man in question, who offered an enthusiastic wave that was akin to one from a child. “mark said you’d be here.”

“you should come join me, mr. turner,” miles replied, assuming an exaggerated air of pompousness. “have you even tested your own pool?”

alex seemed to genuinely consider that question for a few moments. his hands slid down into his pockets, and his lips pressed together before finally parting to form the words, “no, i haven’t.”

and with that, he found himself in swim trunks exactly like miles’ less than a few minutes later. it was the first time you’d seen him in anything beyond his perfectly crisp suits, and it also offered you a chance to admire his physique. his abs were lightly defined, as were the muscles lining his arms; the veins in his forearms protruded, as if all they needed was a small push before bursting from his skin; his legs had about as much hair as you could have expected, and there was a light smattering of hair across his chest. draped over his chest, sinking into the dips of his collarbones, was a thin gold chain, the same one you’d seen him wear a number of times at the café.

miles whistled, snapping you out of the spell alex’s body had put you under. “she’s oglin’ ya.”

“am not!” you protested, glaring at him.

he only rolled his eyes. “there’s nothin’ wrong with admirin’.”

you didn’t say anything, only crossed your arms over your chest. it wasn’t like you needed to respond, though; the heat that spread across your cheeks like wildfire spoke volumes.

if you were being perfectly honest with yourself — which you did reluctantly — alex had always caught your eye. you mostly attributed it to the mysterious aura that he was always shrouded in, brought into existence by how little he spoke, how much he kept to himself, and the documents he primarily occupied himself with. even if you now knew what those documents had been for, there were still heaps of things that remained locked away from you. for fuck’s sake, you’d learned his last name from a complete stranger.

in some ways, his mystery was a siren call, coaxing you in for what you thought might be your untimely demise. if there was anything the piles of romance novels in your flat had taught you, it was that strange men — especially rich ones — shouldn’t ever be trusted with matters of the heart.

as alex lowered himself into the pool, though, you let yourself ogle for a little while longer.

[ineedmorevat7kinmylife]

Captain Underpants and related works rant.

I've gotten real fucking tired of people shiting on these books. I don't know if something like this has been done before, but I've seen too many parents not let their kids buy them, or kids who love to read call them stupid. More in depth under the cut.

First of all, I don't know who decided that "rude humor" in something made it of less value. That's stupid. Tons of people enjoy sex jokes, fart jokes are kind of just the kid-friendly version of that. And don't pretend that you've never enjoyed a fart joke. Some of them are objectively funny.

And do you know why Captain Underpants, Dog Man, and The Cat Kid's Comic Club books have that style of humor? It's to get more kids to read. Most eight-year-olds won't read something they don't think is funny. Those books are getting kids who might not read anything else to pick up a book. If you don't like that, I don't know what to tell you.

Also, it's not like that's the only thing those books contain. There are other jokes in there. And they're chock full of good messages. Stand up for yourself. Authority figures, even your parents, aren't always right, and can sometimes be outright cruel. Being creative is just as, if not more, important as being school-smart. Drawing and writing are important skills. Criminals can change. People can get better. If you focus on the bad things in life, you won't get anything done, and will be miserable. The books also bring to light the unrealistic expectations we place on children. They encourage people to let their kids have fun.

The Captain Underpants books, especially later on, use complex storytelling, and could even be considered science-fiction.

These books put on a cover of being just about fart jokes, get kids who don't like reading, who are told they aren't smart enough for sophisticated books, to pick them up because they like the drawings and the titles. And then they shove reinforcement after reinforcement that they are smart into the kids brains. They show them characters that are just like them, and show them saving the world.

So fuck you if you think Captain Underpants and Dog Man and any other thing like them aren't important. Dav Pilkey gives me hope for our world because he's still out there making it better.

TLDR: Captain Underpants and other things like it get kids who think they aren't smart to pick them up, and then the book teaches them that they're wrong. (along with various other messages)

[sgiandubh]

I think it's interesting that people (you included) will not find fault with Caitriona. She's on social media but not acknowledging anything or anyone and it's stated well she did it privately. You don't know what she did privately. You stating it doesn't make it true. Stans on Twitter claiming up and down, it's because she has a husband and child, so they can see how weird it looks that she ignores everything, but think of excuses. Lots of people have a spouse and child, yet take 45 seconds to publicly acknowledge things. Sam gets made fun of for selling or promoting (you included) but Cait is precious and fault on her part is not a thing. Why?

Dear Find Fault Anon,

One more time (and I shall always repeat it, until we get somewhere): I am not interested in S and C separately and I dare to think, based on things I do know, that this is not a possibility. Therefore, I shall always consider them as an entity and I am not a Caitriona Balfe stan. Between you and me, I think this is the most ridiculous accusation you could have thought of: usually people shout at me for being an S worshipper, which is not the case.

How could I, Anon? These people are my age, FFS!

Yes, it's very poor manners of C not to thank the Academy of Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror Films for that award. But you seem to conveniently forget the tiny detail that S did not congratulate her on social media, either. And, lest I forget, neither did Skeleton, who wouldn't have missed the coat-tailing opportunity for the world, I think and who genuinely likes both of them. S is the only one half-heartedly promoting OL on his socials. For example, I know you don't give a shite about him (I do), but did you hear anything else OL related from Vandervaart, since promo was over? Or John Bell, for that matter?

Nope. You haven't. They all seem to have vanished into thin air, only to materialize when *** will finally decide to put us out of our misery and broadcast Season 7B.

To me, this is the sign something is brewing. I have no speculation to offer, just something that makes you go hmmm. Eventually, though, dots will connect, things will make sense. They always do.

You seem unhappy with my pragmatic take on things, by which I stand: we don't know a thing about this situation and can only speculate. And guess what, my dear: neither do you.

But sure, feel free to focus on nitpicking. That makes you the ideal fodder for this silly game currently being played. Focus on Insta follows opening trails that lead you nowhere and on online times, if it makes you happy. I couldn't care less, Anon. But don't come here stirring shit because you are bored and looking forward to engage with someone. You are barking up the wrong tree.

Finally, I hope you know the difference between opinions and facts. If you don't, by now, I am very sorry and somewhat worried for you. Truly.

[froldgapp]

Finished Arcane

So, I finished Arcane. Loved it. What a stunning piece of work. The animation was creative, sublime, exciting. I loved the voice acting too. The whole cast of characters was just ace.

But...

That speech Jayce gives Viktor at the end about the folly of healing his imperfections* is so disappointing–it just took me right out of the splendour of that closing set piece.

My dude, Viktor was dying due to pollution caused by your rich-arse society dumping shite on him and others like him! He wanted to survive in order to help other disadvantaged people from the Undercities. You have blatantly shown contempt for people from the Undercities in front of Viktor too ,and threw him a bit of a "you're one of the good ones" vibe. The issues Viktor began addressing in his Science Jesus era were caused by systemic abuse of a whole sector of the population for the betterment of the most well-off.

I'm not arguing that hexcore Viktor didn't go a bit mental after his augmentations, but to take the line of argument of "just love yourself, bro" by a buff, physically robust laddie from Piltover was a bit rich.

This is why we need more working class people in creative spaces. Just someone from a council estate with a big red pen going, "No! Wrong! Not like that!"

. * even to say "imperfections" when the man had to walk with a stick and was chronically ill is bananas.

[sinnerofwalpurgisnacht]

if every known identity of a sinner was put in a room together, which do you think would have the most...

let's say interesting time. my bets are on the heathcliffs.

We've already seen how that would turn out, as it were. I would argue that the Erlkönig is an outlier and shouldn't be taken as a reference point for inter-Heathcliff theatrics.

The hell is that supposed to mean, "theatrics?" Is it all some bloody... opera to you, mate? Or whatever you posh twits watch. - Heathcliff🪻

For one I can imagine the meeting being cordial for the most part, if still loud and vulgar as usual.

I'll ignore that for your sake ya fucking tory, but you're right that it'd go fine. That one bloke was just mental and beating shite up together is good for making friends. - Heath 🪻

Odd use of vocabulary, may you explain what that word means?

What, did I find something you don't know? Hah. Got one over you for once, it means being a posh knobhead or something like that. - Doctor Heathcliff in Words Science, PHD🪻

...Okay.

To answer the question, Rodion or Outis. Both would be worthy of observation.

Why are you making that expression? - Heathcliff PHD 🪻

Though I will let them speak their mind on the matter themselves if they so wish. For now I will finish this post as it has been cluttered up enough.

I don't like that you didn't correct something when asked for once. Do you know the real meaning or not? And why did you ask a question you would already know if... Lass don't say bugger all and leave, yeah? - Heath PHD🪻

No, it was just funny.

Ah... What? That doesn't answer anything. At least that's familiar. - Heath🪻

[dubiousduskwight]

Day 9: Lend an Ear

Every time he heard the chime of the linkpearl, Rorogino shut his eyes in what was now instinct. Most of the time this wasn’t an issue, but it never failed to interrupt his flow when it happened while painting. Sighing, he looked past his reference picture, gave his patron an apologetic look, and set down his brush to bring his hand to his ear, daubing it in a sandy brown while he did so.

“Hey, ma.” His eyes remained closed as he listened to the conversation on the other end of the line. She was still arguing with his youngest sister, he could tell, but didn’t question why she’d call anyway. Hamletfolk had weird habits. Came from living under a dome with a fake sun, and he couldn’t say he hadn’t picked up a few of his own.

“Yeah, ma,” he replied. “Yeah. No, coin’s coming in.” He opened one eye to look over at the new client and winced, again in apology. She held up her hands to signal a silent understanding. “No, no grant money.”

The tone shifted, and his voice took on a note of annoyance, concealed under surprise. “Wow, a new vilekin? He did? That’s great. Hey, listen, I’m painting, can you call me in a bell – no, of course I’m not doing that. I said I wouldn’t.” He gave a flat look at the canvas. “Ma, it’s a landscape.” This was true: a sketch of the southern Shroud between the forest proper and Highbridge was taking shape on his canvas. “I’ll call back. I will. I mean it. All the best to the rest.”

He ended the call, and exhaled. “Only way she’d let me off the island without a panic,” he explained, tapping the ear that held the linkpearl. “Never calls at a reasonable hour. I told her when I was free, but you think she remembers? Nah.”

“That’s family, I suppose,” said his client, who offered him a small smile and kept her hands folded in her lap.

“Yeah, I suppose.” He picked up his brush, paused, and put it back down before reaching for his pallette. “’New vilekin’,” he said, sneering. “He’s a research assistant. Probably just cleaned up the writing. Or just cleaned up the lab. Always acting like he was working on the Ragnarok. But it’s in the sciences, it’s a good job. It’s not - “ He gestured at his canvas. “You know.”

“Of course. We do value the sciences in Ishgard, but we’re an art-loving lot. It’s a shame there are people in Sharlayan who can’t see that.”

“The poetry department does all right for itself,” Rorogino conceded. “Somehow. But I mean. I’m out here making money, doing something practical, but I gotta act like a guy who stands up to take a shite is the smartest man on the isle.” “...Did you mean ‘sits down to -' “

“I know what I said. Sorry, sorry, we should get on with this.” He pointed at the canvas, where a bare patch of the winding road between Thanalan and the Shroud hadn’t yet been painted in. “You want the pit to go here?”

His patron stepped around him to peer at the location, and gave an approving smile. “Just so. We’ll lead the ambush from there.” “Great. If you got that soil like I asked, we can get started.”

[maxdibert]

I've read and studied feminism at university. And I'll say it again, it's not the same as today's wave. Feminism is split into waves and decades. If you don't get that and think it's all based on some criteria you tart up with technical jargon, then you should study at a proper university before embarrassing yourself.

Obsessing over you? Please, my community has the best taste in this fandom, and clever people from outside have already backed some of our metas. Plus we actually give a damn about the books instead of posting any old shite dressed up with fancy words to pretend we get the characters and the story. It's so easy to win over the fandom with glorified self insert takes.

I have a double degree in Law and Political Science. Within Political Science, I specialized in gender studies, so if you’re planning to pull the “argument from authority” card, I think you’re going to lose in this arena. Beyond that, I’ve explicitly referenced the waves of feminism, which is why I pointed out that the concepts you’re attributing to the latest waves were already being debated during the second wave in the ’70s. If you’re unaware of that—if you genuinely think such basic ideas as the ones I mentioned are exclusive to modern feminism—then you clearly haven’t read a thing. Concepts like being influenced by patriarchal biases or exhibiting internalized misogyny towards other women were already discussed in the ’70s.

And let me go even further: theories on gender biases emerged in the ’80s and were solidified in the ’90s by scholars like Butler. Everything you think is revolutionary today has been around since before you were born, or had already started to be addressed back then. That’s why you come across as a wannabe dilettante who took a couple of university courses and now believes you’re a professor, lecturing me. Me, who has an academic background in gender-based violence from a legal perspective, and gender studies from a political perspective, and who has spent 10 years actively engaged in political activism.

And yes, you are obsessed with me. You’re fixated on the fact that I couldn’t care less about your opinion. You’re obsessed with the idea of me being a strong, confident woman who speaks her mind openly and isn’t afraid to attach her name to her opinions. Meanwhile, you don’t even have the guts to reveal your identity, hiding behind anonymity because your fragile ego couldn’t handle being called out. You’re obsessed with my education, obsessed with how I look, obsessed with my social life.

You spend your days bombarding me with messages because you’re nothing more than a pathetic, miserable nerd who can’t stand the existence of women who make you feel intimidated. But that’s not my problem, or anyone else’s, for that matter. That’s your problem. It’s about whatever trauma has led you to have such a terrible self-image and feel threatened by everyone. It’s about the lack of support and affection that you so obviously carry like a weight on your back. If you truly had the confidence you claim, you wouldn’t be here, day after day, desperately seeking my attention, even if it’s just in the form of a couple of lousy replies.

You stalk all my posts, create Discord servers about me, and engage in all kinds of nonsense. You’re pathetic. And probably very unloved, a fact you should address in therapy, along with your hatred of women who intimidate you, your fragile sense of femininity, and your need to mimic male tactics to try to undermine other women.

[keepthedelta]

i have to ask,,,, why is it that f1 and the us just have the worst history with each other??? like ive read a few things (i.e the many many attempts of f1 to break into the american market) and it seems like historically, f1 and its relationship w the states is just shite,,,,, even amongst fans it just seems like nobody wants to race in the states???? they’re not even trying to hide the fact that they’re actively preventing an american team from joining the sport???? idk i feel like the issues with f1 and the states have been going on for so long its baffling no ones managed to fix it after all these years

(just gonna put it out there that i am not american and have no horse in this race i just found it odd lol…. is this whole thing just classic europe hating the us?? who knows)

okay this one took me a while because i wanted to think it through properly. bear in mind that i am neither american or european, but i think it's a combination of several things.

one of them is absolutely the classic europe hating the usa etc. etc. us culture is very prominent across the world. it doesn't matter where you are, you're probably going to have watched american films, american tv shows, listened to american music. i'm not going to go so far as to say that they have a cultural monopoly, but it definitely drowns out a lot of local cultural experiences. on the internet you are expected to know, understand and be able to contextualise so many different aspects of american culture, and the favour is never returned. i think europe (broadly speaking, and obviously there is nuance within the continent) is also quite "precious" about their cultural legacy. the west in general views itself as the origin of civilisation, and as the birthplace of good music, good food, good art, of science and beauty. and so i think some of it is a petty battle between the cultural dominance of the us, and the perceived cultural heritage of europe.

and when you look at that in specific f1 terms, europe has a lot of very historic, very iconic tracks that fans really love. monaco, imola, silverstone, the nurburgring (although f1 hasn't raced there in a while). the usa has great, iconic tracks, but f1 doesn't race there. the best american track on the calendar is cota, which i've said before i don't consider to be an especially good track. it sometimes gives good racing, but every element of it is taken from another track. yes the senna esses is a great section of a track, but i would rather see it raced in interlagos, where they fit in with the rest of the track naturally. i love the fast sweeping corners of maggotts-becketts-chapel but i like seeing people race those corners in silverstone, where they are a natural part of the track and environment. cota is just a series of corners taken from other tracks and stuck together. with respect to any americans reading, it feels like a very american thing, to take elements of other nations and strip them of personality and feeling.

other than cota, all the american tracks are street circuits, and there's only so much excitement to be had there. yes the walls are narrow and you run the risk of crashing, but i don't believe that carnage is really that entertaining (i support chaos, not carnage). drivers crashing should not be the only "interesting" aspect of a race. and most street circuits fundamentally cannot provide enough interesting corners, elevation changes, structural interest to make them enjoyable. when you add in the danger and destruction that has come from the actual track part of street circuits like vegas and baku, i really don't believe it adds anything to the racing.

there's also one specific difference between american attitudes towards sport and european attitudes that i think is a factor here, and that is the "show" element. europeans love their sport, but the point of it is the sport. if you tried to do a halftime show in a european football match, i'm pretty sure you would be booed off. beyoncé could show up, and the fans would still tell her to step aside so they can watch jude bellingham kick a ball. the show element is much more important to americans, and you see it in the driver introductions at miami and vegas, the celebrity and influencer packed trackwalks etc, and i think that a lot of europeans see it as americans sullying their sport (because f1, and motor racing more broadly, did originate in europe) with their performances, because to them, the important thing is the sport.

america does have a very long history of motorsport, but it has mostly been contained within america, and the sheer size and population of america allows for viewing figures, sponsorship, money, that the rest of the world cannot compete with. nascar is one of the most watched sporting events in the world, solely based on american fans. and the origins of sports like nascar are unique to america. nascar originated in bootleggers smuggling alcohol during prohibition, and the rest of the world didn't have prohibition, so our motorsports are vastly different and cannot connect to american audiences in the same way.

there's also the fact that for much of it's history, the engineering side of motor racing has come from road car manufacturers who then developed cars specifically for racing. for instance, ferrari made road cars to sell to people to drive themselves, but developed a sporting side of the company specifically for racing. this was also the case for america, but because of the us's geographical distance from europe and political isolationism that promoted american made products over imports (this isn't unusual, but i think it's emphasised because the usa is so big and has such a large population) america never had the connection to the big european manufacturers that have historically dominated f1.

having said all that, i will say that f1 did once have a foothold in america. it was never as popular as nascar, but it did genuinely have audiences in the hundreds of thousands. but then the 2005 us grand prix happened. if you don't know, the 2005 us grand prix is an infamous race. at that time there were two tyre suppliers, bridgestone and michelin. ferrari, jordan, and minardi (jordan and minardi being backmarker teams) all used bridgestones while everyone else used michelin tyres. during practice toyota experienced two tyre failures, causing major accidents for ralph schumacher and ricardo zonta. michelin's investigation revealed a flaw in the tyres which meant that they would not be able to withstand more than 10 laps on indianapolis's banked circuit. at the time, teams were not allowed to change tyres during the race. there was a lot of discussion and disagreement about what to do, with suggestions including adding a chicane, running it as a non-championship race, or even making pit-stops every 10 laps, but nothing could be agreed upon, and so after the formation lap all of the teams using michelin tyres withdrew from the race, leaving just six cars (two ferraris and four backmarkers) on the grid.

it was one of the least interesting but most controversial races in f1 history, and the american fans were furious. there were more than 100,000 fans present that day, many of them having travelled for miles and spent a lot of money and they got one of the worst races in f1 history. what f1 fanbase existed in america before that was pretty much killed off right then and there.

[strwberrypr1ncess]

guys i literally have my first exam on monday and im like not happy cause first of all i havent been to school since like early june LAST YEAR so obviously ive missed out on loads of my education and even before that when i was in school my attendance was literally shite and if i was in i was skipping or just not paying attention i know im stupid anyways i didnt go to school until january this year but i go to a behavioural school so they dont actually teach us much especially not the things we need to know so im literally screwed im gonna fail everything like my first exam is shakespeare?? idk anything about the guy and then triple science brooo science is my worst subject i literally dont know anything im actually so screwed and maths? dont even get me started on maths like yeah i know the basics like addition subtraction multiplication ect easy but the other stuff like idk pi or whatever yeah you have lost me why are the abcs in maths its maths not english get out im convinced im gonna fail and i have nobody to rant to about this so im posting it here

anyways bye

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Holy Water

Not Natural

The Devil's Trap

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: still new so not many, a hint of slow burn, spn inspired, alpha/omega dynamics, demon Kells, hunter Dom, teasing, insults, blood, pain, mentions of a curse, unsafe driving, boys being playful and mean to each other, threats, innuendo, edging if you squint, flirting ⚰️ rating: mature

"Do you play with yourself?" Dom was so shocked by the purred voice and sudden appearance of a demon in his car that he swerved into the other lane and cursed as he tried to right the wheels. Thankfully it was a long stretch of straight highway and late enough no one else was around but he was still annoyed. The bastard disappeared after making him feel weird about his curse and that was his first question back?

"The fuck you on about?" He grumbled back, cracking his neck and clenching his fingers around the steering wheel. He had been getting sleepy but he certainly wasn't anymore. His heart was racing and he couldn't help but squeeze his thighs.

"Do. You. Play?" The demon asked, his voice dripping with something akin to lust but Dom knew it couldn't be for him. The wanker was just teasing him, he was sure of it.

"Don't everyone?" He huffed back, completely ignoring the point of what the beast asked. He knew what Kells was asking but he didn't have to share everything.

"I'm talking about- Do you touch your pussy Dominic?" Kells didn't know why it was bugging him so much and he tried to sound nonchalant but he knew he was failing. He'd tried to leave and focus on anything else all fucking day but the image of those plush spread thighs was burned into his retinas. Since finally talking to the Hunter he couldn't seem to stay away for more than a few hours.

Dom clenched his thighs again, his breath coming a little faster. He'd gone years barely ever thinking about the extra hole between his legs- he ignored it as much as he could. For a few days every month he would notice himself a little extra tingly but otherwise he acted as if it didn't exist. Now it felt like a near constant buzz as if he'd shoved a toy inside himself, something he'd never actually done. Not that a monster deserved to know.

"Do you get wet?" Kells asked, his voice low in the darkness. The car was starting to feel too small for such an ancient rumbling giant of one. There was more than enough space but neither of them felt like it anymore. The demon took a deep breath and turned sideways, sprawling himself across the bench seat. His sunglasses slid down his nose as he watched the boy. The human. The thing that should be his enemy. Why did he care? How long could he say-

"Why?"

"For science." Yeah that didn't work. "Why are you scared to answer? I'd tell you all about it if I had one. Let's just say I'm curious."

"Yeah but you a slut." Dom teased and in the shadows he could see that Cheshire grin spread across the demon's face.

"And you're a fucking prude. Come on, you can tell me. I'm amazing at keeping secrets." He sighed as he eased across the seat, inching closer to the human whose scent wouldn't leave his mind. "When it's late and you're stuck in those ratty old beds and you're lonely, do you explore yourself? Do you touch yourself and soak yourself and bury your fingers in that pretty tight cu- shit!" Before he could reach the kid Dom swerved the car again, sending him tumbling back against the door to hit his head on the window. Hard. He was pretty sure he heard it crack but that might have been his skull. Shit.

"Contrary to your fucking massively inflated ego- I ain't trying to fuck you Kells. You don't get to ask shite like tha' outta the bloody blue. Now be a good bitch and stay." Dom growled, his nostrils flaring with his soft plush lip raised in a snarl.

The demon couldn't help but laugh, no matter what Dom said he could taste his desire in the air. Kells knew he was hot. Besides, he knew the demon who had cursed Dom, the monster the boy had almost had a relationship with. He knew he was the punk's type. He'd meant to just fuck with him but he found himself more turned on than he'd been in so long. There was something about the faux omega that tickled his instincts and it bugged him. Attraction gave someone power over you. He was just trying to take his power back. "Oh Domie, I'm not the bitch here. Besides, I already know the answer. You're too much a fucking prude to have any fun but you do get wet. I can smell you."

Dom's blood was boiling. He hadn't asked for help. He hadn't asked for the bastard to tag along and pick at every insecurity he had. He hadn't asked to be slipped that crimson mickey that he was sure was the only reason he was looking twice at the literal demon in his car. That was the problem here, the blood. That's all that was making him- "Oh god." The beast was right- he was wet. He'd never really been wet. It wasn't much but enough to feel sticky and warm between his legs and he was starting to regret wearing his pants so high. The ridge of his inseam was riding up between his folds and driving him mad.

"Mmm, definitely not that bastard." Kells teased, he knew he was in trouble but it wasn't like the kid could actually hurt him. He didn't have the weaponry. Everything else he tried was honestly just foreplay, even the hot blood trickling through his blonde hair to soak into the back of his shirt felt like a display of lust. A pleasurable tease. A first step to them finding their way to bed together but he knew he shouldn't. He truly had come to help the Hunter find their shared enemy.

"Cute. Why you back Kells?" Dom huffed, trying not to squirm too much in his seat. He wouldn't give the monster the satisfaction.

"We're hunting together." He shrugged, taking his glasses off and folding them before he slipped them into his pocket. He tried to lean back and get comfortable but it was difficult. His pants were too tight and his cock too hard. He was just glad the boy didn't know how much a fuck up he really was, how disgusting he was. Being a demon was one thing but the thoughts he had about the kid? Shit.

"No, you're stalking me while I'm 'unting."

"Same difference."

"It's really not. If I told you to fuck off again?"

"Did it work last time?" The demon grinned, sticking his tongue out as the boy sighed deep. "Do you need to ride?"

Dom choked on spit and spluttered, stuttering a moment as he glanced to the monster with wide eyes. "Wha'?"

The human almost shrieked but he could feel his blood inside him all rushing south. "Do you need me to drive for a while? What the fuck dude? Settle."

"Oi! No one touches me car." Dom knew he had to have done that on purpose. He wasn't sure why he was being tortured with the demon but he knew logically the fucker could help. "I'm stopping in a bit. Found a job nearby. We can find a motel and you can fuck off."

"So you can touch yourself?"

"So I can bloody sleep!" Even Dom didn't know his voice could go so high pitch but the beast brought something out in him.

"Nah, I think I'll stick around for a bit. Don't worry, I won't steal your blankets but I might use all the hot water." He couldn't help chuckling as the human whined for him but he didn't say anything against him staying.

Suddenly there was a hand under Dom's ass, those long fingers were groping and squeezing and the trickle of heat between his legs felt like a flood. His breath caught in his chest as the tingling became a live wire and he made a noise that sounded a little bit too much like a moan. He froze, he couldn't help it. There was something that went soft in his mind but as quickly as it was there the touch was gone. "Did you jus' take me wallet?" His voice was thready but laced with annoyance and when Kells laughed and patted over his thigh he kept himself from jumping.

"I'll go ahead of you and get us a room. Last one there gets to bottom!" The demon disappeared, his deep sensual laugh echoing in Dom's ears as he tightened his fists and pressed down on the gas. He knew he'd get there too late but he didn't know why the thought almost excited him. The devil was joking and he wouldn't allow it anyway. Fuck what was wrong with him? It was going to be a long fucking night.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Sorry, I know this was short but I'm really sick after the past few days. Bad flare. Big bad 😅 I didn't want to leave y'all with nothing though and I'm having fun just getting these boys set up in this story. I hope you enjoyed it! I have a lot of ideas for this one⚰️🖤

[trashyandtiredsol]

Second Live Reaction Thing

OKAY FINALE ACT OF ARCANE SEASON 2 LET'S FUCKIN GOOOO :D

Starting with episode 7:

(Ps: this turned out WAY longer than expected, like, over double as long)

1. YO THAT MUSIC DISK THING AT THE START HAS EKKO AND POWDER THIS TIME INSTEAD OF VI AND POWDER :0

Hope that means we finally get Ekko

2. YO YO YO THERE IS EKO LESS FUCKIN GO

Also- TIME FUCKERY SHIT IS HAPPENING I KNEW OTHER TUMBLR PEEPS WERE ONTO SOMETHING

Okay I'll tone down the yelling text now andhsjfjskg (hopefully- okay this is a lie, it will happen again)

3. ALTERNATE JINX I REPEATE ALTERNATE JINX HOLY SHIT- or is it Powder-

4. Bro Ekko is fucking GOING THROUGH IT my gosh

ALSO WHERE'S HEIMERDINGER

5. VANDER TO???!!?!??

6. MYLO AND CLAGGOR WHAT THE FUCK-

7. OOoooh it's Powder then, not Jinx, subtitles just confirmed it 👍

8. Oh hey Heimerdinger!! :D

9. OH FUCK YEAH HEIMERDINGER KNOWS TO ABOUT THE PARALLEL UNIVERSE SHIT SHOW THAT'S GOING DOWN

10. Oooh and now they're discussing what the absolute FUCK happened to Jayce

Also- Heimerdinger: "The anomaly behaved differently around him.'

YEAH probably cuz his doomed yaoi partner in science is connected to the Arcane AND they both literally created HexTech, with the HexTech core thing sucking Jayce and Ekko and Heimerdinger into wherever the fuck they are right now, like- yeah DUH it's gonna act differently around Jayce

11. Yay Vi mention!! :D

Wonder if she and Cait are dating or married in this universe-

12. Welp- time for the Jayce shit show to commence

13. OH THIS BETTER BE VIKTOR BEING OMINOUS AS SHIT RN

OKAY no Viktor... HOWEVER

14. THE FUCK KINDA APOCALYPTIC UNIVERSE IS JAYCE IN RN?????????

15. IS THAT PILTOVER!!???!!?!?!!

16. Lol Ekko questioning this Powder like she's Jinx- my man you're paranoid as all hell- but yeah, understandable

17. WAIT WHAT VI'S DEAD HERE D:

18. Ekko my boy PLEASE don't fuck up this universe and whatever relationship's this you has going on hfhajfjskgja

19. OOoooh jeez yep now Powder's upset at him

20. FUCKIN WHAT- okay now it's another alternate universe way more similar to the main one, with Jinx dead now

21. Oh nope- back to the "good future" one of sorts

22. Heimerdinger that song is way to upbeat for the shit fest going on right now- especially with Jayce

23. YO WE'RE GETTING TI SEE JAYCE'S OLD APARTMENT NOW IN THE UNIVERSE EKKO AND HEIMERDINGER ARE IN :D

Hope alternate Jayce in this universe isn't dead tho- the whole place looks abandoned

24. And now we're back to main Jayce, in an apocalyptic Zaun now! Think he's looking for Viktor

25. OH SHIT- VI DIED ON A JOB TO CHECK OUT JAYCE'S APARTMENT ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE EKKO SENT THEM ON

26. Oooo main Ekko found an early development HexTech crystal!! :D

Sweet sweet help yourself get home my dude!!

27. Damn Jayce is finding a LOT of standing dead people- or.. husks of dead people from what it looks like

28. OOoooh what else is watching you Jayce huh? Also please don't die figuring that out

29. OOOOH SHIT THE HUSKS ARE MOVING OH SHIT RUN JAYCE RUN

30. Oh so THAT'S why he has a brance on his leg earlier in the season after coming outta the parallel universe(s)

Fuckin his HexTech hammer absolutely knocked that knee out falling down that hill

31. Well shite that was a fucking hard as fuck impact Jayce

32. "How can I forsake a brilliant lad in need.. again." Well Heimerdinger definitely has some guilt, also that cut right to Jayce when he said "again" so I believe he's talking about him, even though I believe Heimerdinger forsake Jayce AND Viktor

33. Ohh shiiiit that leg looks baaaad as fuck

34. BRO WHO'S THAT WHITE CLOAKED FIGURE THAT JUST APPEARED THEN VANISHED?????

Hope it's Viktor honestly-

35. Does he SERIOUSLY spend the entire time he's in the parallel universe(s) trying to get outta a fucking huge hole in the ground??????? Fuckin hope not

36. The husks are watching him start to go insane in the solitude??? Fuckin REALLY?????

37. OH SHIT THERE'S THE HALLUCINATING, YA GOT black eyed Mel with the gold pupils and Viktor before the arcane bullshit with fully black eyes and Mel's makeup for some reason

38. OOoooh okay he made a brace outta his Hammer alrighty

39. Yay he's outta the hole!!! :D

40. Aww Ekko painted main Vi as an apology to Powder 🥺

41. Where the fuck are you going Jayce???

OOoooh the husks are watching- glad they're not attacking!! Which I think may have to do with Viktor?

42. YAY Ekko got Powder to help him and Heimerdinger with the HexTech crystal shards!! :D

43. Yay they're making progress!! Also I think Ekko just went back in time a little- oh yep yeah definitely

44. Well fuck that's definitely a way to know the limit being 4 seconds ajfjsjfjsjf

45. OOOH AND THERE'S SILCO! Weird eye thing going on but still Silco

46. And now Ekko made it awkward ajdjsjfjdkfk BRO IT'S A DIFFERENT UNIVERSE- like yeah obviously that's the fucking case with the eye Ekko don't bring up past trauma you're probably not even supposed to know about here

47. OOoooh and there's Powder making an entrance!! At least her and Jinx got that in common

48. Awww Powder and Ekko being adorable as fuck rn ahdhajgisjgu

49. YOO KISS TIME LESSGOOOOO

50. Fuckin flash banged by the change to Jayce in the post apocalyptic world from that wholesome moment ajfhsjfhsjfj

51. Well- looks like Jayce found his alternate universe self, dead- but still definitely him- at least I think- cuz that husk is I believe holding this universe's version of his hammer????? Oh yep definitely his hammer

52. OH THAT WHITE CLOAKED FIGURE HAS TO BE VIKTOR- IDK IF IT'S THIS ALTERNATIVE APOCALYPTIC UNIVERSE'S OR THE MAIN VIKTOR AFTER HIS DEATH BUT I REALLY HOPE IT'S VIKTOR

And if so- yep Viktor is definitely implying here that Jayce needs to kill main Viktor

53. AND WE GOT MAIN EKKO IN HIS ARCANE (Main universe in this case) LOOK AGAIN FUCK YEAH

Alrighty and that concludes this Live Reaction of episode 7!! Or in other words the first episode of season 2 act 3!! :D

Gonna probably go eat something then get back to watch the next episode