#looking for programmer mutuals

[eldritchenoch]

If anyone wants to team up to make surrealist indie games, I know how to draw really weird little guys and pixel art, and I’m willing to learn other skills like 3D modeling and animating.

pls pls pls where are my fellow weirdo absurd queers who are generally bizarre and have big ideas and big autism

I don’t know how to code‼️‼️‼️

but i do know how to draw! in a lot of different styles too!

I would also love to have more artist friends bc omg heehoo show me ur ocs bro

[gguk-n]

Chapter 1- The Proposal

A+ in Pretend Love (Lando Norris x Reader)

Series Masterlist

Summary- The sponsor's say they'll pull out if Lando doesn't fix his ways. So, Zak stages an intervention. Y/N can't get approved for visa, no matter how hard she tries. Zak offers to help. An honest and mutually beneficial relationship is formed.

The scene is set. The MTC is almost empty to the wandering eye, but in reality, every one was sat in the huge conference hall Zak had constructed for other reason not pertaining to the one they had gathered for. "So, we're gathered here today" Zak began only to be interrupted by Oscar, "I still don't get why I'm here when this is about Lando." Zak sighed, "This is about me?" Lando asked surprised. Oscar looks at him with a raised eyebrow and then the other people at the table like in the Office. "Oscar, this is a team problem and we must deal with it as a team." Zak spoke while pinching the bridge of his nose. "Now where was I? Before I was rudely interrupted" Zak paused; "The sponsors aren't happy and want to pull away because of Lando's antics" Zak finished. "What? Why me? What about Oscar?" Lando pointed out like a child caught in trouble. "As far as I know, Oscar is extremely sponsor friendly with his long term girlfriend and polite demeanour" Zak said looking pointedly at Lando.

The table erupted in whispers, "What have I do?" Lando piped in. "The partying, the girls, the drinking. Might I continue?" Zak asked. Lando sighed, "So, what do you want me to do? Live like a monk" he asked. "No, we just need to polish up your image, make it more sponsor friendly." Zak said. "I have an idea" someone on the table suggested. "Go on" Zak prompted. "What if we say that Lando's been in a long term healthy relationship and is about to get married?" they suggested. Everyone seemed to hum in agreement. "What no? Ask me first, I'm the one involved. This is nonsense. Ask the sponsors to leave" Lando almost shouted. "Lando, you do know those sponsors are the reason you can drive in Formula One, so that we can make cars for you to race" Zak asked pointedly. Lando's shoulder's slumped, he looked at Oscar for support but he just shrugged at Lando; "Fine" Lando sighed. "So, which model is it?" he asked. "No, we need someone low- key. Out of the public eye to make this believable" someone else piped in. "But which girl will want to agree to that" someone else argued. Lando was currently a by-stander in his own life.

Finally after much deliberation, it was decided that to help Lando clear up his image; he would fake date someone who lived a normal life. And Zak would pay them to keep their mouth shut.

Y/N Y/L/N was in her last semester at University of Monaco of her Master's programme. She been living there since the start of the programme while working as a teaching assistant to gain experience towards her final goal of becoming a Professor. The university was great; culturally diverse and the job paid decently well; in her opinion. Right now, the biggest dilemma she faced was the stupid visa that for some reason wouldn't get renewed no matter how much she tried. She was sat in an almost empty cafe in the street's of Monaco, tucked away from the public. "You must understand. I'll have the job as soon as I graduate. Please extend my visa" she almost begged. "We can't Miss Y/L/N. Those are the rules. You will have to leave the country at the end of your visa" the voice replied sternly. Y/N sighed exasperated while running her hand through her hair for the hundredth time today as the call cut.

Some one else had entered the cafe during this whole ordeal, he walked up to Y/N, "Is this seat taken?" Zak asked. Y/N just nodded without looking up. "I'm sorry for eves dropping but it seems like you're having visa issues?" Zak asked. Y/N looked up, he pushed his business card forward. "I'm Zak Brown, CEO of McLaren" he introduced himself. "Y/N Y/L/N" she shook his hand. "I could help you if you'd like" he suggested. "What do you get in return?" she asked skeptically. "Well, I will have to discuss this with the person who might help you and let you know" he said. "Maybe you can forward me your CV. I can see what I can do" he spoke slowly. Y/N bit her lip before thinking, fuck it. What's the worst that could happen? and forwarded her CV to Zak. "I'll contact you as soon as possible" Zak said smiling while he walked away. "Arrange a meeting in the MTC, I have the woman for the job" Zak called his assistant.

Back at the MTC, when everyone had gathered; "So, I met this girl, around Lando's age. She is in need of help with her visa renewal" Zak said. "If she needs a visa for Monaco, wouldn't she be better off marrying Charles" Oscar interrupted. Zak sighed loudly, "Can you stop interrupting me?" he asked. "Can you stop having me attend meeting that have nothing to do with me?" Oscar retorted. "Touche" Zak relented. "So, we help her with her visa and she helps us with Lando" Zak suggested. Everyone seemed to agree unanimously. Lando was quite the whole time, he felt like he had lost any credibility since they were in trouble with the sponsors because of him. He quietly agreed to the arrangement. "Let's meet up with her. I'll arrange for a meeting. Just the three of us" he told Lando already on the phone with Y/N before Lando could even say anything.

They had decided to meet at a cafe in Monaco. The cafe was quite, with barely any customers in site. When Zak and Lando entered, they found a woman sat at one of the tables placed at the back, nursing a cup of coffee. As soon as she saw Zak, she greeted him with a smile. Lando was looking at her the whole time. Zak cleared his throat, "This is Lando Norris" he introduced Lando to her. She smiled at him, introducing herself and the three sat down when Zak began talking. "So, here's the thing, I need help" She nodded along, "If it's not money related I think I can help" she suggested. "It isn't. I need someone to help with damage control." Zak drawled. "Lando here is a Formula One driver, he drives for my team" Zak explained, watching the confusion on Y/N's face. She nodded along. "The sponsors are creating an issue, all baseless I might add. But I do want to please them and I believe, you would be of great help" Zak said. "How can I help?" she asked. "I would like it if you two would date. Maybe like a fake relationship, just for like a year or so." Zak said quickly. "I don't...this is crazy." she expressed. "I understand this is crazy, but please help me. Being with a millionaire helps" he pleaded. "He's a millionaire" Y/N asked looking at Lando now. "I might not look the part but they pay well" Lando laughed gesturing towards Zak. "This will help, they wouldn't want to cause issues for a public figure." Zak further elaborated. "Like a mutually beneficial relationship" Zak finished. "I need to think about this. All of this is too much for me" she said quickly grabbing her things to leave. Before the two men could stop her she was out of the cafe. "Told you this was a bad idea" Lando said shaking his heading, getting up to leave.

Back home, Y/N was in turmoil. She ended up googling Lando and whatever they said was true. This wasn't some MLM or cult they were trying to indoctrinate her into. And from all the news article, it seemed that Lando had bit of a reputation of partying and sleeping around. She could see why having a girlfriend would help him. She couldn't see why she could help him though. Wouldn't he do better with a model or someone famous?

A few days of her mind being plagued with thoughts of that weird meeting with Lando and Zak; the visa officer called. "Please ma'am you have to understand, I can't do anything. I can't renew your visa" he stressed. Y/N was annoyed, "Please, you can't do this" she cried. "It's out of my control" he expressed. "Please stop calling us" he warned and cut the call. Maybe, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Y/N called up Zak, "Hi, This is Y/N" she spoke slowly. "Hi, Y/N. How are you?" Zak chirped. "I'm good. I'm up for the offer. I'll date...I mean fake date Lando" she stated. "Wonderful. That's what I would've liked to hear" he gloated. "Let's meet at the same place this weekend. And please answer a few questions my assistant will email you before we meet" Zak said before cutting the call. Zak had to make a few more calls like to Lando and his assistant.

Y/N and Lando both received emails asking them questions most couples would know about each other. Y/N wasn't sure if she should fake a personality but decided against it and answered it as truly as possible.

The weekend rolled around rather quickly and the both of them were getting dressed to meet. The cafe seemed empty yet again, a strange occurrence in their eyes. The three of them greeted each other before receiving files from Zak. "These contain information about each other learn it. And this contains how you two met, fell in love and are now happily engaged" Zak said, pulling a velvet box from his pocket. He placed the box in front of Y/N which housed a beautiful ring, "It's fake, so don't worry about losing it" Zak said looking at the pair. "I think this will turn out great. Now, Y/N, Lando's home race is soon. So, two of you will make your debut then." he explained. Y/N looked at Lando, the two of their eyes locked together as Zak explained everything.

"Here's the contract and an NDA" Zak said pulling out more papers. "How long will the contract be valid for?" she asked beginning to read it. "For a year" Zak stated. "Don't you have any questions?" Y/N asked Lando. "No" he said shaking his head and proceeded to sign the contract while Y/N took her time to read through it, not wanting to be tied by anything she couldn't be able to repay. Y/N finally signed the paper after a few more minutes of going through the contract. "Welcome to the McLaren family. Don't worry about the expenses, they will be covered by us" Zak said quickly putting the contracts away. "Pleasure doing business with you" Zak remarked. "I hope we get along well" Y/N told Lando, directing her attention to him. "Hope so. My number is in my details. I'll contact you before the weekend. See you on the Thursday after this" Lando stated. "The weekend is on the Saturday or Sunday" Y/N quizzed. "Not in Formula One" Lando said, "I'll text you the details soon" he said leaving before anyone. Y/N watched both Lando and Zak leave, confused at what she had just gotten herself into.

She reached home, kicked off her shoes and plopped down on the sofa before calling her best friend. "Guess what I just did" she said as her best friend answered the call.

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[strawbeerossi]

Only Friends

Pairing: Gender Neutral!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: You and Spencer are best friends who act like anything but.

Content/Warnings: Oblivious mutual pining, kissing, lap sitting, teasing friends, cute little love confession at the end.

Word Count: 1.3K

Anon Request: hiii oki req (if u want pls take ur time) i think this is prob OOC butttttt spence + reader being in love and they don’t even realize it but they still kiss/ cuddle when they hang out and stuff and just say “we’re really close is all” “best friends kiss!” and stuff..

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Affection in friendships aren’t always the same. Some friends hugged, some friends rarely talked yet maintained a healthy friendship, some friends even showed the smallest bit of intimacy due to their comfortability.

You and Spencer were just a tad different. You two would cuddle, share brief pecks on the lips, as well as sometimes shower together whenever you were in a rush on a case and got a brief break.

It wasn’t anything inherently romantic or sexual, just something that came easy. The team was highly convinced you both had a secret relationship. Which was fair enough, however no matter how many explanations, they never seemed to be enough.

Tonight the team was having a small watch party for a new show at Penelope’s apartment. She’d been so desperate for the team to have something like a show they watched together, or special games to play together. Nobody could really say no.

You had arrived with a handful of snacks just an hour prior, helping one of your favorite coworkers set up her apartment for the night ahead. As expected, it turned from you helping to the bubbly blonde interrogating you over the aspect of a potential relationship.

“We aren’t dating, Pen.” Your head shook as you were filling a bowl with pretzels, taking it to the table in order to place it in the available space surrounded by other snacks. “I saw you guys kiss before you left the office yesterday! What kind of friends kiss each other on the lips?? If this is normal, we need to make Derek aware because I am missing out.” Penelope huffed out of frustration. “Mark my words, I will get to the bottom of this. When I find out that you are secretly dating, I will bring all of the hurt!” The blonde held up her fist while narrowing her eyes in your direction.

By the grace of all things holy, it wasn’t long until the team had slowly begun to show up. There were no more interrogations, not yet anyway. As everyone was piling up on the couch, there was very limited room for you as you walked out of the kitchen. “Fuck.” You groaned, arms crossed. “I am not sitting on the floor!”

“You can sit with me.” Spencer spoke up from his spot at the far end of the couch, his shoulders shrugging as his hand patted his thighs to offer you the spot in his lap. “Come on! This is a family friendly show! None of that.” Emily groaned, which had you rolling your eyes as you were heading over to sit yourself on your best friend’s lap.

“It’s not a big deal.” You protested her dramatics while your body was leaning into Spencer’s chest, your body snuggling closer to his as the show began at its scheduled time. However instead of enjoying the programme, you were too busy ignoring all the curious stares from your friends. “Come on!” You huffed while pushing yourself to sit up. “What is the big deal? You’re all staring like we are animals in a zoo.” In all honesty, you were annoyed with the way people stared. You were friends, doing platonic things.

“Look. Kid, I hate to say it but you two are definitely a little too close for what friends should be. What kind of friends do you know that kiss each other? And yes, I know, they are pecks. I’m just saying.” Derek put his hands up as he broke the silence.

“It’s not a crime to have a crush on one another or to date one another.” JJ added soon after while letting her shoulders shrug. “We aren’t dating though.” Spencer confirmed everything you’ve been preaching while looking at the group in confusion. “Spencer, you haven’t eaten any snacks tonight because all of our hands have been in the bowl. It makes no sense to me that you’d kiss her considering the mouth has like a bajillion germs.” Penelope added.

“Well, the mouth has over a billion different germs and we don’t know the exact amount.” He corrected as he looked up at you for help. “I assumed we were normal?” He spoke up while you nodded in agreement. “I thought we were, too.” You huffed while leaning against his chest.

“It’s not even the hugging, kissing, and lap sitting. You guys just look so head over heels from an outside perspective. I mean, you hang out together all the time, you always room together, plus you guys go out on dates. You may not look at it that way but come on. You are both profilers. How do you not pick up on how you feel about one another?” Emily asked while frowning softly.

The more they were talking and giving actual points, the more you were thinking over the course of your friendship with Spencer. You’d always been close, even after your first initial meeting when you joined the team. You could remember how shocked the team was because the typically quiet and socially awkward genius was the first one to welcome you. You’d managed to become close friends over the course of two weeks. The first time Spencer even hugged you was after a case where he’d been put in harm's way. He came to you for comfort. You.

The first time you started your pecks on the lips, it was due to a complete accident when you tried to kiss his cheek but his head turned to face you. It just seemed.. Right. No matter how flustered you both were or how you felt butterflies in your belly, you just dismissed it. You being lost in thought was concerning enough for Spencer. “Hey. Do you wanna step outside?” His voice pulled you out of your thoughts, your head nodding. “Yeah, please head out with me.”

He helped you to your feet before his hand was gently holding yours, leading you out of the room.

“How much do you wanna bet that they are gonna actually kiss out there?” Aaron spoke up after being silent a majority of the night, the team turning to the unit chief who normally wouldn’t have inserted himself. “I’ll take those odds,” Derek smirked while getting his wallet.

Out in the hallway, you had your arms crossed as you looked away from Spencer. “I know that we are best friends and I promise you’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. I just really want you to tell me one thing,” You spoke while turning your head back to face him. “Did you ever, at any point, have feelings for me? Be honest.”

The words had Spencer’s face bright red, his hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, I’ve always thought you were amazing.” He spoke while offering a shy smile. “I just didn’t want things to get weird. I like our friendship and the relationship that we have isn’t something that could be ruined. Dating friends can get messy and.. I don’t wanna live a life without you in it. I can’t even fathom a reality where you aren’t here.” He responded.

“So you did?”

“Y-yeah. I just didn’t want-”

Your hands were gripping his upper arms while you were gently shaking him. “Why didn’t you say anything?!” You asked while staring at him with wide eyes. “I’ve always been fond of you!” You added, his surprised look making you laugh softly. “God. How are we profilers?”

“You know, I’m not so sure. I think we are rusty.” Spencer responded, a little chuckle leaving his lips. “So.. Is there a chance? You know.. Us?” He asked softly while you nodded. “I do think there’s a good chance.” You responded while Spencer sighed in relief. “So it won’t be weird if I do this.”

“Do what?”

His hands were gently cupping your cheeks, taking every opportunity to press his lips against yours, much different than you were both used to but it carried the same feeling as all the little pecks have all this time. It was right. Like you were meant to be together.

“I’m pretty sure they are running bets. Do we tell them we kissed or pretend like nothing happened?”

“I want Derek to lose his money in that scenario, so let’s not tell them yet.” Spencer chuckled.

[terastalungrad]

I'm reading Life in Code by Ellen Ullman, writings on tech and philosophy.

I love the chapter "Is Sadie the Cat a Trick?", where Ullman talks of the 19 years she had with her cat Sadie, and - while reflecting on Artificially Intelligence - wonders whether the relationship between them was an illusion.

Was Sadie merely behaving according to her "programming"? Was Ullman merely imagining sentience?

Ullman considers various aspects of her relationship with Sadie. First, companionship. Second, familiarity:

[H]er coming to meet me at the door (even when her bowl was full, so it was not in the hope of getting dinner). There was mutual recognition of ritual: I knew the time of day when she moved to her favourite chair to take the sun, so I anticipated it and raised the shade. She knew I wrote in the morning, and, before I got to the desk, she was lying on her pillow by the heater, which had not yet been turned on. If it were just warmth she'd wanted, she could have stayed in bed with Elliot, who was living with me by then. Instead, she decided she would wait for me by a cold heater.

I love this paragraph very much. This reflection on the familiar behaviour of a pet, ostensibly to work out if there's a difference between a pet and sufficiently advanced AI. But also, it seems to me that this is an investigation into love itself.

Did Ullman's cat love her? Do any of our pets love us?

Instinctively, we think "yes". Ullman has applied a programmer's mind - and a philosopher's mind - to the question:

Companionship, familiarity, expectation, mutual recognition, bodily comfort: if this is not a definition of love between aging creatures, I don't know what is.

I'm away from home for a few days, with gigs in London and Birmingham. I always miss my wife when I'm away, and this essay hasn't helped at all thank you.

It makes me think of our own rituals. Sometimes - not often - I'm awake before Elanor. I know what time her alarm will go off, so I join her in bed a minute before, so she wakes up gently to a cuddle before the cold brutality of the alarm. When I'm working in the study, Elanor will sometimes open the door a crack, and wait to be invited in.

This is the difference between love and programming. Last time I was away, Elanor defrosted the freezer - an accomplishment of immense bravery and determination. She didn't tell me this, but when I came home she challenged me to work out what chore she'd done while I was away - knowing that, letting me discover this action by opening the freezer would be the best possible way for me to find out she'd done this.

How did Elanor know this? We've been together 20 years this month. Perhaps she reflected on the fact that I'm delighted by surprise, and by playfulness. Maybe she thought about the way I like stories - and that investigating the house, searching for new jobs completed, would give me the thrill of an adventure. It's possible she considered my love of novelty and shared experiences - and came up with this way of presenting her accomplishment according to these principles; these techniques for controlling the reveal.

All of this *could* be true. That Elanor consciously processed, analysed the data. Her understanding of me. Maybe, perhaps, possibly.

But I think she just knew.

Familiarity. Expectation. Recognition. Love between aging creatures!

People are so excited that generative AI can produce ugly pictures and bland copy. But I don't think it would curl up in front of a cold heater in an empty study.

Because any relationship with a program is an illusion. It isn't love. Because love isn't defrosting the freezer. Love is defrosting the freezer while your partner's away, anticipating their response, looking forward to their joy.

[godidontevenknowwhat]

Attitude Problems

Avatar Driver!Jake Sully x Omatikaya!Reader

Fic Includes: NSFW so MDNI, idiots to lovers, semi-descriptive animal hunting/death (not gory, very brief), spanking, fingering, orgasm denial, p in v, dirty talk, dubious consent?? (consent is not verbally given, warning just in case), creampie, shitty writing that hasn't been checked so sorry 😔, 2.8k words

Synopsis: There's not much that can frustrate Jake, at least not openly anyway. The RDA and the avatar programme are relying on his ability to shut up and do what he's told which means keeping his irritation locked up, his head down and his mouth shut. Neytiri keeps him on his toes, her teaching methods are to learn fast or die faster and he's adjusted to handle it. Hell he even feels like the cruel words of Tsu'tey and his burning glares wash off of him like water off of a duck's back at this point. The only thing he can't brush off and walk away from is you and your goddamn, cocksure attitude. Best hunter in the village his ass, more like best fucking cause of a migraine. You make his tail flick with anger, his pupils dilate like he's a pissed off little kitten and the worst thing is he can tell that above all else: you like pissing him off.

Heat lingers in the air on Pandora, a humidity that forces a layer of sticky sweat to coat his blue skin despite most of it being bare of clothing. Muscles ache and pull uncomfortably, calves burning from his latest trip into the vast rainforest surrounding the Omatikaya home tree and in spite of it all a smile pulls at the corners of his mouth that he can’t seem to shake. 

There's a comfort that comes with the pain his avatar body experiences, comfort that he’s there and present and goddamn his fucking legs hurt for the first time in years so who cares if they’re big and blue.

Neytiri trains him hard, part of him deep down doesn’t really blame her for the hate that lingers in her eyes when she looks at him or when she pushes him to do better. Augustine told him about what those assholes did to her sister and he can understand that despite being on his best behaviour the assholes that murdered her are his assholes so there's always going to be some animosity there no matter how many smiles he can get her to crack when he falls face first into direhorse shit. Every now and then though, when the long day comes to a close and they sit together eating the meat caught by the hunting party, he can see a softness to her that he likes to think shows she’s warming up to him.

The only one knocking around this damn hollow tree that he hasn’t managed to warm to him other than Tsu’tey is you. Neytiri said it's just who you are, that you’re passionate about being the perfect hunter and providing for the clan, that you’re serious. 

‘Serious’ his ass, in fact, he can guarantee the only ‘serious’ you are is a serious thorn in his side. 

Since he stepped foot in home tree he knew he pissed you off and everyone around him who had to listen to his rambling thoughts both in and out of his avatar body knew that the feeling was mutual. It got so bad that Augustine put a ban on talking about you in his video logs unless you were a big part of his day, unfortunately for her the Tsahik thought it was the will of Eywa to have you teach him how to hunt so you were a big part of his life despite him begging for you not to be. 

Truthfully as much as this tree-hugging, Eywa stuff was starting to seem more plausible to him the longer he spent with the Na’vi, there was an unsettling glimmer in the Tsahik’s eyes when she paired you with him that plays on his mind more often than not. Maybe this is his punishment for being so damn lucky up to this point. The Na’vi surely believe in karma.

“Your grip isn’t firm” A not so gentle kick to his calf forces him to widen his stance. “And your stance is not open enough, are you learning nothing from these hunts?” Irritation prickles under his skin at your words, you’re the only one who seems to never see his improvement. 

“Sorry”

“Sorry won’t provide for the clan, dream walker” His jaw ticks, teeth clenched so hard that he can almost hear them crack under the force. He chances a glance at you from the corner of his eye and the nonchalance of your posture is betrayed by the amused glint in your eyes, your attitude only serving to piss him off further.

Doing his best to ignore you he takes a deep breath.

In. Out. In. Out.

His eyes follow the largest hexapede of the group, watching it dip its head into the plush grass. The tension of the pulled back arrow makes his shoulders burn and your scrutinising stare does little to ease the fire creeping over his tight muscles.

In. Out. In..

“Oel ngati kameie, ma tsmukan, ulte ngaru seiyi irayo. Ngari hu Eywa salew tirea, tokx 'ì'awn slu Na'viyä hapxì.”

His arrow releases with a sharp whistle, cutting through the air and flooring the hexapede immediately.

Out.

Taking off in a sprint, Jake whips out his hunting knife and performs the final act of sacrifice he can for the creature.

The knife is heavy in his hand, his words weighing on his mind in a confusing way. He had taken life before, been ordered to anyway.. and it never became easier. But taking a life in this way, with respect and the idea that this animal made an incredible sacrifice to provide for the people- 

“Sloppy”

Your voice cuts through the silence like a thanator’s claws and Jake can only scoff in disbelief rather than give a proper response.

“Did you hear me, tawtute? That was sloppy, you were barely on target and you took far to long too position yourself”

Jake cleans his knife off on the grass, refusing to look at you in the fear that he would be unable to fight the urge to use the knife on you. Your words were enough but the irritated sigh that you let slip is the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Knocking your legs out from under you with a sweeping kick is just the right move to floor your unexpecting form. The look you shoot at him from your position is venomous and for a brief second Jake can see exactly why the Na’vi would be so terrifying to face in a real life or death fight. He watches your chest heave, the delicate beading of your chest covering barely keeping your ample tits concealed from his gaze after being disheveled from your sudden fall. 

Jake's ears twitch as they pick up a strange sound and it’s only when your own drop to your head submissively that he realises the sound is coming from him. A deep, rumbling whisper of a growl that emerges from deep in his chest and seems to have you frozen in place in the dirt below him. 

“You” The sound of his own voice is almost foreign to his ears, it huffs out of him in a harsh pant that makes you flinch despite your best efforts.  “You are such a pain in my ass!” There’s a strain of frustration in his voice, emotions bubbling to the surface that he’d tried to hold back and keep to himself. 

He’d thought about this moment plenty of times before, almost obsessively since the first snippy comment passed your lips about him, thought about confronting you and really giving you shit, putting you in your place but when the opportunity finally presented itself all he could think about was how desperately and stupidly he wanted you more than he’d ever wanted anyone else. How he wanted to shut you up by kissing you until you were breathless. How when he first saw Neytiri in the forest he thought she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen but when he had first seen you he knew that you were.

Jake drops to his knees between your spread legs, the swiftness of his rash movements activating your fight or flight causing you to lunge at him which in turn results in your arms locked within Jake’s firm grip.

“Not fucking talking about my grip now are you?”

He pulls you closer to him, holding you and forcing you to look at him in the eyes as he speaks to you.

“You frustrate me, you piss me off, you shit all over me constantly”

Your eyes are wide in shock as you gaze up at him, their colour so striking that it takes his breath away and stops his words before they can leave him. 

The tension between you both is thicker than the skin of a titanothere and maybe he’s as stupid as people think he is, maybe it’s the way your long eyelashes brush your cheeks while you blink up at him, maybe it’s the electric feeling of having his hands on you or maybe it's some weird combination of everything overwhelming him but his grip on your arms loosen, his left hand moves to the dip of your lower back and his right cups the back of your neck giving a light squeeze that makes your cunt pulse with need.

Your lips slot together like fitting the last piece of a puzzle and while Jake waits for a slap or scratch or a well delivered right hook, you surprise him when your hands only move to bring him closer and he knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Jake kisses you with an urgency that you’ve never felt before, parting your lips and licking into your mouth in a way that makes your stomach dance with atokirina. You’re embarrassed that you can only whimper and cling to him, shocked and subdued by his passion.

You attempt to follow him as he pulls away, craving more but he stops you with his grip on the back of your neck.

“Why..? I just want to know why? Why do you give me such a hard time?”

Your soft eyes harden almost immediately, glaring up at him again with none of the sweetness he’d felt during your kiss. 

“Because you are not ready, I have already told you-”

Jake can only laugh, it’s an airy, unamused laugh that sends an unpleasant shiver down your spine.

“You’re such a fucking brat”

Your world flips around you as Jake flips you onto your front, manhandling you, pulling at your hips until your ass is presented to him.

A yelp rips out of you with his first swat, your tail furiously whipping behind you as you crane your neck to look back at him. 

“Ow! What are you doing, skxawng?” 

“Think of it as a little payback, huh? For being such a pain in my ass” Another firm smack comes down on your ass, the deep blue of your skin becoming a gorgeous purple before his very eyes. 

“You like being a pain?” Smack. “Being a bitch to me? Pushing my buttons?” Smack. Smack. “You like pissing me off?” 

Smack.

There’s a surprising silence from you, tamed from a little roughhousing and the grin that spreads across Jake’s face in response is uncontrollable. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to answer. I know you do”

His thumb traces the outline of your pussy through your tewng, spurred on by the feeling of your wetness seeping through the fabric and the sweet moan you let out.

His hands leave their grip on you for a moment, loosening the strings of his tewng before moving to your own. He gives you plenty of time to stop him, plenty of time to kick him away or tell him he's a bastard but the biggest movement you make is a subtle rock back of your hips, seeking pressure from him on your needy cunt again.

His large hand cups your mound, fingers tracing through your puffy lips and barely dipping into your hole. Teasing or checking how wet you are even Jake isn’t 100% sure. Back and forth, Jake traces every inch. An embarrassing slick sound filling the air as he gathers your wetness on his fingers and presses his finger into you with a groan.

“Jesus..” 

You whine at the feeling, his finger doing nothing to fill the emptiness and just serving to tease you more. Your hips helplessly rock back, desperate for more already and he takes pity on you by adding a second finger, curling them just right to make your sensitive clit twitch from going untouched.

He purposefully neglects your clit, thrusting his fingers fast and deep enough to bring you close but never send you over the edge. Your whines drive him crazy, such sweet sounds from just his fingers make him borderline feral to find out what you’ll sound like split on his fat cock.

His fingers pump in and out of your squelching hole, spreading your wetness until the sound of each movement is making your eyes roll back in your head and your legs tremble. 

Jake feels you getting tighter, hears your moans hit a whinier pitch than before and finally touches your clit, rubbing quick circles into your sensitive little bud until he sees tears in your eyes. He feels the pulsing of your cunt, has to grip the base of his cock to keep from finishing early. Embarrassing but true. In his human body he’d lost all feeling in his bottom half and in this body he’d not exactly had the chance to get any action, it was like he was a virgin all over again.

Your nails dig into the dirt, tail wrapping around Jake’s arm like a brace to try and keep him going but he doesn’t hesitate to stop right as you’re about to fly over the edge.

“J-Jake..” 

He pulls his fingers from you, wrapping his slick hand around his cock and letting out what can only be described as a growl at the feeling of your wetness coating his cock as he strokes his hand over it. 

“I like when you say my name”

Once he feels that he’s lubed enough he presses forward, guiding the head of his cock through your slick folds and barely pulling away enough to tap it against your clit before repeating the process again.

“Not tawtute.. or- fuck- or skxawng, s’nice.. a nice change” 

He takes his time, pressing just the tip into you with restraint that he surprises himself with. Barely giving you any of his cock before taking it away again only to repeat with slightly more each time. Each inch of his fat cock feels like torture to take because he can’t just let you have it. It makes shameful, hot tears rolling down your cheeks and when he finally settles himself fully inside of you, so deep you can feel him in your guts, your cunt clenches and twitches around him almost gushing from just the feeling of him filling you.

He feels you fluttering around him and takes his time stuffed deep inside you, fearing if he moves even a miniscule amount he’ll have you both cumming too quickly, too intensely to recover from.

Jake’s eyes clench shut, hands gripping your hips so hard that you will most definitely have bruises left when you return to hometree. Silence surrounds you both, interrupted only by your quiet sniffles and Jake takes a second to look at you properly, his hand subconsciously rubbing the length of your back in a comforting motion.

“I got you, I got you don’t worry.. taking me so fucking deep.. M'gonna move now baby, don’t worry baby M'gonna move”

He pulls back, dragging his cock from your heat and letting out a sinful moan at the feeling of your cunt gripping him so tightly. He does his best to hold back and give you time, give himself time but when he presses back into you and all you can do is give a punched out whine of his name he loses himself.

His thrusts accelerate without warning, the slap of his heavy balls against your wet clit making you clench around him even tighter. With every thrust the tip of his cock bullies it's way against your g-spot, getting you closer every second he fucks you.

Jake makes the mistake of looking down at where you’re connected, sees the creamy ring being left around the base of his cock from your soaked cunt and that authoritative, rumbly growl seeps from deep in his chest again as his fingers desperately seek out your clit.

It barely takes one swipe of his fingers before your voice cracks mid scream and your vision flashes white as you gush around his cock, cunt clinging to him so tightly that he can barely pull back out to keep thrusting. He settles for grinding into you, trying to keep your high going as long as possible with each press of his tip digging into your g-spot.

Overstimulation settles in quickly, you try to wiggle away but Jake holds you in place. Finally feeling you loosen up enough to give a few more well delivered thrusts. 

“Hold on baby, just wait, just- mm fuck- just wait”

You say his name in a whimper, sweet and quiet like you’re begging and then he’s cumming, filling you up so deep that you’ll feel him for days.

He makes the most incredible noises as he cums. Strained moans mixed with feral growls with each pump of cum that fills you, stuffed as deep as possible until the very last drop.

Jake pulls you close, keeping you connected as he lays you on your sides. Wanting to comfort you and keep you close but selfishly wanting to stay deep inside you as long as possible. His head drops into your neck as he spoons you, panting breaths tickling your skin.

It’s peaceful, idyllic. Jake thinks it's the best moment you’ve shared with each other despite just having the best sex of his life but then your quiet voice breaks the silence, heavy and full of tears that make Jake’s heart ache instead of his cock. “You are ready.. I just did not want you to be”

[raasturi]

MOE (Missionarirs of Eden) AU Peri and Irep in a nutshell

I know I said I would draw more ship art BUT the AU just got a HUGE update* and I had to make something silly related to it

Peri is giving big Steven Universe energy in this one. Peace and love on the planet Earth, am I right

Also hey, look at that! First look at what my AU Irep looks like! (If we don't count the outdated drawings I made)

*So, what's the update?

Note: fairies are called angels and anti-fairies are called demons, if you still didn't know. Both of them are called "children of God"

As you could probably guess from the image, the updated lore has to do with the children of God (angels and demons) wanting to cleanse the Earth from what they qualify as sin**. They just have different ideas about how it should be done.

The angels believe that life should be preserved, but that they have a right to intervene so that sin that comes from it can be minimized. Especially difficult are humans, who not only destroy others and their environment greatly, but also themselves (among many other things), giving them the highest sin rate of any species. To combat this, the godparenting programme was initiated***.

The demons have a more neutral reception towards life, but since the angels have power over the universe and them, they have mutually agreed on following their command. This means that their mission is also to purify the Earth from as much sin as possible, though they are not as devoted as the angels are and instead they want to kill and eat those causing the most harm. This is due to the fact that the demons can't get energy from their God**** and they have to rely on external sources, like suns, planets and living beings (whose flesh many have come to love).

To create balance between the two sides, the scribes (a.k.a. the pixies. Yes, they're back and I renamed them again) were created to keep track of the amount of sin on Earth, more specifically the amount each species create. As long as the total is under a certain limit, the demons are not allowed to kill any of the members of that species (though they do hunt creatures, including humans, from time to time).

Explanations:

** There is no definite answer to what counts as sin, and the angels' criteria comes purely from what they think their God deems bad (demons follow the same guidelines). These include things such as change and disruption of the natural order, greed, for social species: engaging in antisocial behaviour, etc. Children of God can also sin by breaking their law or forming a relationship with a child of Eden (a.k.a. any biological being, *cough cough*... I'm looking at you, Peri) including other things.

Note: some actiong may cause more sin than others

*** The godparenting programme includes taking care of children ages 4 to 18. They target those who have a medium to a high risk of creating sin as an adult, but who also have a high chance of not sinning if they're helped. This results in the overall sin rate to hopefully shrink with each generation.

**** The angels' God works like a giant battery that provides the angels with a constant flow of energy, while the demons' God works the opposite. In essence, the angels and demons work as gateways for energy to pass through from one side to the other.

Once the angels' God has used up all its energy, the angels will die and when all the energy (including matter) from the universe gets consumed by the demons, they die too. Once all the energy has been collected to the other God, it will create a new universe for the energy to pass through again. This cycle will go on forever, though that isn't too relevant to the plot of the AU, since the children of God are not even aware of this cycle.

TLDR:

The angels (fairies) want to get rid of sin by helping, while the demons (anti-fairies) want to get rid of it by killing and eating them. Since they don't want to fight, they created the scribes (pixies) to keep count of the amount of sin on Earth. They agreed that as long as there isn't too much sin, the demons are not allowed to kill anybody.

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This is what living in isolation from the rest of the fandom does to a mf

I shortened the name of the AU to now be "MOE" for simplicity

Uhhgggghhhhhg it feels sooo good now that I've finally started explaining the AU hghhh. There are still many things I didn't touch on, but I didn't want to overwhelm you too much

[maniacwatchestheworld]

Hey! As a fandom and community, can we please please PLEASE talk about searchfortheblindeye more!???

It's obscure! It's considered noncanon! But I also think that it's interesting and worth looking at! Especially if you fuck with Fiddleford and the Society of the Blind Eye as a concept at all! I personally think that it's the first instance we have and can see Fiddleford being Alex Hirsch's very special man and Blorbo for his own series and honestly I love that for him! I also think that it was Hirsch's first unofficial testing ground to see how far he could push the cryptogram stuff, what the fandom could solve, whether we would actually engage with that kind of stuff at all, and is basically the spiritual predecessor the Cipher Hunt and ESPECIALLY thisisnotawebbedsitedotcom.

I URGE you to read the Gravity Falls wiki page about it because I have my own thoughts biases and blind spots concerning the page! The website no longer exists, but was thankfully fully archived on the Gravity Falls wiki, so go read it to understand it and the kind of experience that it was! But I guess that I should give a summary for newcommers who can't be bothered read it right now to describe what it is and why it is interesting, even if only on another surface level.

So at the end of Gravity Falls' season 1 finale "Gideon Rises" the audience watching is given a cipher. Search for the Blindeye. Later this would be revealed to relate to the series of animated Gravity Falls shorts that Disney would release between the ending of Season 1 and the start of Season 2 known as "Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained" that would reveal the symbol that would later be revealed to be the symbol for the Society of the Blind Eye in piecemeal sections.

A day before Gideon Rises had aired a website had launched. Searchfortheblindeye.com. How curious. It was a website that Alex Hirsch had addressed before in a handful of ways while it was online. Hirsch specifically said that it was not affiliated with Disney... But he didn't say that he didn't have anything to do with it! And we sure do know how much Hirsch likes to mess with the Gravity Falls fan community when he can!

On the surface, it really didn't seem like searchfortheblindeye had much going on. It featured a gif of Bill floating and had the remixed iteration of the main Gravity Falls theme that was featured at the end of Dreamscaperers as the website's audio. But in the source code there were encrypted messages! The messages seemed to feature 2 characters who didn't like one another very much. One is pretty undeniably Bill Cipher and the other seems to be the person hosting/programming the website. I'm going to be fully honest, I think that the other person, the person who is presumably the site's programmer is Fiddleford. One of the very first messages on the site was "LIAR. MONSTER. SORT OF OK DRESSER. TRUST NO ONE." Which establishes this person as someone who is aware of Bill, the Journals and what is written in them, but is decidedly NOT the Author (Ford)! Given the name of the website, the person running it has to be someone that is entirely fine with being associated with the Society of the Blind Eye. And again, they are someone who can program a website, and- from what can be gleaned from the person running the site and Bill's interactions- very much dislikes Bill (the feeling is mutual), and is quite the intellectual. Fiddleford meets all of these criteria! The messages and things on the website would foreshadow things that would show up/happen/be said in the series itself long before they would actually be seen or happen. I think that it's pretty damn safe to say that someone who worked on the show was involved with this website if Alex Hirsch wasn't behind it himself! So it might not strictly be canon... But it IS a lot of fun and is interesting! And I think that it gives us an interesting insight into what was happening as Alex Hirsch and the rest of the people who worked on Gravity Falls were thinking as they were fleshing out Fiddleford as a character! And I think people should at least mention it sometimes! Also fun fact, the website features Gompers' backstory lol. Like the Gompers backstory stuff as it appears in searchfortheblindeye.com still gets vaguely mentioned in new Gravity Falls media sometimes. So while it may not strictly be part of Disney's Gravity Falls' canon... I like ti imagine that the website and the things featured on it are kinda sort of part of Alex Hirsch's headcanon lol.

In any case... If you want more drips of sweet, sweet Fiddleford content and context, read the wiki on the website!!! If you want to see Bill and Fiddleford directly interact with one another on a speaking level, read the ciphers as they were catalogued!!! And... Well... If you're not a coward and enjoy FiddleBill or want to see the appeal of the toxic love triangle disaster polycule's least popular and least loved side, read the wiki on this website because I seriously think that you will get a kick out of it!!! Also it might be the most we may ever get out Cult Leader era Fiddleford! A part of his life that I find deeply fascinating and for which I scream to heaven high that we don't get to see more of!!!

Basically... PLEASE LOOK INTO THIS THING! I WANT TO SEE PEOPLE PLAY WITH THE IDEAS IT PRESENTS AND SEE PEOPLE ACTUALLY TALK ABOUT IT SOMETIMES AND NOT JUST MEEEEE!!!!! Also I think that I might have solved a mystery that went overlooked about it...? But that's neither here nor there

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

📢ANNOUNCEMENT: New Intern Placement

Following the recent internal review, the Gallifreyan Institute for Learning has restructured its internship programme to better support current departmental needs and appropriately distribute educational opportunities.

We are pleased to announce the arrival of our newest intern: Kethralynna of House Bront, Prydon Chapter, who will be filling the vacant Translation Officer post on a temporary student basis.

Kethralynna brings with her a strong academic record, an unwavering enthusiasm for interspecies linguistics, and many colour-coded index cards. We are confident she will be a valuable asset during this transitional period.

Please see her introduction below:

Greetings!

I'm Kethralynna, and I'm absolutely thrilled to be joining the Gallifreyan Institute for Learning! Translation has always been my passion — I genuinely believe that bridging linguistic gaps is the first step to mutual understanding and shared progress.

I specialise in Temporal Syntax, Recursive Semantic Drift, and Practical Idioms (Sol 3 dialects), and I'm currently researching how subconscious meaning influences spontaneous telepathic grammar. Please do stop by if you'd like to compare notes or share snacks!

Looking forward to working with all of you!

– Keth

We welcome Kethralynna to the Institute and ask all staff and students to make her feel at home.

If you have any questions, please contact the Office of Intern Oversight (Room 7G, third left after the inexplicably warm corridor).

Announcements by GIL

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[ms-demeanor]

What would anarchist Tumblr look like? Could any of the words in the ToS make sense without a top-down authority dictating how to "properly" define things like spam?

Go look at any open source project.

You could get together a group of people who could agree on a number of things, like what spam is and what is or isn't allowed on the platform, and you could have users vote on that kind of thing as they join, and eventually what's going to happen is that people will join the platform in bad faith, take advantage of the gaps in the rules, and be really difficult to remove in a fair and democratic way. You are also going to end up with a small number of people doing the majority of the work and feeling hard done by when people who don't understand the work that goes into making changes demand changes and outvote the engineers (though you can mitigate that by saying "you can demand any change that you personally can implement" but then you'll get people complaining that there's a hierarchy of programmers running the site, or worse, you'll have bad actors who are also programmers who will implement shitty changes).

(also this is highly theoretical because a lot of the words in the ToS are mandated by the laws of the country that the platform is registered in or the laws of the countries it is operating in - if your definition of spam is fucky it'll just mess with who wants to use your platform; if your definition of IP law is fucky assholes in cheap suits are going to start knocking on your door and handing you notices of service)

If you want an anarchist website you don't want a platform, you just want to go and make your own website.

That is, unfortunately, difficult, it can be expensive, and it doesn't scale.

IDK. Much love and respect for anarchists (i consider myself one) and other flavors of leftist but I feel like before any anarchist decides to get started on a big project they should go interface with people in the real world in some setting that requires parliamentary procedure and then watch the ways in which people will fuck with those systems. You only need to see one group fall apart because there is no means of removing bad actors before you realize that you need to build that into all your projects in the future or you're dooming them to schisms.

Basically your question made me think about how I would go about trying to start a social media platform for anarchists and I immediately went "NOPE, I WOULD NOT DO THAT." (Also it's just not a priority; if I was going to start a website that was doomed to failure it would be about, like, abortion access or a map of free resources or I would simply not start a website and would just use that time for some kind of mutual support network)

But also. Like.

Signal groupchat.

[itskaist]

Hi Kaist and welcome to the fandom! 🤍 Glad to see I'm not the only one with a massive collection of stuff, like stats, lore and other tidbits. I can hear my excel spreadsheets crying in the corner lol. Anyway, I really liked the song you shared and would love to know more about Josiha if you are willing to share. What kind of villain are they and what name do they go by? Are they into monologuing? Do they tend to spare civilians?

HELLO FELLOW EXCEL SPREADSHEET FREAK! (affectionate)

Thank you so much for asking & so glad you liked the song!!

Answers under the cut for those interested :)

Josiah's villain persona is Replica (it used to be Reflection for the longest time and I've only changed it quite recently, actually).

His suit has the mysterious look and I've leaned into the mirrored helmet for how he approaches building up his reputation: alongside the mirrored helmet, he also employs programmable voice distorters which can copy the voice of his opponents. In fights, he will often imitate the style and tactics of whoever he's fighting - so with Argent, he will be more aggresive and in-the-moment; with Steel, more cautious and working with his environment; with Ortega, he'll be chatty and try to distract.

All of that works both to conceal his actual abilities and thus true identity, as well as leans into the theme of 'being your own worst enemy' - he's the fear path anarchist. By studying his opponents (be they heroes or the establishment), he can exploit their worst flaws and make them work against themselves. Herald cares so much about civilians? Let's threaten the bystanders to get him to let his guard down. The government is a web of corruption mutually held hostage? Strike at the weakest link, and let them turn on each other. Show the world exactly why the current status quo is not working, show how it is built on fear, greed, and complacency.

There is a personal touch to his persona as well, of course there is. Your typical Regene anxieties over not being truly human, over being simply a copy (a replica, if you will - a simulacrum of humanity but never the real thing, at least in his eyes). Copying his opponents' styles because that is what he has always done, not just in fighting but throughout his free life in general: speedrunning learning how to be a person by observing other people, how they act, how they speak, how they present, and recreating those lessons for himself. As well as that mind-bending identity recursion of Replica being an incarnation of Sidestep - being an incarnation of a Regene - being an incarnation of the original gene donor; copy of a copy of a copy, sharpened down to a piercing focus but losing parts of itself along the way (again, in his eyes only). Not feeling whole, not feeling like his life has been a one continuous path but rather been reset and started over from square one many times over.

Civilians he doesn't really concern himself with, but neither would he go out of his way to harm them; his fight is against the heroes and the powers that be. He is not above causing injury, be it mental or physical; however he hasn't killed yet… yet. He thinks he is ready to kill and would do it if necessary, it simply hasn't been so far - but that's just one of the lies he's telling himself :)

In fact, he is scared of death; not really his own but more death as a very concept. I imagine that at the Farm, death would have been very clinical, clean - the rebellious or faulty being disposed of efficiently, no goodbyes, no bodies, no mourning. Someone will just be gone one day and eventually, if they have been gone long enough, it will be assumed they were likely recycled. But Regenes would not be familiarized with death, not allowed to ritualize it. Therefore, death wasn't really something that Josiah has had much direct experience with before running away, he doesn't know it, he doesn't understand it, and it scares him. He doesn't like seeing dead bodies, feeling this uncanny valley of his mind scrambling for hold over nothing. But all of that is very subconcious and not something he ever gave much thought to - he sees himself as cold, driven and efficient, so while he thinks that he could kill if he had to, well… we shall see, especially if-when he is finally confronted more directly with his past at the Farm; THAT might get horribly bloody, and I am looking forward to him having a breakdown over it :)) We love to see a character's self-perception being shattered, haha.

I think that about covers what you asked about, I could of course ramble on forever about my favourite squeaky toy but this already got long enough, hah. Adieu!

[too-many-rooks]

Thomas Levin as... Thomas Levin, in 'Nipskanalen' (2017)

Okay, so, so much to explain here.

This is from a YouTube show called Nipskanalen, which (from what I can gather) is a sort of semi-parody mini series where three famous danish actresses (one of them being Laura Christensen, who's married to Thomas Levin,) play versions of themselves, trying to get funding for a new movie, and consulting/meeting with a bunch of other people in the Danish entertainment industry.

There weren't any closed captions on the youtube video so the best way I could try and figure out what was going on was by running the video through a transcription programme (which didn't work brilliantly, because there's lots of muttering and overlapping speaking) and then putting the danish transcription through google translate so. Not exactly got a precise script. (In a similar vein. The title of this mini series is maybe something like nipple canal?)

But the general gist of it is as far as I can understand is that two of the trio turns up at the Levin-Christensen apartment, one of them ditches her baby with them to go do boxercise, and Levin and Christensen look extremely tired carrying around their infant daughter. Everyone goes to have a script meeting in their son's bedroom, Thomas says no one's gonna make any money trying to make this film and YouTube series, and maybe if they want to make a film they should just make a film, and maybe try and find a producer and a name and some funding and not focus on a self-indulgent mini series about seeing actors private lives, and hopes his wife can still claim maternity benefits if she's working.

Later, Kim Bodnia rocks up and sits on a child's pirate-themed bunkbed.

Special shoutout to @starvalisedham for calling in their Scandinavian mutual to try and translate this 🫡🫡

+ here's the video, for anyone interested

[drrav3nb]

Dong-Soo and his need/desire for Do-Young's validation

Since the first episode, we have seen Dong-soo operate and obey Do-young's orders out of fear. From staking out that woman's house to find out who was betraying Do-young, or even coming up with clever plans to stop Do-young from killing him, all these actions have occurred after Dong-soo was either threatened or physically maimed.

However, in this episode (EP5), we see a different motivation for these actions...validation.

The first sign of this is after Dong-soo ends his presentation and we see Do-young's reaction and honestly there's not much of one, and judging from Dong-soo fading smile this minimal/nonchalant reception is not what he was expecting.

This leads him to wait behind and ask Do-young if something is wrong, taking his lack of response as something to be concern about. Seemingly he is right, as Do-young then demands that the gambling site be finished sooner than originally planned.

This uncompromising demand makes Dong-soo question the nature of their relationship. Is this a partnership or is he leaving Dong-soo to fend for himself, forcing him to find the solution to their problem alone?

I find it very interesting that Dong-soo asks Do-young this because now it clearly shows that he sees this as a equal alliance, something that both of them can benefit from, where they can help each other and look out for the other's needs and weaknesses.

But the fact that Do-young doesn't even give him an answer suggests that he doesn't want that, he wants a subordinate, someone he can uses and twist in a way he sees fit. It mirrors the opening scene, where Dong-soo asks him to promise to leave him alone after this business is set up. But once again, Do-young doesn't give him a response or at least not on screen, showing us that he can't be trusted.

And it's this unanswered promise of friendship that keeps Dong-soo coming back, the potential for a mutual partnership that's beneficial to both parties and in order to gain that he feels that he needs to prove himself.

So without Do-young even making any threats or demanding him to deal with the situation in a specific way, Dong-soo goes the extra mile in order to make sure that the website is up and running in 20 days. He finds a previous client who is also a programmer to create it for them, threatens his family to stop him from backing out of their deal, re-organises the gang's operations into new departments and illegal acquires the personal data.

All this leads to the them finishing the website on time and to celebrate, Do-young treats them to some nice food at a restaurant. But what's interesting is when Dong-soo says "But in any case, I tried my best" after being asked about how he thinks the opening of the website will go, Do-young says this:

And once again Dong-soo is left diminished because once again what he's done isn't enough, the goalpost has been moved and he's realising that Do-young's standards are quite high, much higher than those he's worked for in the past. But that doesn't stop him from reaching for it.

Once the website is live and they start realising that his plan has actually worked, Do-young turns to him and looks surprised and evidently impressed. And it's that silent affirmation along with the successful outcome of his own scheme that leads him to grin, beam even, he's so happy and for once he's gotten what he sought this entire episode...validation.

But it doesn't stop there. Along with the money that he initially promised to pay him, Do-young awards him with a brand new car and not just any car, a Mercedes-Benz, claiming that the gift is a 'bonus'

So where does this leave them? Will Dong-soo's need for validation and Do-young's respect lead them to a mutual partnership where they're both equal? Well I don't think so, I think Do-young knows that this is want Dong-soo really wants and he's using it to reel him in. He knows that Dong-soo has been mistreated and overworked by his previous law firm and that has created a vengeful spirit within him. So he positions himself as his saving grace, the person who will absolve him of everything he's felt was wrong in his life.

So it'll be interesting to see how this desire to be seen by his superiors and validated for his work will lead Dong-soo further down the rabbit-hole in future episodes!

Anyway hope you enjoyed this meta!

[minigirl87]

Happy Anniversary, Marc

Marc Spector x F'Reader

NSFW 🔞 under 18's DNI ⚠️

It's your wedding anniversary, and Marc gets his reward for wearing a shirt and tie.

It's my 11th wedding anniversary this week, and I thought, why not write a little something to celebrate. The song included was my wedding song and is a personal favourite. Enjoy ❤️

Summary:-

Pure indulgent fluff and smut. Marc is uncomfortable being dressed up for your anniversary dinner and is rewarded and appreciated afterwards. Marc is a sweetheart and loves red lippy. Reader is not described in any way.

Warnings:-

Sex toys (I highly recommend this toy, btw). P in V , oral male and female receiving. Squirting, cum, mutual masturbation. Use of the word fuck.

Please practice safe sex.

Word count 1915

Marc stood in front of the mirror, fidgeting in a crisp white shirt look between a black tie and one that was of your favourite colour. He hated being dressed up, but he hated letting you down more. But for your wedding anniversary, he was going to force him to manage.

The three of them decided it was best that Marc went first with the celebrations as legally he was the one you were married to, but in love, you were married to the three of them, you wore a tri wedding band 3 bands interlinked plain bands one gold (Marc), one rose gold (Steven) and the third white gold (Jake).

As he looks at both ties, he thinks back to when he planned this night. Marc had been sitting watching baseball on the tv as you were snuggled up next to him, watching the Great British menu on your tablet with your earphones in. His right arm laying over the stomach, his left playing with your hair as you rested your head on his stomach and right hand resting on his left one.

You had let a soft sigh as you as you watch your programme. Marc had gently nudged your shoulder for you to pull an ear phone out. “you OK, baby?” You had smiled up at him lovingly replied that the chef you were watching worked at the Ritz and how you dreamed of going there one day, and they idea was born.

As he chooses your favourite colour tie to wear, he hears your keys rattle in the flats door and your voice carrying through “Hi Sweetheart I’m back. Where are you?” Marc smiles as he ties his toe “in the bedroom Baby” and he listens to walking towards him. “well hello sexy, aren’t you looking handsome” As you peck his lips Marc’s cheeks turn red as he mumbles something about himself.

He fidgets with his cuffs before you gently take his hands. “Your not comfortable, are you sweetheart?” Marc avoids the question in his typical style “baby I’m fine, you look so beautiful” you smile back at him “Thank you for everything, I appreciate you doing this sweetheart” Marc beams with happiness a genuine happy smile etched on his handsome face, you smooth his hair back behind his ear. His smell captivating your senses.

Gently tapping his bum telling him to go sit on the sofa so you can get changed, you had decided to treat yourself to getting your hair and make done professionally as your husband was treating you to the Ritz. Marc leaves to get and wait for you, pondering why you didn’t have lipstick on.

You quickly change out your jeans and jumper and underwear. You hook up the black satin and lace suspender belt, slipping on the black seemed stockings snapping them onto to belt then pulling on the black lacy knickers on top then hooking the matching black satin and lace balcony bra, finely slipping on your sensible but sexy heels. Admiring yourself in the mirror as you applied red lipstick, Marcs favourite shade (each of them had a favourite shade of red), you decided to snap a selfie for later.

You chose a beautiful navy blue dress embroidered with shades of reds, pinks, and green floral on it. You felt special and good. You finished your look with a pair of pearl drop earrings and your favourite perfume. You grabbed your black clutch and walked towards Marc.

Marc looks at you like a man dying of thirst as he drinks you in and is glad that Steven and Jake were leaving him be tonight. “oh baby, you look amazing. My woman is the most stunning on earth to me” grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Shall we go?” Offering his hand, which you gladly take, leaving the flat secured and heading to the Ritz for your anniversary.

You have a lovely evening together enjoying each others company, the food, the wine, and the atmosphere. When it’s time to leave there’s a slight breeze as the London sky starts to get grey and the street and shop lights romantically illuminate your walk home, as soon as Marc senses a shiver in you his suit jackets of and around your shoulders as well as his arm.

You get back to flat as soon as the flat door is closed, both all over each as you head to the bedroom. Marc unzips you dress, and as it falls, it pools at your feet. Marc looks in awe at you standing in front of him “baby you’re a goddess, so beautiful, my love.” You start undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it away and down his toned chest and arms, his honey coloured skin glowing in the gentle lamp light.

He looks at you with such love and trust as he softly swiping his thumb over your cheek whispering “I love you” You kiss him tenderly, whispering the same against his soft lips. As you unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers you feel his cock pushing against the seem. pushing him gently so he’s sitting on the bed. Looking up at him lust fully with hooded eye’s you fall gently to your knees in front of him.

You go straight to his aching cock kissing the tip before devouring him in your warm wet mouth. A guttural moan as his eyelids flickered followed by “fuck, baby” as you start sucking him. Marc admires you as your pretty lips slide up and down his shaft leaving a trail of red lipstick on his hard cock “such a good girl, your lips are so pretty as suck my cock” he grabs a fistful of your hair guiding up and down rhythmically, a slight snarl on his face when you suck on the head only tasting his salty sweetness of his pre cum on your tongue.

Rubbing your thumb over his balls as you cradle them in your hand. Sucking them as swipe your tongue alone them. Fitting his cock as it twitches as pulses against your palm. Marc has a light glow of sweat against his body the looks like a sculpture that should be in a gallery.

Marc Groans above you making the most beautiful sounds and moaning your name and telling you your his beautiful wife. He sinks his fingers into your hair again, tightening his fist at your roots move your swollen red stained lips towards his throbbing cock again. As you sink your lips down onto him. Marc starts thrusting his hips moaning as he starts fucking your mouth the tip of his cock hitting you throat making you gag, your saliva mixes with the red lipstick coating his cock. He fucks your mouth harder as your breasts bounce against his hips with the momentum.

Snarling and Groan above you “baby, I’m gonna cum” As he grips your hair has he shoots his ropes of pearly cum in your mouth as you swallow every drop, sucking his sensitive and softening cock clean. Your face is covered in smudged red lipstick and tear stained mascara eyes and cheeks. Marc softly runs his thumb along your lips “you’re so beautiful to me like this, my love, my life, my wife.” It’s a beautiful sight indeed “I will forever love you and care for you” you reply, kissing his inside hip.

You both get your breath back under control as Marc leans down and pulls you up on the bed beside him and proceeds to kick his shoes, trousers, and underwear off. Reaching into your bedside cabinet bring out your favourite sex toy the rose and then spits on it as he proceeds to move between your legs switching it on you hear it vibrating in his palm then you moan his name loudly as Marc pushes it past your knickers placing in on your clit, your core burning in pleasure.

Marc feels his cock twitching and pulsing again as you moan his name as he watches the rose suck on your sopping wet pearl between your shaking legs, your moans are almost pornographic to his circular movements and your pleasure. Marc gathers your slick with his free hand, then slides two of his thick digits in, you scream as he then starts kissing and sucking on your inner thigh.

You grab a handful of his chocolate curls tightly as you pant “I’m so close my love” he removes the rose and starts sucking and lapping at your clit and thrusting his fingers in and out your squelching cunt, his words vibrate against your core “cum baby, cum on my tongue I want to taste you” at his words you cum in euphoria as you squirt on his tongue and lips. “your so fucking beautiful spent like this baby. My beautiful wife, I love when you cum hard for me.” Gently kissing you quivering pussy lips as he cleans your slick up with his tongue.

He removes your knickers, throwing them away and crawling like a predator on its prey, kissing and sucking your skin as he moves up your body. Towering above you resting his weight on his hands, his lips swollen, your juices covering them and his chin. Surprisingly, when he leans in, the kiss is gentle and tender as you taste each other. Kissing his way back down your jaw, neck, and chest, kneading your breasts pinching and sucking the hard buds through the bras lace.

For a big, strong guy, Marc is incredibly gentle, though he doesn’t think he is. He moves to standing at the bottom of the he grabs your hips, pulling you down to him. He pumps his leaking cock again before running the head between your slick folds soliciting a loud moan of “MARC” from your hoarse throat, as he pushes himself in your heated core “so wet baby, you enjoy this don’t you?” panting as he thrusts teasingly slow and steady. “Fuck yes my love, I love when you fuck me like this” you whimper out between moans.

You start moving your hips to meet his movements, Marc takes the hint and fucks you faster as you see his face and back tense up. He completely pulls out and pumps his cock before thrusting back in roughly as his thumb rubs rhythmic circles on your pulsing clit, you feel his cock pulsing inside you as you grab his hand as you both hit climax cuming together as pleasure washes over you both as moans and heavy breathing and the smell of your love for each other fill the air.

Marc lays down beside you, gathering you in his arms, holding you close as you both come back from your high. You snuggle into him, stroking his bicep, leaning up you, looking into his eyes lovingly as you kiss with love. “Happy Anniversary my love, I love you” leaning to kiss him and “Thank you for tonight” Marc blushes “Happy Anniversary Baby, I love you too” he kisses you back “you’re everything I need and want.” He whispers as he cuddles you again.

After a few moments of enjoying your bliss, you both decide to shower and change. Climbing to bed cuddling again, Marc moves a strand of you’re wet hair, raising an eyebrow while a smirks crosses his handsome face and cheekily asks “ready for round 2 baby” and you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck “always my love.”

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[wanderingblindly]

The entire SSRI thing just gave me flashbacks to that one time I was practicing english readings for some kind of entrance exam (its not really one but i'm lacking a better term for it) for a psychology programm at uni and they gave us a text about the chemical workings of different kind of antidepressiva/neuroleptics (or something like that)

I havent had chemistry since 10th grade. English isnt my first language and I mostly learned it through fanfictions. As a result, my vocabulary is really weird distributed about several topics. (Why can't they give us texts about like sex, I would ace those!!! 💔💔💔 OR ANYTHING THAT ISNT THE CHEMISTRY OF PSYCHMEDS.)

(Honestly, I probably wouldn't have understood the entire article if it had been in german, especially not with a time limit)

So I scored 1/7 points in that practice. Did it again and scored 4/7 and that made me so furious I almost threw my laptop out of the window on the second floor and started crying. (Yes, I cry when I get angry/annoyed.)

Om top of that, I was working and several people who had questions for me just looked at me like i was insane and some girl came over and asked me if I needed some water and if everything was alright💔 (I work at a library and was manning the front desk that shift).

I still feel embarassed about that whenever I read anything about antidepressiva/neuroleptics anywhere and that just reminded me of it.

I need to go and hide beneath some imaginary blankets now, I'm getting second-hand embarassment of myself just thinking back 😭😭😭

I like to imagine you’re one of my rare mutuals who’s older than me, and you’re still deeply haunted by a niche SSRI-translation-related-trauma from a decade ago hahahahahahahahaha

I’m so sorry to laugh at you darling but this is SO good

[bas-rouge]

I guess I can say that there are a lot of Beauceron breeders whose programmes I wouldn't touch for moral, ethical, or personal aesthetic reasons, but I can say - probably because the breed community skews young - is that a lot of breeders are open and willing to educate and take chances on novices like myself. It was terrifying to reach out to what I would consider a top tier breeder, but the conversations I had with that breeder thereafter have been nothing but down-to-earth, open, and mutual. I cannot say the same for other breeds I have looked into personally.

[reddest-flower]

India’s Jawaharlal Nehru, leader of the Congress Party, arrived in the USSR to celebrate its tenth anniversary. He marvelled at the ability of this ‘peasant society’ to rapidly move from misery to fellowship, from starvation to surfeit. Russia interested Nehru because both India and the USSR were peasant countries with poverty and illiteracy as the barriers to freedom for the people. What he saw in 1927 surprised him, that there was less poverty in the country than he imagined and that the leadership had come from amongst the workers and peasants. Mikhail Kalinin, whom Nehru met, came from a peasant family and was then the head of state of the USSR. Joseph Stalin, the head of government, came from a family of cobblers and housemaids. These were ordinary people, who now ran an extraordinarily large country. Of his visit, Nehru wrote, ‘Russia thus interests us, because it may help us to find some solution for the serious problems which the world faces today. It interests us specially because conditions there have not been, and are not even now, very dissimilar to conditions in India. Both are vast agricultural countries with only the beginning of industrialization, and both have to face poverty and illiteracy. If Russia finds a satisfactory solution for these, our work in India would be made easier.’.

And indeed, Nehru found that the USSR had made great gains against hunger and poverty and towards increasing the power and dignity of the peasantry. From great poverty and deprivation, the USSR quit the Great War, fought off the invasion of the capitalist powers and struggled to build up the industrial and agricultural capacity of the country. Within a decade, the USSR was able to move from extreme backwardness to a situation of economic and social stability. Nehru looked carefully at the statistics on access to medical care, life expectancy, infant mortality and industrial growth. These showed improvement. But these were not conclusive. What interested him, the keen observer, were the signs of a much richer social life for the peasants. ‘They have their newspapers and country fairs and academies and sanatoria; their libraries and reading rooms and women’s clubs. The Society for the Liquidation of Illiteracy and Mutual Aid Societies are to be found everywhere. And so are the youth organizations – the Pioneers and the Komsomols’ – the All-Union Pioneer Organization and the Young Communist League. This richness, this wealth, was the best measure of advance.

Without literacy, Lenin wrote, ‘there can be no politics; without [literacy] there are rumours, gossip, fairy-tales and prejudices’. In 1897 – in the last Tsarist census – less than a third of Russians counted as literate (only 13 per cent of women were literate). In 1917, a third of men were literate and less than a fifth of women. Immense amount of the social surplus in the USSR was turned over to education and health, to the basic needs of the population. By 1926, thanks to the Likbez programmes, half the population could read and write. By 1937, two decades into the Revolution, the literacy levels rose to 86 per cent for men and 65 per cent for women. It was an extraordinary achievement. It needs to be mentioned that the USSR followed the policy of indigenization (korenizatsiya) – promoting regional languages so that people could develop their knowledge and wisdom in their native tongues and not merely in Russian. Such advance took place in a ‘peasant society’. India’s literacy rate at the close of two centuries of British colonial rule stood – in comparison – at 12 per cent.

Red Star Over the Third World, Vijay Prashad, 2019