#is she u know... a friend of shaw?

[wrathion]

defrosting this account really quick hi. can we talk about how fucking funny this is in a post-mathias-shaw-is-canonically-gay world. please

[starkeymeow]

what would you do for love?

exboyfriend!rafe cameron x exgirlfriend!reader

— in which y/n spirals into a possessive obsession over her ex-boyfriend rafe. she quietly pulls the strings from the shadows, creating accidents, bribing others, and doing whatever it takes to maintain control—believing she is the only one truly capable of loving him.

warnings: dark!reader, rafe being the love quinn to readers joe goldberg i fear, or is reader delusional? world may never know !!

authors note: i couldnt help myself in writing this, ill write for waking up to you immediately soon LMAO, but i do have class today so it may be delayed even longer. if u arent part of the tag list, feel free to lmk thru replies, anons, dms, or reblogs !! notifications are always on <3

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you flinch when you hear the sharp shatter of glass nearby, some bottle smashing against the wall. a group of guys, mostly drunk and reckless, laughing as the shards scatter. your eyes roll somewhere else, anywhere else, away from the noise, the chaos.

you’ve been lingering around the same group for too long, and you need something new, something to distract you, pull you into a different space.

your shoes scuff against the concrete as you walk, weaving through people like you’re on autopilot, not really paying attention to where you’re headed until you catch sight of something—a fold-out table tennis table being hauled out of the back of someone’s beat-up van.

you almost laugh, but stas, your friend, is already there, pushing some guy off of her and reaching for you when she spots you walking by.

“y/n, you have to play!” she shouts, her voice a little too loud over the music, excitement making her words slur slightly. she pulls at your arm, trying to drag you into whatever drinking game they’re about to start. beer pong, flip cup, it doesn’t really matter. you’ve already had enough.

your head swims as she pulls you closer to the group, and you shake your head, gently pulling away. “i’ll watch,” you mutter, but stas barely hears you, already distracted by the table being set up.

stas keeps talking, about what? you don’t know, because you’re not listening anymore. her words turn into background noise as your eyes trail off somewhere else. across the way, your other friend shaw has set up his makeshift dj booth, some way for everyone to hear something rather than just screams, chants, and talking the whole time.

it’s not much of a dance floor, more of an invisible line where people stand around, swaying and talking, their heads bobbing to the beat. a few are bold enough to move in closer, letting the music take over, but most are just hanging out.

and there, right in the middle of it, you spot her. sofia.

her hips sway as she leads rafe toward the music, her hand wrapped around his, holding it above her head like she’s pulling him into some private little world. she’s got a drink in her other hand, laughing as she moves, carefree in a way that makes your stomach tighten.

rafe is smiling, but not at her. not really. you see the moment he catches sight of shaw behind the dj booth, the way he briefly pulls his attention away from sofia, stepping toward shaw to greet him. sofia, left without rafe’s guiding hand, stumbles for a second—just a second—but it’s enough. it’s like watching a baby take its first steps. cute, if you cared.

you don’t.

instead, your lips curl slightly. you glance over at stas, who’s still chattering about god knows what, oblivious to where your mind’s gone.

“shaw’s been eyeing you lately,” you say casually, tossing the lie out like it’s nothing. stas stops mid-sentence, blinking at you like she’s processing it. she turns her head to look at shaw, her grip on your arm tightening slightly.

you can practically feel her swallow, the way her expression shifts into something unreadable, and she tugs on your arm. “i wanna dance now,” she says, voice flat, but you can feel the pulse of urgency behind it.

perfect.

she pulls you with her, cutting across the skatepark toward the music, dragging you closer to where rafe and sofia are. no questions asked, and you let her lead.

you weave your way behind stas as you move to the rhythm of the music just enough to blend in. your body moves without thought, hips swaying as the heavy bass pounds through the skatepark.

stas releases your hand once she’s right in front of the makeshift booth, standing on her tiptoes and gripping the edge of the table, leaning in to talk to shaw. her voice is high, maybe a little slurred.

you gnaw on your bottom lip, stepping back for a moment, trying to make space for yourself. that’s when you feel it—someone bumping into you. the contact is light, unintentional, but it snaps you out of your daze. you spin around quickly, ready to apologize, but the words freeze in your throat the second you see who it is.

sofia’s standing right in front of you, staring back with a soft, almost shy smile, her lips parted as if she’s about to say something—probably an apology too.

she doesn’t know who you are, doesn’t recognize you, doesn’t have a clue.

you take her in, your eyes scanning her from head to toe. “cute dress,” you say, the words slipping out with a smile that never quite reaches your eyes. it’s polite enough, but there’s a sharp edge, a venom she doesn’t seem to catch.

sofia beams at the compliment, completely oblivious. she’s sweet, sure. her niceness, her smile—it’s all so carefully curated, like it’s been drilled into her.

the way she smiles up at you, so clueless, so unaffected. it almost makes you want to laugh.

you stand there for a split second longer, savoring the moment before stas calls your name, tugging on your arm, pulling you back toward the booth. you let yourself be dragged away, but not before stealing one last glance at sofia.

stas pulls you along behind the booth, and shaw greets you with that easy smile of his. without hesitation, you throw your arms around him, squeezing him tight. it makes you laugh the moment you let go. stas is right in the middle of it all, her laughter joining yours. shaw switches the track, a new beat pulsing through the speakers, and the three of you dissolve into your own little bubble, wrapped up in the party.

but sofia—well, she hasn’t moved far.

you can feel her eyes on you, lingering, like she’s trying to piece something together in her head. something about you must not sit right with her, something off. maybe it’s the way you looked at her earlier, or maybe it’s just that gut feeling people get when they sense danger but can’t quite place where it’s coming from.

she keeps watching you for a second longer, her expression faltering. she’s trying to convince herself there’s nothing to worry about, that you’re just some random girl at the party. after all, you complimented her dress, right? you even smiled—so what’s the harm?

but the crowd around her is thick now, people pressing in from all sides, dancing, shouting, moving like they own the night. she’s swallowed by the chaos. you see her hesitate, her movements more uncertain, her eyes darting around like she’s looking for an escape. and that’s when her gaze finally breaks from you—she’s searching for him.

you watch her weave through the crowd, her small frame almost lost in the mass of bodies, that anxious look in her eyes growing. she’s trying to keep calm, to pretend she’s not bothered, but it’s written all over her face.

the smugness spreads through you again, sinking deeper.

and then you see him.

rafe moves through the crowd with ease, his eyes landing on sofia immediately. he slips an arm around her shoulders like it’s second nature, his voice low as he probably asks if she’s alright. sofia nods, but you can see it—she’s unsettled.

and you? you just keep watching, your gaze fixed on them, every part of you relishing the control you hold over the situation without even lifting a finger.

then you hear it—some girl’s laugh from near the skate drop-ins. it pulls your attention away from sofia and rafe for a second, and you spot her almost immediately. you don’t know her, but she’s crouched near the concrete, spraycan in hand, adding some half-assed tag to the wall. her laugh is carefree, like she’s proud of her work, like it means something.

but your eyes trail away from her, settling on something else, something familiar in the mess of graffiti scrawled across the concrete.

blue spray paint. initials. r and s.

it should mean nothing, right? just random letters like all the other tags scattered around this place. but no, you know better. the handwriting—it’s too familiar, too practiced, almost like a signature you’ve memorized without ever really trying.

did you do this, rafe?

the thought sends a wave of bitter amusement through you, twisting your lips into something resembling a smile, but one that’s more cold than kind.

r and s.

simple. stupid, even. but it’s not. you know better. it’s rafe, leaving his mark, tying himself to sofia in a way that’s so casual it makes you sick.

and worse? he did it without you noticing.

it’s not about the letters themselves. it’s about what they mean. this isn’t just some random graffiti. no, this is a declaration—small and hidden enough to go unnoticed by anyone else, but not you. never you.

your mind convinces you that he’s playing with you, testing how much you’re paying attention, how closely you’re watching. and of course, you’re always watching.

really, rafe?

the thought burns as it settles in your chest. rafe cameron—practically born with a spotlight above his head—has the nerve to blend in when he wants to, to pull something like this off without you even seeing it happen. it’s impressive, really. he did this when your guard was down. when you weren’t watching.

you imagine him, crouched by the wall, glancing over his shoulder, making sure you weren’t looking. the thought twists something in your chest.

when did he do it?

when you were busy pretending not to care?

when your eyes were somewhere else for once?

he’s smooth, you’ll give him that. it’s a reminder, subtle but sharp, that he can always be a step ahead, always just out of reach when you think you’ve got him cornered.

you stand up straighter, licking your lips as that familiar bitterness floods you. the ownership, the jealousy, it all wraps tight around your gut. yeah, he’s got skills, huh? skills you didn’t give him enough credit for. he might be running around with her, playing his little game, but he’s still yours.

you smile, but it’s empty, more a grimace than anything else. it’s almost funny, really. the whole thing. r and s, like that’s supposed to matter. like it could ever really mean something.

it won’t last, and you’ll be here when it falls apart, picking up the pieces like you always do. because that’s the truth, isn’t it?

no matter where he runs or who he tries to hide behind, he always comes back to you.

he just doesn’t know it yet.

tags: @iissza @lotuslovers @obsessionsarenotfortheweak @yootvi @skyslowalking @ariiwritess @beebeerockknot @hoelesslyt @enchantinglovergirl @katekells @maybankslover @icaqttt @xcinnamonmalfoyx

[dmercer91]

an idea i had was nhl!ranger reader is like fairly aggressive, yeah?

like she’s had to hold her own, and prove her own bc she’s a woman.

but against this one team, she’s absolutely brutal.

and maybe it stems from her old rivalry with one of the players, OOOH OR MAYBE one of the players almost ended her career in juniors??

i made a new player up for the sake of this being friendly for people who cherish the usa wjc players however they play for the hawks just cause.. she’d so have a vendetta against the hawks idk i feel like she’d despise them

like she’s just here to serve cunt, fuck shit up and curse a bitch out

also, i picture charlie with a scar in the front of her eyebrow, like where the hair still grows straight rather than to the side, due to where her injury was

this…. turned into a full fic. blame my perfectionism and incessant research, idk. there’s also minimal jack which is why the title is njd

the full story | hooked au, njd

u-20 world juniors, december 26, 2019. preliminary rounds

line brawls were your forte. not only were they fun, and usually harmless, but they also gave you a chance to prove that your physicality wouldn’t be an issue if you got drafted to an nhl team.

in a canada vs usa game, the rivalry usually called for some penalty minutes

currently, your helmet was nowhere to be found, your gloves were voluntarily discarded, and your nose was bloody.

you’d concentrated on keeping the us players away from nico, and the guy who’d originally slid into the net and tripped him had taken most of your attention.

tyler shaw- a bigger centre who’d been drafted to chigaco the year prior.

you were holding up fairly well, until he took a stray stick off the top of the net and used it to shove your hand off his jersey.

you slid, turning so your back was facing him, and he cross checked you in the back of the neck, sending you forward and face first into the goal post.

a final time, he did the same near your shoulder blades, effectively keeping you down on the ice.

the room was spinning and the lights were too bright for your liking- you felt like you were ready to faint and throw up at the same time

dawson was quick to switch his fighting to shaw, quickly looking over at you to see if you were still conscious.

jamie drysdale had left what was essentially an aggressive, ill intended hug with the guy he’d picked up for the scrum to pull you over to the boards, giving an alarmed look to the coaching staff.

you weren’t responding to your name, or charlie. you were squeezing his hand but it was your only true sign of consciousness

most of the players had pulled away from their respective fights, staring over at you and jamie with looks of concern, some looking at shaw with looks of confusion- including his teammates.

when dawson was satisfied with his defence of his friend, he skated over, flexing his fingers in pain from punches.

he made it over a few moments before the teams medical staff, taking your hand and having jamie back away a little.

“you in there, char?” he took your neck guard off, knowing you’d always felt like it suffocated you.

you blinked, looking at him. he smiled, squeezing your hand.

“nico fell,” you murmured, worry laced in your voice for your goalie

“he’s padded like a marshmallow, rocky. i think you fell a little harder,” you smirked at his nickname for you, a mock of your likeness for fights.

that was all the reaction you had to anything for the rest of the night- a small grin.

when staff made it to you, you’d gone nonverbal again and you seemed to be slipping in and out of yourself. sometimes it looked as if you’d been out, couldn’t feel a thing, and other you were squeezing dawsons hand so hard you were cutting off circulation

the medical team had dawson and jamie help you off the ice, dawson staying with you in the ambulance since he’d been ejected from the game due to his defence of you.

when you were finally allowed visitors, the doctors let you explain to dawson- who you made promise to dumb it down and kid friendlify it for your little brother.

your neck was broken from the initial check. the doctors weren’t sure if you had paralysis until you became verbal again and calmed down enough for them to run necessary tests.

they concluded that other than some tingling in your arms and feet- you should be able to walk and eventually skate just fine.

you required surgery to fix the broken bones it your neck, but luckily the break did no damage to your spinal cord, so you’d be able to make a recovery.

they told you that other than your lack of ability to concentrate, which you assured them came long before the injury, you had no physical or memory related issues cause of your concussion

due to you presumably losing consciousness and going nonverbal after the blow, as well as your headaches and two consecutive seizures in the ambulance, they did imaging tests to see if you had any skull injuries or bleeding

you got lucky.

there were many opportunities for the injury to be career ending, even fatal- but the hospital assured you that you’d be able to return to mundane life in a week or two, after the concussion symptoms, and that you could return to sports once your neck was healed and you were cleared by your women’s league.

dawson was your caretaker, never leaving your side cause he was so anxious that the doctors had missed something- he needed to be ready to help if you needed him.

you tried to keep it lighthearted, despite your boredom and your throbbing pains

“my face feels eight feet wide,” you complained, eyes fluttering shut.

dawson stayed quiet, looking over at you for a moment and then returning to making you your lunch

“at least the several pints of blood coming out of my head made me look sick,” you chimed, smiling to yourself and pouting when dawson paid no mind

“mercer. you’re killing me, dude,” he sighed, coming over and sitting on the couch next to you.

“i was worried about you, y/n. i didn’t leave the waiting room other than to pee, i had nurses bringing me food cause they saw i wasn’t leaving. on the ice, i tried to make jokes but i was losing it,”

you leaned your head on his shoulder to the best of your ability with your neck brace, taking his hand.

“you’re still stuck with me. i’m too stubborn to die,” he finally cracked a smile, leaning his head onto your head.

“im holding you to that,”

-

january 5th, 2024. chi @ njd

you’d been dead silent ever since you’d gotten back to the dressing room since warmups.

tyler shaw had been marinating in the press box all season, and the team had chosen today to finally give him a spot on the fourth line.

when you saw his last name on a jersey you already weren’t fond of gliding around on the ice, your head immediately went back to the game that could’ve ended your life,

he’d been suspended from competing in iihf games since the incident, and his career had gone down hill from there, but the fact that he was still allowed on professional ice irked you to no ends.

dawson knew well enough why you looked like you were about to throw up, but your boyfriend and your captain were confused and concerned.

nico nodded for dawson to leave him to talk to you and sat in the now empty cubby, nudging your knee pads with his own.

“you alright, charlie?” you smiled softly at the ground, your soft spot for nico already grounding you.

“i’m okay, neeks,” you rested your head on his shoulder, the padding making for a comfortable spot.

“back in november you got enough penatly minutes against these guys to beat jack for the next two seasons, so how about we cool it today, yeah?” you giggled, wrapping both of your arms around nicos one that he used to pat your knee

“no promises. haven’t seen shaw since my last juniors game,” nicos lips parted, not having seen shaw on the ice during warmups and not clocking that your vendetta against the hawks was partly due to him.

“never mind. do crime, have fun, all of the stuff a captain absolutely wants to see,” he kissed your forehead and you laughed, looking up at him with a bright smile

“thank you, ni. your silly accent and questionable rule bending made me less prone to crimes,” he grinned.

“if you need a minute tonight, you’ll tell me?” you nodded and he hummed, staying in dawsons cubby while lindy spoke and up until it was time to get back onto the ice.

[thesecretcornerintheroom]

Goodnight Dean ⭐️ (blurb)

Pairing: Dean Thomas x Black female reader

Warnings: Hermonie crying, Kissing, This one is fluffy you guys (I can do a part two if u want 👀) (Honestly this was a cute little blurb cause I never do those)

Word count: 4316

In all honestly I did this for the only black wizard in hogwarts who would have my heart

Part 1

Here’s part 2

EVERYTHING IS RUINED, JUST RUINED. You see Hermonie at the bottom of the steps sobbing, her pink dress sprawled over the steps as she sits clutching her foot, probably getting a blister from her heels. Curls now falling from the perfect bun, you help her do for the ball. “Oh, Hermione, what's wrong you said as you walked down the steps; your curves were showing in your dress. You had a light purple dress with a V-cut and jewels sprawled around the bottom of your dress. The gown was adorned with sparkles and beads. Your hair was down, showing your natural curls, and a white corsage on your wrist was given to you by him. Hermonie, talk to me please you said, now sitting next to Hermonie, clutching her shoulders and moving your curls out your way. “Everything ruined, the ball, my night Ron and Harry are insufferable.” You were still confused and stunned. You didn’t know what Harry did. He was looking miserable all night cause he couldn’t take his dream girl he had been obsessing over all quarter, Cho Chang. Ron, you could believe he’s been a pain in the ass the whole semester, but you could tell it was due to insecurities and his raging crush on Hermonie. It became more evident since last year, and now it’s just getting worse because he’s hiding his emotions and being immature. “Oh honey, I’m sorry,” you said with an honest heart. Let me go to my room and change, and we can have a girl's night. I’ll invite Luna and Ginny, you said. Just shower and unwind before the rest of the girls from the ball consume the washroom”. “But wait, I thought you had plans with him,” Hermonie said with glossy eyes and a pitiful voice. “It’s okay,” I said. Now, standing up, “there are more pressing matters at hand.” You were giving her a smile and a kiss on the cheek. Leaving her to smile and stand and slowly start walking to her room.

As I walked up the steps, my heart was heavy, my eyes wandering, looking to see if he where I left him, and there he was leaning on a wall with my purple glitter Shaw in his hands. You took him in. He’s one of the tallest boys in your grade, his tan skin glowing under the Hogwarts lantern. His curls complement his eyebrows and brown eyes. “Dean Thomas, I’m afraid we must call it a night you said.” Now, walking over to him, Dean had on a traditional suit, but he did have on a purple tie and a white rose pin to his suit to match yours. “Oh, no worries he said with a small smile. “It is getting late, and I’ve probably bored you. I’m sorry, the night was more boring than I expected. We can sneak off to Diagon Alley and get Butter beer instead.” As you walked over to him, you saw his body language became small and awkward, which was funny because he's one of the most confident boys you know in our grade. Before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed the back of his neck, gently pulling him down to you, his hair hitting the tips of your finger. You pull him down to kiss you. That’s what you've been thinking about all night. The entire ball, Dean was sweet, complementing you, dancing with you, laughing with or at your jokes, including you in conversation with his friend, and telling you stories. He was perfect. The kiss was very soft at first. It started as a peck. You felt his lips against yours, and your lips and his danced together perfectly. You felt his body go ridged as he relaxed his stance, leaning into you more. You feel his fingers adding pressure to your hips. His hands started to go lower, and the kiss deepened. You felt him swipe his tongue on your bottom lip, requesting an opening. You let out an involuntary sigh, feeling your body tempter rise. You weren’t thinking about being caught by any teachers, including Snape. You were only worried about the feeling you had you were going to grant his wish as you opened your mouth. You both heard a “Oh my, why did the warbles lead me this way?” causing you and Dean to pull away, hearing the sounds of your lips leaving his as he clears his throat. You straighten out your purple dress. You turn to see Luna in her bright yellow dress. “Luna, I was looking for you,” you said, breaking the tension. Luna looked at you and Dean, puzzled. “Interesting enough, I’m not in his mouth,” caused me to gasp and Dean to chuckle. “Hermonie needs us,” I said with a flustered voice as I grabbed her hand. “Good night, Dean,” you said, looking at the boy whose now eyes were darker and whose lips were covered in your lips gloss and slightly swollen. He held eye contact for you a little longer. If only your friend wasn’t in her room, probably crying, and your other friend wasn’t hunting warbles. “Goodnight, y/n, rain check on the butter beer,” He said, saying the words quickly. “Of course,” you said, pulling Luna away and hurrying to your room to change.

[dxwnfxll]

HII!!

Your blog is probaly one of the best scp x reader ones, its very accurate!

so i wanted to request Dr. Bright (if u write for him) with a reader that really enjoys TJ/ SCP-590's company

Shure!

Note: I don't write for Dr. Bright/Shaw BUT i use a rewrite I have been working on named Dr. Jackie :D so she's still our loveable crazy chaotic chainsaw wielding ginger maniac just with a name change (and of course removing all the awful stuff as well LOL)

Dr. Jaime is an oc I'm just throwing in cause why not, she's a human that looks like she's mixed with a snake lol (i haven't made a ref yet for her)

×× Story starts here ××

You were a Jr researcher on 590s team, working along side a few notable doctors. You only spoke to two of them though, Dr. Jaime who was a pain in your ass and nothing but a snake literally. And of course the 'leader' of this team Dr. Jackie, a site director who was calling this her chill time vs some of the other things he's had to do. You worked along side Dr. Jaime while reporting all your work to Dr. Jackie, so you didn't have many opportunities to talk to the notable director.

During your time working with 590 you grew close to him, you don't know why maybe from the tales he's told you and so many others of the pain he's faced. Maybe from observing him and seeing how his life has led him to be an overgrown child, maybe you grew close to him because he trusted you. Once other researchers had left you stayed keeping 590 company when you could, always lying to the higher ups and saying you were 'perfecting' research when in all honesty you were letting TJ explain his drawings to you.

You had been such a big help to TJ, almost like you had a silver tongue you convinced the 05 to let TJ walk around. Within a week you received an email allowing you to let TJ walk about signed off by 05-6, who always seemed to be the only 05 observing your research with TJ. You helped the boy use his crutches to walk and protected him from knocking into others. You two grew became pretty good friends, and someone began to notice.

One day as you sat in TJs cell drawing with him, a person stood behind the one way mirror watching you two. Watching as you helped TJ regain the childhood he had ripped away from him. Doing what he somehow couldn't do, especially now with the title they've received. A tearful Dr. Jackie stood on the other side happy his little brother had someone else to trust within the foundation.

Once you left TJ that day having to do paperwork, you were met with the ginger doctor. You felt as if you had been caught committing a crime, you expected for him to reprimand you. You expected to receive the same lecture Dr. Glass once had over trying to be kind towards the SCPs. But instead you received a pat on your shoulder before being brought in by the side. Both of you side by side as she hugged you in their own way. "Thanks for keeping my brother company all this time, I wish I could've done more for him but I'm glad not every staff member in this foundation is a monster." He said before letting you go with a smile.

You two became pretty good friends afterwards, both of you taking time to hang with TJ. You may not get into trouble like her or blow holes into the sites walls, but he kept you close just because you were a rare one amongst all the researchers he's met. She warned you though about treating other SCPs in a similar way, as some could..manipulate your kindness. You two usually always find a way to work together especially when it comes to working with TJ. Eventually you two actually worked together to appeal over and over to the foundation to let TJ into Jackies care, and eventually y'alls appeals were heard.

Now you three hang out in and out of the foundation giving TJ the life he deserved.

Sorry if this seems rushed in any way but i hope you like it!

Requests always open !!

[raisinchallah]

you know its interesting i feel of two minds about jo's goodbye in the green death definitely influenced by the constant tension within new who of like the framing of traveling with the doctor as a freedom that can also kind of destroy you and something painful to let go of and especially in the rtd era there being this definitive delineated end moment to this a cut off where your life is not the same and u wish to get back to but cant and his recasting of sarah janes life post tardis to fit into this new paradigm so tho jo is a bit different than average companions since its also kind of just her day job and she is kept to majority earthbound stories like one does not really imagine liz shaw has lost something incredible by no longer being the doctors friend and coworker her life can simply go on as it did but anyways in some ways tho cliff is like extremely demeaning and shitty to her in ways very reminiscent of how the doctor and brig treat her so it feels like on the one hand its like this shitty misogynistic lack of respect repeated over and over but now hes her husband ew but on the other hand the fact she was already kind of feeling more like one with the weird hippies than with unit and that they are going to continue going on interesting adventures post hanging out with the doctor it also feels like a moment of interesting agency for jo and that she can be one of the few companions who essentially manages to have it all she walks away of her own free will and can keep what she liked from her time with the doctor and discard what she doesnt and like that would all be really nice if well cliff actually respected her as a person....

[jacedified]

SUMMIT PT 2 LIVE REACTION

wdym u can explain eventually

TELL HIM VINCE- i-

WILLIAM ORDERED U but like why tho

ok porter i love u MWAH

SOLAIRES STAND AS ONE NATION UNDER GOD INDIVISIBLE whatever whatever

ALEXIS GET UR SHIT TOGETHER

period alexis

i would love a game of clue rn

shes not wrong abt the wrinkles

LEX??? WTF AYE Lex VINCENT WTF DO U MEAN LEX

sweethearts safe and sound BLESS 😭

GIRL ATP I NEED U TO SPEAK IM TO ANXIOUS FOR SILENCE

milo bby its ok OUR POOKIE IS OK

asher smooch MWAH ily be safe

yea davey king dead happened while u were in negotiations

PUSH THEM AWAY???

DAYYYUMM ofc they didnt get to see who did the murder DAAAMMNIT

idky but evacuate the dance floor is playing in my head

(EVACUATE THE DANCE FLOOR DOO DOO DOO DOO IM ADDICTED TO THE SOUND) ((i forgot the lyrics))

aww another trusting moment between the men

PORTER CMERE BABES

yeah tell him asher

GET HIS ASS

PORTERR ill-

GET HIM ASHEERRRR

im crying i have tears in me eyeballs yall i cant

SPEAK SIR

ok thats true but like why did u send SH in there right before u knew he was gonna die????

DID I HEAR HEARSAY

true i cant handle a war rn and lovely shouldnt be spending their first year fighting on behalf of a clan they just became a part of

porter if ur not spinning then why do u look like a ballerina rn?? hmm?? EXPLAIN

YEA BUT THE NUDGE WAS DONE KNOWING SOMETHING WOULD HAPPEN A LITTLE HEADS UP WOULDVE BEEN FUCKING NICE

lets go crazy crazy crazy till we see the sun

the department is right there.. in sweetheart form

BLOOD FIRST??? oh yeah vampire clan rules blah blah i remember this being mentioned during quinns little moment

WHO TF IS SPEAKING?? alexis? GIRL THATS NOT U SPEAK LIKE NORMAL

OH THE MONARCH IS SPEAKING i was lost

baas? bahs? someone spell this for me i wanna kiss her SORRY yall

BOYS JUST KEEP UR WOLFY HANDS DOWN

. . . yeah shes not wrong solaire and friends should probably sit out

MILO ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS

as if you care princely pop..

OH- TELL HIM ALEXIS clock him

oooooh???

alexa play ash by seventeen

well william aint here rn hes got other rich people duties

i hope SH is like stupidly staring at alexis the way i would be

so ur saying u left him alone before he died

HE DIDNT SAY? mf u were pestering abt funding just say he was annoyed w u

LEAVE WILLIAM ALONE HES BUSY (this is my sticking up for my 500 something yr old bby daddy)

well thats just hearsay princely poo

oh- AYE ADAM DESERVED IT CUNT!! (no he didnt i love him but yes he did)

YEAAAA TELL HIM

thank u porter poo

yea … christopher

they were fighting vincent for the most part so alibi CHECK

sorry monarch we didnt mean to kil- i mean let the king die without notice.. ill let u know next time

THEY FOUND SOMETHING YAALL

MORE TO THE STORY??? omg OH SHIT demon blood on a letter opener is crazy

so someone stabbed my other future husband with a letter opener

SHE CALLED ASHER PUP i love the monarch

OK MONARCH I WAS JUST COMPLIMENTING U GOD DAMN IT BE NICE

ok maybe david was a little silly asking that question but u cant expect him to know everything

so basically what im hearing is a demon was involved only ppl who closely align with empowered and demons would the house of bennett and their relationship with closeknit

CHRISTOPHER U LYING SACK OF SHIT WE CAUGHT U

ONE OF U OLD BAGS CALL ANOTHER SHAW PACK BOYS A DOG AND YOULL BE ON THE NEXT BEHEADING LIST

exactly someone got caught lacking after killing the king and didnt think to fuckin check themselves before letting the king be found

period porter.

i would retype all of this but shes just speaking fact so i dont need to take note of any of it

YOU GAVE HER THE POWER TO DO SO DUMBASS

ANOTHER DEATH??? damn both kings dead during the summit is wild

yeah milo my mind is kinda blown

NO MORE MONEY FOR CLOSEKNIT WOOT WOOT NO MORE MONEY CLOSEKNIT WOOT WOOT

vincent im too mentally unstable for an “are you alright lovely”

I REMEMBER IT BEING SPELLED BAAS so monarch baas is very right

NO HES JUST A BBYGIRL HE DONT KNOW NOTHIN

help “with any luck it wont be the last” shes so real for that

YES MAAM THIS WILL BE REPEATED TO KNOW ONE LOVE U HAVE A WONDERFUL REST OF UR SUMMIT *bow bow*

vincent listen i love u but like shes right we just have to keep it pushing

PORTER VINCENT TALK TIME lets gooo

IM EXCITED FOR PT 3

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hiiii!!! this is for the match up thingy :3

im fixated on um. oh god. weight in gold - gallant, literally every hozier song ever and if im being honest - dodie. i really like the backing music and lyrics of all these songs and obviously i cant just choose one :3

ok i have no idea what this means but from highest? to lowest it’s apparently 6, 4, 3, 2, 8, 1, 5, 9 and 7

I ABSOLUTELY DO. i love learning so much,, i dont have a favourite but video games or historic events or horror are my favourite genre :3

i dont remember my childhood friends much but i conjured them up because everyone else had one and i felt left out. purely out of spite. but i loved them lots :3

ok. i sleep on my side with my leg out and switch between that and just on my stomach, suffocating in my pillow. and i never sleep in the silence. like i always have headphones on with music or asmr playing

i changed my name!!! i hated my birthname and the one i chose is much better. it also is the name of my sibling which i knew nothing about so i am basically a psychic

oh god. i reallt like gavins recent studying one annnnd ashers cookies one. and the damn bowling one. im gonna stop before i name 100 of them but i love them because they are so comforting and make me overflow in happiness :3 i love them

sam. sorry.. his videos r so boring to me BUT they make good sleep aids :3

princess and the frog, criminal minds and community. its a problem.

HUXLEY!!! oh my god i need to be his best friend and make him pottery SO bad. need to protect him with my life. oh my god. my beloved.

i talk a LOT about space and dinosaurs and the sea :3 i fucking love learning so i have a lot of lil facts from reading encyclopaedias and watching documentaries :3

oh god it changes every fucking time im in there but recently any flavoured milk and red doritos

amazing world of gumball. and uhh any other kids animation shows. reliving my childhood multiple years later smileyfaceemoji

other important stuff is probably my love language? main one is quality time and also gift giving in the sense that i WILL spend 17 hours straight on something if you merely mention it once. do not tempt me. i am the middle child of 5 but the eldest daughter and basically raised my younger siblings haha somoene help. um my MBTI is ISFP, ihave autism and adhd and have horribly high standards for myself!!! haha c: idk what else to say. i quite literallt am always chewing something and its either something that is definitely not edible and needs to be removed or strawberry gum. i also love fruit. so much. and lovingly bullying people is my love language. AND i apparently exude ‘ginger cat’ energy according to literally everyone i have the pleasure of knowing. so loved.

thank u so much for doing this, this was a mountain of an ask omgim sos sorry bff

You are such a dear- there was so much fun information in your ask for me to work with. Everything you gave me just makes me so sure and brings me such delight to talk about how perfect you would be with David!

One, ginger cat energy combined with big German shepherd energy? Cute as fuck, a match made in heaven. Two, an eldest daughter pairs perfectly with him and his only child/eldest brother in the pack vibes. It’s a lot of responsibility and obligation, I know from personal experience, and being able to chill out with that and just rely on him would be just what you need. Three, David is totally autistic, and we love an A4A couple.

Y’all would generally be just so cute and be exactly what you need in each other’s lives. Type Sixes are characterized as wanting security and support in their lives and relationships, and he heads a security companyyy (/j). Meanwhile you’d bring a joie de vivre and nurturing energy to his home and the pack that would be so appreciated. He’s not the only one who’d love to be around you; it’d be all the Shaws.

Song:

Feeling alive all over again/ As deep as the sky that's under my skin/ "Like being in love, " she says, "For the first time"/ Well, maybe I'm wrong, I'm feeling right/ Where I belong with you tonight/ Like being in love, to feel for the first time

My favorite David headcanon is that a lot of his music taste comes from rock/grunge music Gabe and Juliet (my hc name for his mom) used to play. That is exactly how I know this song, so I think it’s perfect for him. Plus, David seems like the type of guy where that first love is it. He imprints like a duck, mates for life like a penguin; he has you for his first and only love.

Runner-ups:

Vincent would be a cute runner up because he also has ginger cat energy once he dropped that flirty, Lestat-esque facade, so you’d make a fun, chaotic pair. Elliott, I like because I think you’d like a lot of the same things. He strikes me as the type of guy who would love a good Criminal Minds binge.

note: you’ve got great taste in movies and tv Community is one of my favorite shows 💕 also, thank you for being my fiftieth matchup 💌

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[beingsupahbi]

Jess Watches // Sat 23 Dec // Day 92 & Sun 24 Dec // Day 93 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

Monarch: Legacy of Monsters 1x07 Will the Real May Please Stand Up?

May finally faces her past. Duvall and Shaw follow traces of Godzilla and Hiroshi.

Y’all ever want a mean Dominique Tipper to just... boss u around a little bit. Especially in those stylish suits. I was definitely not paying attention to the story-important dialogue during those scenes. And Cate again, with May, right in front of Kentaro. It makes me laugh that it just keeps happening and seeing his little upset face in the background lolol. Although Cate seems the most emotionally expressive, May does seem to have caught feelings too. Also, how does a 90-something year old man have more efficient mobilization with limited resources compared to a global organization with very deep pockets?? Also also, I did love Columbo Tim rising out of the sand like a Titan.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (rw) 3x09 The Wish

Cordelia's wish for a Buffy-free Sunnydale comes true, plunging her into a world where vampires have control of the town.

So in Cordy's wished-for universe: Buffy is a bit butcher, Willow is lot kinkier, Giles has hot-guy stubble, and yet both Angel and Xander are still useless and pathetic. How was this not her bi awakening?? And this as a reaction to Buffy genuinely wanting to know if she was okay, and even admitting to initially only liking Xander because of Buffy. If Willow and Xander can be friends who touch lips then it's only fair Buffy and Cordy can be too.

Percy Jackson and the Olympians 1x01 I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher

Expelled from school, Percy Jackson unravels who he is, confronting a world of gods and monsters.

I'm kinda surprised I have never read the books tbh. They first came out when I was struggling a ton with my physical health so that's probably why I didn't have the focus or motivation to read them back then. But I love what little I know of the premise so far. And usually the books are always better so at least there won't be a constant comparison to distract me and I can just enjoy the show for what it is.

[beardedmrbean]

WASHINGTON - After deliberating for nearly two-and-a-half hours, a D.C. Superior Court magistrate judge decided to hold a 16-year-old girl at a secured juvenile facility in D.C. at least until her next hearing on Friday.

The teen from Waldorf, Maryland is charged with second-degree murder (as a juvenile) among multiple other serious charges, in connection with the stabbing death of another 16-year-old from Waldorf, Naima Liggon. 

It was a "dispute over sauce," Judge Sherri Beatty-Arthur told the court, ahead of her decision.

FOX 5 learned Monday that a group of young people drove from Maryland to a party in D.C. before stopping at the 24-hour McDonald's by U and 14th Streets Northwest.

It was said in the juvenile proceeding, that an argument began in the vehicle, apparently over sweet and sour sauce. It then turns physical. The teens at one point exited the vehicle, and a fight broke out right outside the U Street McDonald's.

An attorney for the teen charged claimed self-defense. They said that the teenage suspect was jumped in that fight. However, the prosecutor claimed the fight was over with when surveillance video allegedly captured that same teen suspect lunging at least once toward the victim, around the time Liggon went back to the vehicle.

This happened at around 2:10 a.m. Sunday. 

Liggon was stabbed in the abdomen and torso and pronounced dead at Howard University Hospital.

"She was a beautiful person. My son’s friend," said neighbor Rickey Graves Jr. "She was the first friend he met when he arrived here. It’s just – it was a shock for us because she’s a beautiful person. She had a great personality, always laughing – a lot of laughter. Her mom – very friendly, beautiful people. So, I’m just shocked that this kind of thing would happen to her."

"Listen to your parents," said Graves when asked what he and others can take away from this. "Check in with your friends, and sometimes we’ve got to stay away from things we know we shouldn’t – people, places we shouldn’t be around."

Graves told FOX 5 his son was too upset to speak.

Liggon was one of three teens killed in D.C. this past weekend. 

While there is a curfew on D.C.’s books, the fatal stabbing came a little before D.C. police are expected to begin targeted curfew enforcement in several selected areas starting Friday, Sept. 1. 

The U Street Corridor is on that list.

Residents and neighbors have been furious with the violence seen around the U Street Corridor. 

One community leader claims that violence spilling over – and an open-air drug market deeper into the Shaw neighborhood has forced multiple businesses to close down just this past year alone.

A Charles County high school principal announced counselors would be on hand at Thomas Stone High School to help students deal with this tragedy. 

Monday was their first day of school for the 2023-2024 school year.

"This is not the news a principal ever wants to share, let alone the day before we start a new school year," said Thomas Stone High School Principal Shanif Pearl in a statement to the high school community. "I ask that you please keep Naima’s family, friends, loved ones and our school community in your thoughts and prayers."

READ THE FULL STATEMENT:

"Dear Parents, Guardians and Staff:

I am deeply saddened to share with you the news about the tragic loss of a Thomas Stone High School student. This afternoon, we learned about the passing of Naima Liggon. Naima passed earlier this morning and news of her passing has been made public. My thoughts and prayers go out to her family, friends, loved ones and all who knew her.

We will have additional counselors and staff at school tomorrow to provide support to any student or staff member who needs help processing the news of Naima’s passing. I do not have any additional details about Naima at this time. This is a heartbreaking and tragic time for our school community.

This is not the news a principal ever wants to share, let alone the day before we start a new school year. I ask that you please keep Naima’s family, friends, loved ones and our school community in your thoughts and prayers. If you or your child need help with grief counseling or any other assistance, please let me know.

Sincerely,

Shanif Pearl

Principal"

[lfcthelovesofmylife]

My Opinions on the England NT players

Luke Shaw - 

literally looks like he’s 15 and 35 at the same time in some pictures. To this day I don’t know how old he actually is. Have not seen him play a single Man U match this season (i don’t like Man U so i don’t watch their matches but still). Does he still play football? I don’t know. Good goal against Italy so i have to give him some praise for that but i genuinely don’t know anything about him. 

Mason Mount - 

I cannot lie, I think I fell in love with him the moment I saw him. If love at first sight exists I think this is it. I would do anything for this man. He looks like he’d sit with you on a bench in your school gym and let you cry on his shoulder (defo not based on real life experiences). What more can I say about him? I would burn the world down for him and then jump off of a cliff if he asked me to. 10/10 especially after missing his pen in the FA cup final. He did that for me xx

Trent Alexander-Arnold - 

Also the sexiest mf I’ve ever seen. Assist king. He seems like a bitch sometimes but I still love him. Does look like if you were nice to him he’d be nice back. Very proud of his achievements. Do just want to find him and give him a massive hug sometimes. I like the new haircut much more. It’s grown on me, he better not change it or some sorry words will be said. Hope he gets picked for the next England matches but I don’t want him to get injured because I’m not mentally stable enough to deal with that.

Tyrone Mings - 

Literally the height of a fucking tree. He’d absolutely destroy me and my five foot two self with just a push. Quite scared of him but at the same time he looks like he’d invite me in for a cuppa and a few biscuits if I was walking past his house in the pouring rain. Probably has a kind soul but I wouldn’t want to get on the bad side of him. 

Kyle Walker - 

Kind of reminds me of a pigeon. I don’t know why, he just seems to have that familiar blank stare. Looks like he’d bark at you for stealing his sandwich in Tesco’s which he never actually bought. Do find him quite funny but that might just be when he’s with John. Overall I wouldn't particularly want to be besties with him.

Jesse Lingard - 

Absolute icon. JLingz. Has the most adorable daughter, she’s so precious. Easily one of the funniest players in the game. I can already tell we’d be best friends. Especially love him after the reports that he got into a scrap with Hazza Maguire. Deserves the world. I hope I get to meet him one day. 

Marcus Rashford - 

Looks like a kind man. Don’t know if we’d get along because we’d fight over who’s Jesse’s better friend. Can already tell he’d try and make me a home-cooked meal if I ever said I was hungry. Would no doubt constantly try to give me food. I’d have to convince him he’s actually a good footballer because Ralf never plays him in matches. Looks like he’d get very emotional sometimes.

Jack Greasy…I mean Grealish -

Don’t like him because he’s a bit of a bellend but I have to admit he’s extremely funny. Doesn’t seem like he has a single brain cell left so it would probably be very difficult to have an actual conversation with him. I salute his girlfriend for putting up with him. I could probably drive better than him. I don’t have my driver’s licence. 

Hazza Maguire - 

Absolutely terrified of him. Would probably tell me to go back to my own country. If I saw him begin to walk towards me I’d run the other way. He’d try and fight me because I’d tell him he’s a shit footballer. Nothing more to say. Traumatises me just thinking about it. 

Jude Bellingham - 

Absolute sweetheart in my opinion. Looks like he’d protect you from all those creepy guys at a house party or club. Would definitely cover your drink if you had to go somewhere for a quick second. Seems like a lovely guy. Want to see more of his personality on the England youtube channel. 

Jordan Pickford - 

Hate him but at the same time I love him. He’s so funny and for what. Suddenly manages to bring out all the skills for England but he’s horrendous for Everton. Might just be because it’s Everton. I do want to punch him sometimes. Wouldn’t be surprised if someone from the team already has.

Phil Foden -

Looks like a prick. He always looks like he’s going to complain about something. Would not be able to stand the guy for a single second. He just looks annoying. I see him on my tv and immediately change the channel. Every time I see his face I want to punch it. 

Jordan Henderson-

DILF. He is the definition of a gentleman. Looks like he’d hold the door open for you if he saw you walking down the corridor. Just seems like the best person to work with. Has an absolute heart of gold. Would sell my soul for him 100%. The best captain in the Premier League. In my opinion he should be captain of England but Gareth doesn’t like Liverpool players. I know he’d give me a whole motivational speech if I told him I was going to give up on my education. He’d 110% hold you in his arms while you cried for a whole hour. 

Ben Chilwell - 

Looks a bit like a Lego man. He has a very square head and I don’t know how to feel about it. He has some of the stupidest tattoos I’ve ever seen but in all fairness he’s a good player. Just don’t support some of the things he’s done (but I won’t go into that). Does look like a massive weirdo. Would probably be a bit scared of him when he’s drunk.

Raheem Sterling - 

Runs a bit like a dinosaur. Very good player just don’t like the fact he left Liverpool for City. The only good thing about that is the fact that he’s managed to get a decent trim now. Arguably one of the best players in the England squad but i’m still holding a grudge against him. 

Hazza Kane -

Looks like he might call me a racial slur. I would 100% be able to absolutely hammer him in a fight. Don’t really like him at all. How are you captain of your national team if you can’t even be captain of Spurs. SPURS. It’s just a bit embarrassing on his behalf. 

Reece James - 

As I said previously, he looks like he’d absolutely batter you in a fight but he’d also give you a really good hug if you were sad. Reminds me of a teddy bear. Seems like he’d have a bit of a short temper, but as long as you were his friend you wouldn’t be in danger. If you weren’t, good luck to you (RIP). 

Jadon Sancho - 

Proper joke man. Again, I’d be best friends with him because I think we have a very similar sense of humour. Would no doubt annoy every single member of the team. We’d be banned from seeing each other because we’re too annoying together. Is he okay? I haven’t seen him play in a long time. 

Declan Rice - 

My boyfriend’s best friend. We’d also be best friends. There are too many funny players in this squad, but this guy is my absolute favourite of them all. His rendition of ‘Ice, Ice, Baby’ brought tears to my eyes. Should be the new national anthem. Extremely happy he’s got a much better trim now. Does need a bit of a tan though, he looks ghostly white sometimes. He should ask Mason where the best tanning beds are. 

Kalvin Phillips and Kieran Trippier - 

Had to put these two together because I genuinely have no opinion of them. Literally who are they. 

Bukayo Saka - 

Looks like such a nice guy. The type of guy you’d bring home to meet your parents. Would offer you popcorn if he saw you around, and would always ask how you’re doing and actually mean it. Wins the award for ‘Nicest Guy’. Don’t understand how anyone could not like him. Would probably cry with you while you’re crying. 

John Stones - 

Perfect name for him tbh. Looks like he’s stoned half the time. He’d probably punch the Hazza’s for calling you a racial slur. Would be the best person to get drunk with, he’d probably try and give you (really bad) relationship advice and then convince you to sing Valerie by Amy Winehouse with him. Overall a decent guy, only downside is that he plays for City. 

[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Jukebox reviews part 36! For context, see my post “A Project” under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

King Pleasure Time

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7/8/2017                                       mc ma

I'd say this isn't how humans work, but then, "I can haz cheezburger" was a thing for *ages* so maybe it IS how humans work, just on a different scale. While we do see how Caitlin is effected by the brainwashing here, it just ... isn't in a spectrum that speaks to me? There's absolutely nothing I *dislike* here, just nothing that I find particularly to my personal erotica tastes. But if you're the sort to enjoy someone's opinion on a thing being changed by regular exposure to other people treating using one as just normal, of seeing snippets of a world that's changing by something "off-screen"? Give this one a go. 6/10 spirals. 

 Just Dumb

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7/15/2017                                     mc mf md

If ever I needed evidence that Jukebox is not as big of a Rush fan as LadyR, this story sure provides it. (If you're dropping astrophysics/astronomy that 99% of your audience is just going to take as "ah, that's ... some sort of thing in space?" and you don't go for HDE 226868/Cygnus X-1, I can make the not-at-all shocking conclusion that you aren't a Rush fan). Off of the topic of me being both a bit of an astronomy nerd (though I did need to look up the binary system Jukebox named, I only just dabble really) and having an ever growing love of Rush, well. This story feels perfectly grounded in something that could have happened at any hypnocon I've been to. It's lovely and sweet and hot in all the right ways. Though now I want to send Eden to a class on bimbo play so she can both be reassured that plenty of smart, clever folk enjoy the temporary reprieve from *having* to be smart and also learn the language she needs to express what she wants to other potential partners. 9/10 spirals. 

 Even the Stars Fall 4 U

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7/22/2017                                     mc mf ff fd

Another story with 4U, a heavily-brainwashed human. I still want to see how she got quite so thoroughly conditioned. And to learn more about these Masters. And just *everything* about this world. The constant narration of 4U, even as she talks about how perfectly she assumes a different role/persona is ... jarring, a little, though it *works* in the flow of the story. I just want more of the how and why. Especially in this story, where the conditioning of someone else is more a tag at the end than anything. 7/10 spirals. 

 Girls With Guns (Jukebox)

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7/29/2017                                     mc mf fd rb

Oh, this is an interesting one, and I'm left with more questions than answers about the Girls(tm), though I suppose that isnt' really the point of this story, though I'm sure the epilogue will have Implications. I ... am extremely put off by Ethan, by his posturing and aggression and just all of it - I've been on the receiving end of enough aggression from men who were just enough like Ethan, and have friends who have been hurt even *more* by men who reacted to discomfort with violence that I just ... I can't. I know what JB's going for here, and I"m sure it'll be cathartic for some folk, and just plain hot for others, but for me it just isn't. 3/10 spirals. 

 Head Games

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8/5/2017                                       mc mf fd

Ian, this is why I have a board game carrying backpack. Look into them, they're worth the investment. Also, Madison's place sounds like the house of a SCAdian Duchess I know... ANYWAY. I *love* the name Brian Shaw for a game company, A+ on cleverness there, Jukebox, and the game sounds like one that would be entertaining to throw together for a switch fight type game at a con sometime. And I appreciate Madison checking in before doing any sex-things, especially given we already had Ian's thoughts about caring so much about not being a creep making assumptions. it makes this all work, mostly, for all the consent could be better. I love the sense of how Ian's getting more and more caught by the game, too. 9/10 spirals 

 P. T. A.

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8/12/2017                                     mc mf ff md

Nope, I've known too many military wives - mothers! - over the years to not connect this to those folk, parents of friends, wives of my parents' coworkers... NOPE. I'm just not doing this >.> My brain is sometimes too good at connecting unrelated things 

 Opal Mantra

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8/19/2017                                     mc ff

Oh hey, it's the hypnotic opal ring back!  We get to see Piper and her unnamed Mistress from "Doesn't Really Matter" (and wasn't that rather a number of stories ago, it was posted almost 2 full years before this story was!) as they get inside an unsuspecting traveler's head. This one's in 2nd person narration, which is a little trippy given just how hypnotic opals are - there's a reason one of my partners gifted me an opal necklace for Christmas last year, the fire of it just catches the eye... *anyway.*  If you're like me and have a pre-existing association with opals being hypnotic, the 2nd person narration may, um, have an Effect (tm). But it's a good story over all. 8/10 spirals. 

 Up All Night

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8/26/2017                                     mc mf md

The step-by-step process here is fun to see, even if I tend to prefer less disjointed steps myself. "Some of it was things she knew even before he told her" is just such a good line, and the way she seems completely oblivious to the changes being induced before that line is so good. Even if Dylan is rather taking a lot of advantage. But having had those "I have to get this sewing done" nights, even if it wasn't for a grade, I wish I'd had someone to make my hands go on autopilot! (also between this story and Head Games, gosh, I'm getting the itch to do more sewing. Thanks, Jukebox, I think? :P I do have some linen waiting for me to get around to washing and ironing it...) 8/10 spirals 

 More Than a Feeling

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9/2/2017                                       mc ff cb

This is sweet in a slightly twisted way. Like, it completely goes against my view of the universe entirely, the idea that the universe could want to pair anyone like this, but still. Accepting that the world of Jukebox's superheroes and villains operates on a different logic than the world I know, sure, ok, I can work with it. The reality of a power cutting both ways is so good here, and I enjoy the reality of Ursula's instincts warring against Epiphany's mystical instincts. It's a lovely story, however Dilettante tries to warp things. 8/10 spirals. 

 Notepad

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9/9/2017                                       mc mf md

Sneaky sneaky, Kevin. Poor Sandy, getting caught up in that, though hopefully it can be happy for her. And the fact that seh's woken herself up before helps me believe her subconscious will still keep her safe; that said, I have Opinions(tm) about suggestions to trust a hypnotist. Trust should be earned, not taken like that. Still, the suggestions otherwise are HOT, and the concept of the words spilling onto the page and into her mind is. um. *yes.* Also something I've done and very much enjoyed before. 9/10 spirals.

[chanelfunnell]

More mail

A) you can have s greetinb for your birthday by Chris Chelios if you pay for it on Cameo..Shaw is not available for paid Hello anymore, us army bands sing only to us president and fav soldiers birthday boys and girls..

B) Tazer has much rounder swollen face. No idea if they played well only for tv cameras..so odd now with all loses.

C) i wish to look at least prety and slim and fit like Skafkovsky's mother.

D) yes ghey still stolen pics from other bloggers, not from me but i saw it recently more vanity to reblog it, two Tazer's sites..id wait whats up for charges against crazy Ashley Wright..its Christmas..i dont think shd is right in her head and M will prosecute her but Ash needs mental help and hdfty dsfamatuon charges to shut up..Crosby, M ars more victims here as her harassment goes on for ages than Tazer with his IM as her fpllower..maybd by his mother but Todws ooks bloated, very much out of senses and reality.

E) no i dont know brands of Crosby's clothes but his jeans looked like famous design. Maybe not..i read agds ago he has custom made jeans

F) Sandringham and Balmoral estates are a private property of M and it will be featured online and publucitly. If Camilla is able to stay at Sandringham for last time and paid by King she still needs M's approval for her daughter otherwise a half of UK can move to her Ray Mill. She is very uch shamef and named as a manipulator virtue destroyer witch on social media. Better to stay hidden. Not a good look on her and she is nasty piece of work pushing herself into royal bed and crown while her father blackmailed a king to marry her as ,lost virtue, lol. The corrupted king with bags full of Saudi cash needs to tell her to shut up and be charged like any voice whether he was elected. Poor crybaby, give a title of duke to his youngest brother. Full recognition of Windsor princess instead of his mistress. With illegally paid royal protection as a mistress !!!! King has to cancel any titled and links for his ,son . As UK wants and according a precedent of common law - Edward VIII with duty than family comes first. No one above law. If not he should with his accepted bribes to pack his loob seat. His aged ugly partner and disappear to British tundra or pampas. U taxpayers should request full repay from girls destroyer Camilla for security prior marriage. No dowry, her old friend said she married her first husband for money. King has enough properties without being an occupant of young girl's private properties. It looks like Miss M nhl commentator and legal team fired not just warning shots. Camilla ickrd off as a patron of Sandringham Flower Show and a ban to step at Balmoral estate so just a chopper to Birkhall that's an appendix of Balmoral so she can luck her and so king. Charging huge costs ore than dirty bribes in kings bags for 3 days of festivities at her estate and they are the same greed and media posers dements like Prince Andrew. Camilla at the same dirty level. Dish on social media by youngsters. Non royal schemers ended badly not just in historical books. Pass me Christmas popcorn. Not just for Winter Classics.

lol, Camilla is sleazy with shaming girls like Duke of York and kicked from Sandringham Flower Show . Canada has Rodeo show lol

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Chapter One Of "Curia" Is Finally Done!

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Curia watched a maid polish her mother's throne. It was something to behold, a beautiful piece of furniture carved to have the head of an Ibex at the top and multiple exotic gems dotting the surface. It looked like it shined when the light hit it correctly. Yet she felt a strange emptiness as she looked at it."Are you ditching table setting classes too?"

"Hey, wait, what did mother tell you about ditching? And I was not, I finished all my classes!" She whipped around to see her brother Herbet.

"Oh please, I'm going to be a prince forever anyway. You're the one who really needs to learn.," he said, finishing the sentence a fake salute.

"Come on, don't talk like that. What if I die?," the princess pouted

"I know you're trying to make me feel better but it really isn't working." Seeing Curia's disappointed expression he continued. "Well, since we're both skipping, wanna go to the market?"

"Let me go change. Meet up at the owl cages ok?" Without waiting for a reply, she hurried upstairs to her room. She stopped at the top of the elaborate staircase upon seeing her mother's planning room. It always had some sort of representative or public leader and she'd rather avoid that type of business for as long as possible. Curia loathed how her mother chose to rule the empire, using sock puppet public leaders so when something went wrong she could dump the blame on them. Not to mention the propaganda. It was wrong.

But, it's not like Curia had any better ideas. She snuck around the planning room and successfully made it to her room uninhibited. A beautiful skyline view shone through her window, illuminating the room with natural light. After appreciating the landscape she slid off her goat fur shaw and unbuttoned her waist coat so she was just in her base dress. It was tricky getting dressed and undressed under all the layers of animal fur and decorative jewelry and her long braids kept getting stuck on the shaw, but Curia refused to get help from a servant.

After she was sure she was ready to go outside, even tying a bandana over her mouth to avoid being recognized, she rushed towards the stairs. "Curia, dear, could you come here for a moment?," her mother called. The princess paused pertinently, but still turned around and entered the planning room. "We were just wondering if you would like to head the next Observance of Justice."

"Me? Really?" She felt the eyes of the other officials in the room boring into the back of her head. Ah, she almost forgot to salute.

"Yes, it's not that hard, dear.," the queen frowned. "Just say a few lines from the Praxi before the sunrises, do the ritual dance and it'll be fine." Curia's eyes widened at her mother's nonchalant nature. In reality The Observance was wholly important, it wasn't just a few lines, it was 10 pages she'd have to read. It was the one time the mountains' temperature rose above freezing temperatures for a short time. A renewal and time of celebration.

"You've been practicing your Praxian haven't you?" She nodded. "Great! Then it's settled!" The queen dismissed her with a short wave. Curia was still stunned as she hurried off to meet Herbet at the owl cages.

"Finally, I thought you'd been abducted!," he snorted as Curia rounded the corner of the owl cages.

"Yeah, yeah, very funny. Now come on, they always sell the best stuff around this time of day!" The pair rushed off into the marketplace. As much as he annoyed Curia, Herbert was her best friend. There were not many other people she could talk to anyway with her mother's constant caution. She wasn't even allowed to go out without some sort of mask or bandana. But Herbet was, he always was. There was a small tension in the fact that Herbet was nowhere near as doted on as the princess, but she tried to not let it get in the way of their relationship.

"Sun's setting, let's head back before we freeze to-," Curia said. A loud trumpet cut her off, a military demonstration surely.

"Hang on, don't you want to see the march?" She stopped and looked into her younger brother's eyes. Something in her heart shriveled.

"Sure, Herb, sure." She watched the men and women march down the nicely paved road, twirling batons and proudly waving Iodene's flag. They were only deployed in wars, the local town leaders were expected to handle local crimes themselves and decide fair punishment, but sometimes there were marches like this. The wide array of weapons and soldiers was something to behold. Yet she felt a deep emptiness as she watched it. One of the women recognized Curia somehow, and did a quick nod in her direction. She nodded back.

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I always forget just HOW MUCH I absolutely love  Harold’s very first interaction with Shaw in Relevance.  Every time I watch it I get SO OVERWHELMED by it.  While Shaw does  reject his offer at first,  I feel like it’s a perfect illustration of how much he has GROWN from season 1,  from the very beginning.

His original  “ You can call me Mr. Finch ”  has now turned into “ You can call me Harold ”.  For the most part,  he holds almost unyielding eye contact,  his tone is softer,  kinder,  whilst also still maintaining an obviously authoritative air about him.  Instead of thinking of targeting weak points,  instead of laying out the things he knows about her  ( as he did with John originally ) .... INSTEAD,  he appeals to emotion,  a lack of judgement,  backed with that practicality of his still.  He is honest  in a more meaningful way by bringing up Cole,  but it’s an apology.  It’s saying I know that you cared about him  & I’m sorry we couldn’t save him.

I find this ESPECIALLY meaningful because Harold has absolutely read Shaw’s file,  he knows all  about her.  Most people would read about her personality disorder  &  immediately throw away any kind of attempt of emotionally reaching her,  but Harold does not do this.  At this point,  he has helped SO MANY DIFFERENT KINDS OF PEOPLE,  he is so much better  at reaching them  &  so that’s what he does.  He simply reaches.

What I REALLY like about that,  outside of the show meta,  is from a writing perspective ;  the whole first half of the episode,  they’re telling you that Shaw is a sociopath,  but with those little  but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel anything  pieces here  &  there.  &  THEN,  with this interaction with Harold,  it puts those pieces together very clearly with her line ( &  god damn  that facial expression acting ),   “ I never had many friends,  never had much use for them.  Cole was an exception.  &  He deserved better. ”  

&  THEN, Harold goes further later to ensure that Cole’s family believes that he died a hero.  While that was of course for his family,  that was also for Shaw.  

So anyway,  I’m REALLY FUCKIN EMOTIONAL about POI  &  Harold  &  Shaw’s friendship  &  I’m gonna cry,  thank u for coming to my TED talk.