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Put Your Hand in Mine

Hank worries about losing Kit. She reassures him that she'll be okay.

Word count: 3,483 words

WARNINGS: emetophobia references, blood/gore, death, implied anxiety attacks, Hank thinks about killing someone

divider by @/chachachannah, picrew link

Reblogs appreciated. ❤️ I really enjoyed writing this third-person piece about how I think Hank would act after we started dating.

Also, 2BDamned = 2B = Doc. I switch between these names for him in the story.

I’m worried about you.

Hank trudged his way up a hill, away from the truck that had carried him the long journey home. Rain poured down, making Nevada’s darkness feel even darker. A mixture of blood and mud squished between his boots as the rain cleansed him, washing away most of the blood and gore left over from his cleaning of the agency building.

He reached the top of the hill and paused a moment to breathe. Turning in a circle, he looked around for any unwanted stalkers, and satisfied that no one was following him, began his short walk to the S.Q. building. The abandoned building loomed above him, foreboding against the sky. He counted as he made his way along, looking for the place that served as a crude version of a home.

Finally reaching his destination, he made his way back. With one more look around to ensure he hadn’t been followed, he pulled keys out of one of the many pockets in his leather jacket and unlocked the back door. Stepping inside, he shook himself and wiped his boots on the mat, knowing he wouldn’t hear the end of it from Doc if he left a mess behind.

Putting his keys back in his pocket, he made his way through the empty room and banged on the heavy door waiting. The keyhole did him no good; he had no key. The only one to carry it was 2BDamned, and that was only if he was out on a mission instead of at the home base. While it annoyed Hank to no end that he had to wait to be let in (or wait for 2B to come home to unlock the heavy door), he appreciated the extra security it provided.

A latch clicked, and the door was pushed open with a grunt, revealing Kit. “Hey, bud!” She reached forward to hug him but pulled back once she caught a whiff. “Urgh… okay, hug later. You smell terrible.”

Hank glared at her. You shouldn’t have opened the door without checking who it was first.

Kit snorted, rolling her eyes at him before walking into the entrance room and gesturing for Hank to enter first. “Trust me, bud, I knew it was you. I didn’t even have to look; you always make a boatload of noise walking in, don’t talk, and bang on the door like nobody’s business.”

“Can’t disagree,” he lisped, before entering the large room that served as their command central.

Kit followed him in, pulling the door closed behind her and latching it fully shut. “Just you ‘n me for now, bud. Ford and Dei aren’t home yet, and Kyle finally decided to go take a nap.”

Hank raised an eyebrow at her use of Doc’s name. He’d kill you if he heard you using that name.

“Well, thankfully, Mr. Grumpy is finally taking a needed nap, so he won’t hear it.” She smiled at him. “He’s given me some stuff to work on. Wanna hang out while I get it done?”

Hank grunted. Kit then turned heel and jogged over to the computer; its screen was alight with the document she was working on. Hank followed behind her, standing directly behind her as she plopped down into the computer chair at the desk.

“Digitizing his inventory for him. His tablet’s crapped out so he does it by hand ‘til he can get a new one.”

Hank hummed in response. Though he wanted to put his hands on the back of the computer chair, he didn’t as he knew that bugged Kit. Instead, he shoved them in the pockets of his pants.

Kit hummed and fidgeted as she worked, pausing every once in a while, to squint at Doc’s messy writing. Hank’s mind drifted as zoned out listening to the sound of Kit’s typing and stimming.

He didn’t want to think about death every single moment, but it’s what his mind went back to when he wasn’t occupied with something else. Agents being slashed down in front of him as he swung his makeshift weapon, dodging bullets and breaking skulls, heading toward his goal.

I almost become an agent, ya know! Kit’s voice rang in his head and he felt a heaviness form in his chest. Almost. Would she have been one of the agents he mindlessly cut down? Would her blood and insides have painted the floor, eyes wide from shock as she bled out? What would it have been like to watch the bullets fired from his weapon tear her apart, sending flesh and blood splattering on the walls?

While the thought of fighting and killing agents gave him a sick thrill and filled him with adrenaline, the thought of killing her made his stomach churn. As much as he hated the feeling of affection, he didn’t want to hurt her. He wasn’t going to hurt her. But that “what if” kept looping in his mind. And he hated it. As foreign as it was for him to not be apathetic toward the idea of cutting someone that he knew down, he felt himself gag. What was wrong with his mind? Just the thought of hurting her made him sick, yet the regular gory mess of his job didn’t faze him, even gave him a vigor unlike anything else.

“Ground control to Major Hank.”

Hank felt his body flinch at the sound of Kit’s voice. He looked down to see her frowning.

“You alright, bub? You zoned out hard.”

He glances away, not wanting to share his thoughts. I was thinking about what it would be like to kill you, he thought, before discarding that thought. No, too much. Though Kit wasn’t one to shy away from his bluntness, he didn’t want to be too open about his thoughts. He thought a moment more before signing, I’m worried about you.

Kit tilted her head and asked, “What about me worries you, bud?”

That I’ll find you dead.

“And why would I be dead, Hank? You know this building is plenty secure.”

He stared her down. While most grunts would be intimidated (and Kit would admit that his cold stare still did make her uneasy), she knew from his expression that it wasn’t intimidation; rather it was him thinking.

I don’t know, he finally relented, pushing away thoughts of shoving a katana through her chest. His signing becoming more aggressive. But I don’t want to find you dead. That’s all.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, bub. I can promise you that much.” She smiled gently at him, and he swore he could feel the warmth from her gaze filling his chest. She grinned, then cackled. “You know I’m the least likely to head out anywhere dangerous. Heck, even Kyle goes out more than me. So it’s not like I’m gonna die, ya know? Heck, I should be more worried about you…” She waved her hand as if dismissing the thought. “But ya know, Doc’s whole thing with reviving you weirdos seems to work pretty well, so I don’t worry.”

“I still worry.” Hank’s statement was hard to hear, but Kit picked it up. She frowned in response.

“Alright, ya big softie. Lemme show you something so you know I’m okay.” She stands up suddenly, bumping the chair into Hank, then pushing it back under the desk. She faces the assassin before holding out her right hand. “Here. Take my hand.”

Hank picks up her hand, feeling the warmth of her, even through his gloves.

“Now squeeze my hand.”

He squeezes it, and she squeezes his hand back.

“There. Proof that I’m alive and well.” She smiles at him again, warm and inviting, then kisses his gloved hand.

“Eurgh, I shouldn’t have done that.” Her face curls into an expression of disgust as she pulls her hand out of his grip and scrubs at her mouth. “Yuck.”

Hank lets out an amused chuff and signs, You’re dramatic.

“And you’re nasty,” Kit spits. “Ya smell like gunpowder and blood. Go shower.”

Hank rolls his eyes dramatically and makes a quick turn, then ambles his way toward the long hall housing the extra rooms. He swears he can still feel the warmth and grip of Kit’s hand on his own.

…it was nice to let himself enjoy something like that for once.

Doesn’t make me weak, he thought to himself, a prior conversation from Doc about “relational obligations” and “emotional fulfillments” ringing through his mind. Certainly, enjoying a relationship and the intimacy didn’t change him in any way. It simply made him feel… strangely calm.

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I’ll be okay.

“Alright, Doc, I’m headin’ out.” Kit’s voice rang out from the entrance of the medical ward, and Hank’s eyes drifted open.

“Alright, Kit. You got your list?”

“Yessir.”

“See ya soon.”

Hank lurched forward with a groan, trying to stop himself from vomiting as the room wobbled back and forth. “Kit…” he whined out. Where is she… His mind was foggy and he couldn’t think straight as his thoughts tumbled around, centering around Kit’s safety.

“Hank! Dumbass,” he heard Doc hiss, as the older man approached the table and pushed him back down. “Stop moving. You’re tearing your stitches.”

“Kit…”

“Quit. You’re fine. She’s fine.” Doc glanced up, then looked back down at Hank, pointing. “She’s coming back.”

Fast footfalls echoed as Kit jogged over to the table where Hank was laying. “S’okay Hankers, I’m here…” She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, gently stroking his face.

Hank groaned again as he felt burning surge through his torso. He paused to breath, closing his eyes and focusing on not passing out. Kit’s hand stayed on his head, gently stroking as she shushed him gently. Doc’s hand was placed gently on his stomach, and his thumb rubbed back and forth in a soothing manner.

Hank opened his eyes again to see Kit, and raising his arms carefully, signed, You alright?

Kit nodded down at him. “I’m okay, Hank. I’ll be okay. Just heading into one of the long-abandoned cities where the bandits live. Ya know, the guys I know. I’m getting some supplies. I’ll be okay.”

Hank blinked, then slowly nodded.

Kit smiled at him, then took his hand, squeezing it. “Remember, bud. Proof that I’m alive. Now, I want you to stay alive, so please stay on the table.”

He let out a weak chuckle at that, then let go of her hand, watching as she left the room.

A needle poked into his torso a moment later, and Hank growled.

“You’re fine, you big baby,” Doc said. “Just some numbing agent for your side. Ya know, since you ripped your stitches out. Give it a few minutes and we’ll get you fixed it.”

Hank glared at the back of 2BDamned’s head as the other man walked away, then huffed. He remembered the sensation of Kit squeezing his hand and closed his eyes, letting the phantom sensation lull him back to sleep.

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What’s done is done.

The taste of blood filled Hank’s mouth as he came to. He was outside. Why was he outside? Glancing down at himself, the first thing he saw was his ungloved hands, covered in blood and cuts. At his feet was the remains of a soldat. What was left, at least. The A.A.H.W. unit had been ripped apart, innards spilling out and splattered everywhere. Its throat was gone, exposing the inner flesh. The teeth marks in its throat triggered a memory for Hank, of biting into their throat in a fit of rage and ripping away the exposed flesh with a sickening sound.

Kit. Where’s Kit? I was here for Kit. I was supposed to check in on Kit. She had joined Deimos, Sanford, and Hank on a mission, providing outside support and sniping stray enemies. She didn’t answer the comms. Sanford and Deimos are waiting. I’m checking on her.

Kit.

He was remembering what he found. A surge of rage filled him, and he picked up the soldat’s body and chucked it. It landed a distant away with a loud thud, organs scattering, blood soaking into the dirt.

He didn’t want to look. He could feel his body shaking. Kit. She was supposed to be okay up here.

“Hey! Hank, what’s going on?” Sanford called out from behind Hank. Hank heard two steps of footfalls – both Sanford and Deimos.

He heard gasps from both of the men and the sound of them running toward the body that laid a mere few feet away from Hank.

“Kit! No, no, no, c’mon!”

“She's lost so much blood...”

Hank squeezed his fists, then turned to look as the other two attempted to stop Kit’s bleeding.

“Don’t matter,” he rumbled. “Bled out.”

The two glanced up at him, then at each other, then down at Kit’s body. Deimos reached toward Kit, hands shaking, and pressed two fingers to her jugular.

“She’s dead alright,” he said hoarsely. “Damn Soldat got her good.”

“Nice observation, dumbass.” Sanford glared at Deimos, then rubbed his eyes. “Shouldn’t have let her stay here on her own… I should have stayed behind.”

“It’s done,” Hank said before wincing. His jaw was throbbing. He signed, Whatever. What’s done is done. Let’s bring her body to the car. Doc can fix her.

Deimos and Sanford paused a moment, then nodded in unison.

“Let's do it,” Sanford said. “He’s fixed you enough times. Surely he can fix Kit.”

“Damn, can’t believe they got Kit…” Deimos mumbled before reaching under her shoulders. “C’mon, help me out here.”

Sanford reached for her legs but leaned back quickly as Hank stumbled forward, nearly toppling onto the body of his partner. I’ll help, Hank signed, hoping they couldn’t tell how much he was shaking. Sanford nodded.

The two men each reached underneath her helping Deimos lift her body as they carefully carried Kit’s corpse to the car. Sanford reached forward to open the back door and they gently placed her onto the seat. For once, Hank was glad, Deimos didn’t make a stink about the seats of his beloved vehicle. Hank might have gone berserk if he said anything about Kit’s blood staining everything.

Deimos and Sanford took their usual seats in the front, while Hank clambered into the back, shutting the door behind him. He gently moved Kit’s body up so he could sit on the far side of the backseat, then rested her head in his lap.

He did his best not to look, but the wound left from the bullet that pierced her head was already burned into his memory. He took a sweeping look over the rest of her body, noticing the several bullet holes left from the soldat’s sneak attack.

His gaze rested on her hand. It looked like it normally did, rough on the back from eczema. He gently stretched and grasped her hand, pulling it toward him.

Her palms were soft like usual, but her hand was stiff and not as warm as it usually was.

He squeezed her hand. She didn’t squeeze back.

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I’m okay.

Hank paced around the ward, breathing heavily, trying to get air in. It felt like his throat was closing up. He sucked in more air, forcing himself to slow his breathing. You’re fine. You’re getting enough air.

He glanced at the door leading to Doc’s sterile room, fighting the urge to go through for what felt like the hundredth time to see if Doc had finished the procedure yet.

“Hank, just stay outside. It’s going to be awhile before I can pull her out of the Other Place. She needs a transfusion first and her wounds to be taken care of.”

Hank started frantically signing something before Doc pointed at the door and sternly said, “Outside. Now.”

Hank was smart enough to not risk the ire of 2BDamned, so he left and was now working himself up into an anxiety attack. How was he going to even fix her? Bullet went through her brain and torso. There was no fixing that. How exactly Doc managed to revive anyone was beyond Hank’s understanding; hell, he had no idea how Doc had managed to revive Hank himself, especially after the club incident.

Instead of focusing on the logistics of something Hank knew he would never understand, he forced himself to stop. Clenching his fists as tight as he could, he took in a deep breath, holding it, then letting it out as he unclenched his fists. He did this again and again, forcing his breathing to slow. You’re okay. She’ll be okay. Trust Doc. He finally forced himself to sit down in a chair, letting his legs jiggle up and down to relieve the pent up anxious energy.

Several hours passed, and Deimos and Sanford were back. “Still nothin’?” Deimos asked, taking a drag out of a cigarette. Sanford waved at Hank before leaving the room, heading in the direction of the kitchen.

Hank shrugged. I got kicked out, he signed.

Deimos snorted. “Course you did.” He pulled up a chair next to Hank and plopped into it. “She’ll be fine, Hank. Let Doc work his magic.”

Hank stared at the floor and nodded.

“See? Nothin’ to worry about.” Deimos grinned at him.

Sanford returned a moment later, bowl of cereal in hand, chewing. He pushed a chair next to Deimos with his foot, then plopped down. “S’okay, Hank,” he mumbled around his mouthful of cereal. “Doc can fix anyone.”

The three sat in silence as they waited.

The moment Hank heard not only one set of footsteps but two, he was up in an instant, waiting at the door.

The door opened, revealing Doc, who stepped out of the way. “Be gentle, Hank.”

Kit stood behind him, looking pale and disheveled, dark bags under her eyes. She was holding herself up with a cane, body shaking from exertion. She was alive.

Hank reached forward and pulled her into a tight hug. The familiar form of her body fit perfectly into his. He breathed in, smelling her familiar scent. She was okay.

“Hank… you’re hurting me...” Kit strained out.

He released her, holding her by the shoulders and looking down at her. He quickly signed an apology.

“You’re okay, bud. I’m happy to see you too.”

Something clattered across the floor behind the two. Hank craned his neck around to see Sanford’s spoon laying on the floor. Sanford’s eyebrows had nearly reached his hairline, and Deimos’ mouth was slightly agape.

Kit had been looking past Hank to see the two. “Contrary to popular belief…” Kit limped around Hank and smiled. “…he can show physical affection. Shocking, I know. Now someone please help me lay down. My body aches.”

Doc reached an arm around her and helped her limp to a bed, getting her settled in. Hank trotted behind, grasping her hand as she shuffled.

“Well, that’s sweet, but I’ve got stuff to do,” Sanford said, sniffing before awkwardly waving and exiting the room.

“Uh, me too.” Deimos scooted away, then made his way out the door as well.

Doc did a glance over Kit before nodding. “You seem fine for now. Stay in bed and rest. Call me if you need anything.” He then followed the two out the door, heading to his usual spot in front of the computer.

The remaining two sat in silence as Hank held Kit’s hand, enjoying the warmth of it.

He squeezed it gently. She squeezed back.

She smiled at him. “I’m okay, Hank. Though I would like to nap.”

Hank walked across the room to grab a chair, pulling it next to Kit’s bed, then plopped down onto it.

“Aaaand you’re gonna watch me sleep,” she rasped out. “Like a weirdo.” Kit winked at him before yawning. “And I know you won’t mind, but I’m really tired, so g’night, bub. I love ya.” Her eyes shut as she leaned back into the pillow, letting her body go limp.

I love ya.

He let that settle into his mind, feeling the comfort of it, and it warmed him like her hand was warming his.

He squeezed her hand. She squeezed back.

He didn’t like the warmth in his chest. The strange comfort of being by her side was weird.

He didn’t hate it, though. In fact, he was beginning to realize that he craved it.

Gently reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and navigated to his conversation with 2BDamned. Tapping carefully with one hand, he typed out, I think I might be in love.

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“Dumbass, just now realizing that,” 2B grumbled out as he read the message from Hank that had just popped up. “Course you love her. Obvious to anyone with eyes.”

He sighed, sending a thumbs up emoji before locking his phone again. He continued to click on items on his computer as he worked, his thoughts drifting as he worked on menial tasks.

At least he finally figured it out himself.

#self ship #selfship #self ship writing #selfship writing #ficto #fictional other #madness combat #f/o x me #creative writing #im brave enough to put this in the madcom tag #writing #so i hope y'all enjoy #i really enjoyed writing it #waves.txt #🩸 my most wanted #kate's creations #🩸 kate's creations

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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year ago

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Actually, actually, actually! Idea! (But only if you like it.)

In HoS, it has literally been 10,000 years since all 3 died.

What if Shadow wasn't supposed to be all-the-way back? And the only reason he is is due to being the Hero?

What about Hemisi & Nabooru?

Who's to say Gdorf's magic would've even worked on them? What if they were already reincarnated by that point?

What if, even reviving their bodies would've resulted in little more than mindless puppets? (Honestly, I kinda wanna read about the shear horror on both their faces. Like, horror & panic on Gdorf's end & horror, but slight relief on Shadow's. Because he can only hope that whatever's keeping Nabooru from suffering the same fate as himself means that she's free.)

What if the only way to get them back fully was to do some pretty dark, nasty stuff? Like, legit bad, horrible stuff? What if Gdorf has to sacrifice their new incarnations to do so?

What if, in order to even bring Shadow back, he'd already done something bad? Though, due to the Hero's Spirit, he was able to get away with just the sacrifice of someone who'd been related to Shadow? Like a great x1000 times grandnephew or something?

What if Shadow learned of this? The betrayal.

Like, massive dark spell stuff. Which, I've always found it weird that he & the Twinrova were the legit only Gerudo with that shading, yet each of them used black magic.

So, that's what I think causes it. Black magic. Like, legit evil deeds.

Who knows, maybe that stuff actually corrupts the mind the more you use it? What if you have to stop cold turkey to stop the process?

What if Gdorf had stopped doing that stuff, but the Secret Stone tapped into that source & now it's sort of rotting his brain away?

Also, what's the deal with the Twinrova here? They evil witches? No?

Sorry, when I get started, my braims refuse to shut up. 😓

Don't be sorry, you're fine! ;D It's fun to talk theories and ideas!

Ganondorf would be so devastated if Nabooru and Hemisi were just mindless puppets, I think. But I also think he wouldn't give up. He'd just be like "Well, this is a setback, but at least they'll listen to me until I can figure this out better." I don't know if Link would feel much relief from it or just be plain horrified, it would feel like such a desecration to him.

If they'd actually reincarnated, though, and if Ganondorf needed to sacrifice them to revive them, I wonder whose Nabooru would be? The best person I can think of is Urbosa, which, uh, makes things difficult. Should've thought that one through, Gan, before your stupid Calamity wrecked teh place! >:|

But anyway, Ganondorf isn't using black magic - Urbosa and Riju have lightning magic, which Gdorf also has in OoT, so honestly it seems very much like the Hyurle Royal Family - they just have a high affinity for it. (also, not gonna lie, Twinrova plays absolutely no part in this storyline because I don't know what to do with those two, honestly)

What Ganondorf does have, though, which is unusual for his people, is healing magic. I thought it would be interesting to give him this gift, it would add another layer to him as a character, especially since he actually cultivated it a little. Here's a snippet from a draft I have tucked away (I have been writing entirely too much for this AU LOL I am gonna have to make a word document to organize it, honestly):

“Here, let me see your hands,” Ganondorf said, pushing Link away enough to gently grab at his wrists. He flipped the teenager’s palms up, thumbs brushing against them as Link hissed in pain. His skin was blistered angry red from burns, standing out easily against his all-too-pale, practically grayish complexion, and he knew his face probably was too. Ganondorf swiped at his hands again with his thumbs, and Link felt a tingling, warm sensation on them. The pain numbed into nothingness, and he glanced down, confused. The burns were gone. “How—you know healing magic?” He whispered, looking up at the man. “Is it the stone?” Ganondorf smiled a little, brushing hair out of his face to examine a burn on his nose. “Secret stones only amplify one’s power, Link. Of course I know healing magic. You thought I didn’t?” Link hesitated a moment before just saying what was on his mind, looking down and muttering, “I thought all you knew how to do was destroy.” “One has to burn the forest to make way for new growth,” Ganondorf replied simply, easily, as if it were just like gardening, as if people’s lives weren’t at stake. “A good king must know how to rebuild as well as how to destroy.” “You’re just full of idioms, aren’t you?” Link sighed. It was almost funny, having this conversation. Almost. “Because I’m right,” Ganondorf said firmly. “Nabooru and Hemisi didn’t seem to think so.”

#you ask skye answers #lovely anon #hero of shadow #totk #ganondorf #I love making them talk haha

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codeword-art · 2 years ago

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So as I'm jumping back and forth between two fandoms right now, I wanna sort of put this out here before I explode. This is a reference to the Good Omens "Essay Theory" by Ariaste (I'm not directly linking them, as I dont want to bother them. They've discussed wanting to take a break from theorizing.) However, here is the link to said theory: https://docs.google.com/document/d/193IXS11XN46lziHRb6eUpM17yK0BQkRqke1Wh64A_e0/edit?usp=drivesdk

Now, we just recently got the released behind the scenes footage and images of season 2. One of them immediately caught my eye.

This is a sort of collaged concept photo for Aziraphale's halo, which reminded me of something.

This scene in the Job episode. At first I thought this oval shaped thing was a portal that Aziraphale was stepping out of, but it's clearly not. He does just randomly manifest on the cliff, but as he recognizes Crowley, this spikey aura fades off, then returns when he goes back to avaunting Crowley. It wouldnt return if it was just a portal up to the cliffside. It looks like a simplified version of the concept halo. You can even see where some of the spikes make an arch around Aziraphale's head in particular, then another layer trails down the silhouette of his body.

The concept is entirely different then what we see in episode 6.

Which is a much simpler and stereotypical angels halo, that seeimgly comes out of nowhere. Its not previously referenced at all, as the theory suggests. Also why would Aziraphale effortlessly be able to summon this golden spiked aura but not be able to pull his halo out without a struggle? Its a bomb isnt it? You'd think an angel would need to quickly get ahold of such a weapon in a battle scenario.

So its either a matter of the spikey aura being its own thing, which in that scene is the only time we see at all. If it is, what is it then? Just some sort angelic light meant to ward off demons or look intimidating? Why didn't he use it against Shax if thats the case? I think its Aziraphale's real halo, and the one we see in the finale episode is some made up version that someone wants us to believe is Aziraphale's halo.

My only hesitance with this thought is, wouldn't Metatron know what an angels halo looks like? Unless he is something different than an angel, so he may not be aware of even his own people's characteristics (which let's be honest wouldn't be surprising).

Either way, if you believe in this theory or not, the images are still quite interesting regardless, and I think are worth discussing. At least a little bit.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #good omens essay theory #good omens metatron #Metatheory #The Magic Trick Theory

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accirax · 10 months ago

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Okay, really wanna get these out before the finale so here we go :

https://youtu.be/w3ih6kGB4cM?si=NRdk-fnwO8zdPG6P

Haven't really shown a Hunter one yet (love his laugh).

https://youtu.be/RAQb550ftxI?si=V8FKJFsfmQMlOPu1

Awww, Will & Ashley are just the best for each other! ^_^ (Also, AUTUMN CAMEO!!! :D)

https://youtu.be/9rMgUniDeD8?si=cF4JWZk0l4GOxomd

*SIGH* Y'know.. the more of these Ellie Greetings I look at really show me the kind of person she is. She doesn't wanna show remorse for anything since it's such an "inconvenience" To Her. She doesn't see why any of the stuff she said or did was wrong and thinks it's a waste of her time to even try to understand why it might've been; that all the people she's affected (whether directly or indirectly) are just petty butthurt crybabies who should get over themselves & forget about everything. Always quick to point out everyone else's faults & how much they suck, but denies her own. shepissesmeoffsofuckingmuch.

https://youtu.be/bGCfEWaRXkY?si=Zs_SmJ6K0lttepxu

Seems like Gabby isn't much different. No doubt influenced by her gf. I mean, the girl practically takes *anything* Ellie says or does as gospel so this really shouldn't surprise me.

https://youtu.be/Ch7h1yBMerE?si=eiCAXdyJOKijJnS1

Aww, this one's actually really sweet~! ^^

https://youtu.be/am-L4WX5wEM?si=reikHWeee54iNR8Z

Why do I get the feeling that a certain group of shippers are gonna go crazy over the thing he's holding..? (Also, do you know if plushies & other accessories/items/animals/outfits/costumes cost extra in greetings? I'm kinda curious about that.)

https://youtu.be/XgFHQ-JccNs?si=ZW3oKPuBaLwupLht

OMG-! 😆 Even though I barely remember anything about Azula, this cosplay fits way too well for her lol! Also, I'm gonna take that awkward laugh and avoidance of the first question as a sign that she totally does watch that stuff but refuses to ever admit it. (Ew.)

Ok, I that's all I wanted to say. And, just in case none of the links work, there is a high chance I might've confused the capital i for a lowercase L, or vice versa. So you could just correct that and it should be fine.

i didn't have a good opportunity to respond to this before the finale (part 1) aired, but i am taking a look at them before i've personally watched the finale, so hopefully that's alright :)

(text to make the keep reading work)

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Hunter's VA is always so funny; never forget how he was the one to kick off the singing greetings trend (even if it was the asker who asked him to do it). i sort of thought he'd go for some sort of shadows/darkness power myself, but the Frozone reference when explaining why he chose ice won me over. also, as someone who just got around to finally watching "disventure camp but bad," this comment took me out:

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it's funny how many of the couples are comprised of one person who's afraid and one person who helps them get over those fears (wishley, jaiden, kind of tomjake). i wonder if any of the writers had that sort of experience with their hypothetical partners.

(also, just because this was the greeting in which it was apparently said, i do want to highlight @/harzeke and his survey answerer's critique of having a Scared Black Man trope originate from his experiences in a shady neighborhood. it's in the "racist fandom and fanon jokes" section of the linked document. i'm not at all trying to say that you, @sapphireroses282, have done anything wrong, obviously. just trying to use this opportunity to promote a well-written and overall much-needed perspective from another creator :) )

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yeah, Ellie isn't exactly the kindest person even on her best days, unless it's to Gabby. to give her the benefit of the doubt, i sort of read it as a continuation of her coping with her loss. if, in an attempt to convince herself that losing wasn't that big of a deal, she keeps telling herself that it was "just a game" and not something worth getting upset over, she might also tell herself that every one else does/should think the same and therefore that they shouldn't be angry, either. but, i agree, it definitely is a flaw, and i can understand how it could be frustrating if you've dealt with people who are self-centered in this way in real life.

i do think that Lake and Aiden at least deserve an apology, and probably Tess too, but, Hunter...? am i forgetting something? i just rewatched Hunter's boot episode. what did Ellie have to apologize to Hunter for? i know that she tried to keep Tess away from him to prevent mingling between teams, but that didn't go through, and he has no idea that happened. i sort of remember them fighting in the animal rescue and/or sandbag challenges, but that probably was within the realm of the challenge, not like pushing Tom on top of Aiden was. i'm probably just forgetting something, but for now it's throwing me.

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the main thing for Gabby is that i feel like she already did apologize to Tess and Tom within the bounds of the main series, so i don't think any additional apologizing is needed there. like, she doesn't exactly say "i'm sorry" to Tess when she's booted, but Tess also doesn't seem upset, so like... no harm no foul, right? and, when she beats Tom in the tiebreaker challenge, she literally says, "I'm sorry I got carried away, Tom."

in the Survivor fandom, there's the concept of a "bitter jury," which is a season in which the jury favors their personal feelings of betrayal in who they vote for to win, instead of who they think played the best strategic/physical/social (in the making and betraying allies sense) game. now, i'm of the opinion that whoever wins the season is the correct winner of the season, because if the jury is going to be bitter, the finalists should account for that in how they appeal to the jury and how they play the game. that being said, i also hate bitter juries, because i would rather see the best player of the season win the money as opposed to just the most popular player.

in that sense, i'm glad that apologies aren't needed, because it seems indicative of people forgiving each other -> not being bitter about how the events of the game show turned out. i don't think that anyone should be forced to apologize to someone who wasn't hurt just for the, i dunno, social politics of it all. especially when that someone is Gabby, who seems to have already needed to "apologize" just for being herself to a lot of people. (my typical standard is, if the offended party forgives the perpetrator, i don't have any issue forgiving them as well, even if a formal apology isn't issued.)

however, you could also argue that Tess or Lake or whoever should have been more offended by what Gabby did. although i think things like "say hi to Ellie" were made in jest, they could easily be seen as mockery. and/or, Tess is someone who likely has pretty low self-confidence, so you could see her not standing up for herself as a sign that she's fine letting herself get verbally harmed for the sake of peace. whether or not a fictional character should be forgiven/have to apologize is a very complicated issue that everyone approaches differently depending on their own history and personality. (god knows i've learned that through participating in the Milgram fandom.) i completely understand why you might not like Ellie (and Gabby by extension) because of her attitude, but i hope you can also understand why i see things differently ^_^

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aww, that was really sweet! i'm glad that Alec might finally be getting to a place in his life where he can try to be happy. i kinda thought he might relate getting dinner with someone to The Mishap with Riya, but, hey, maybe that's further proving his growth that he's not fixated on it anymore! also, apparently he's dressed up as a Pokemon character? i thought that was, like, Kid Icarus or something. what in the ancient Greece is Pokemon getting up to?

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it's funny to combo the "Connor and I are good friends" dialogue with him holding a plushie of Connor, haha. then again, he didn't say something as direct as "it's platonic," so, yeah, i think the shippers will go crazy over this one.

while i don't know much about greetings myself, one of my coworkers on Reality Resort did tell me a little about how greetings pricing goes down, so i can confirm that they do add to the overall cost of the greeting. said coworker also made this video talking about Disventure Camp greetings, and talks in a bit more specificity about pricing at around the 11:10 mark, if not elsewhere (i watched the video when it first came out so i don't remember what exactly goes where). some of the official VAs (Trevor, Gabby) also left some comments on that video with a bit more insider knowledge. i still don't think there's an exact breakdown of how much a costume vs a prop costs-- possibly because the price varies based on complexity-- but it's a good video overall, so i recommend you check it out if you're interested to learn more about greetings!

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that costume looks so cute on her!!! some of the comments were recalling that Fiore also quoted Azula in s1 (the part where she says something along the lines of "my own mother thought i was a monster... she was right, but--"), so it's a super fitting choice. i also love that she ended with "i'm 8, so what do i know?". she is just a silly 8 year old who likes bullying her dad for having cooties. and manipulating and traumatizing people. who does it like her?

(all of the links worked perfectly btw-- thanks for putting in the effort to transcribe them!)

#disventure camp #disventure camp spoilers #dcas #hunter disventure camp #will disventure camp #ellie disventure camp #gabby disventure camp #alec disventure camp #fiore disventure camp #every day i overexplain and preach my opinions on the internet #somebody get me a soapbox and a children's television show to star on already /j #ask tag?????

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HI OKAY here I come with some questions for that get to know the blogger thingy which is so cute,,

1. If you were a little succulent on a windowsill, which kind would you be?

2. Do you have a favorite painting ??

3. What's ur favorite fruit and also the one you like the least?

4. What's ur makeup routine like if you have one,

5. What's ur favorite cat noise?? (You can specify as for which of ur babies makes which noise btw, that's so interesting !)

6. Who's ur favorite photographer ! Or do you have one favorite photograph ever

Love youii 💕💕🩷🫀❤️💓

I MISS YOUUUU but of course let me get down to business 😼

1. i would actually be a larger succulent because i’d be an aeonium black rose! just like me, they are unique and edgy with a dark aesthetic, but they are non toxic and low maintenance (i can’t say if i’m not toxic or, but i can say that my personality is a stark contrast to my aesthetic 🙂‍↕️). they also prefer full sun and warmer temperatures, just like me, because i’m always cold and dramatic 🥺

2. okay admittedly, i’m not a big art nerd but i do really enjoy it even though i’m a noob. but a few of my favourites are (unsurprisingly, mostly equine related) some of the lady godiva paintings, of which particularly john collier’s version always stood out to me, a lot of alfred james munnings’ work, and of our own soil otto eerelman who specialised in animals and farm life. he traveled the world documenting different horse breeds and types and i own a copy of that collection actually :3

3. my favourites always switch up a bit but generally, strawberry, lychee and peach are always up there for me . . . my least favourite is probably pear or blood oranges, although i don’t think i ever really gave pears a try 🫠 like i very early on decided i disliked the texture and that was that

4. i don’t really use make up a lot but when i do, i start with eyeliner, and i always start especially with my left eye since that’s my weak side. and only once i got that wing down do i do the right, where its easy to copy what i did on the other side. then eyeshadow and mascara, sometimes ill lightly brush out my eyebrows but i dont use anything for them, maybe add some highlighter here and there and only veeeery rarely do i use foundation or anything of the sort. my skin is really sensitive and im bad at it so i try not to do too much lest i look like a clown :<

5. ooh this is a fun one.

mika: when he gets on my lap, stomach, side or back (wherever really) he always starts by mewing at me and making biscuits on me before settling down. his mews remind me of when he was a kitten and it’s so cute

zulu: has a really raspy meow all of a sudden when he really wants something (wet feed or dried fish). it’s super funny and sounds ridiculous and i always end up mocking him

mai: she sucks at meowing. i’m sorry. she has this meow that sounds similar to the oo ee a e a cat 😭🥹 so whenever she does that, i can’t help but laugh and mimic her

baby: his activation noises easily. they’re the best. he’s very dramatic. he does a really long, unnecessarily loud ‘brrrr’

6. favourite photographer AahhhhHHH this is tough i have so many 😭 once again most are equine photographers…🥹

ros fotografie — she is amazing at taking action shots! i was part of the same team for some time and learned a lot just by observing

arnd bronkhorst — it’s hard to link to his portfolio or anything because honestly, he’s a brand name by now and has many photographers work in his name, but he’s one of the reasons why i started photographing in the first place

edo van uchelen — another photographer i am lucky to know personally through horses haha but he is an incredible nature photographer and also an ecologist. he owns a photography hut somewhere nearby that i really wanna rent someday…

nikki de kerf — she got me interested more in fine art photography and she’s been someone i’ve been follow in since the beginning of her career. she has grown so much and i truly wish i can be that good someday too

the pixel nomad — she has a series where she travels around documenting forgotten horse breeds which is something i’ve also been wanting to do haha as a genetics nerd

minh dan vu — similar project and GORGEOUS photo’s. also someone i followed from the start, as we were once measly nerds on the same forum together when she was just starting out 🤓 it’s incredible to see how far she’s come

ruth chamberlain — she does a similar project but focusing on native ponies and wildlife in the UK. though she posts pony pics only on her insta she also does partake in wildlife photography and also conservation projects which is a topic i’m passionate about !!

ok i’ll stop here cos im yapping way too much HAHAHAA but in short i love photography <3

thank you for asking darlinggg i love u

get to know the blogger!

#💭.replies #🖤.beloveds #💭.ask games #🖤.naamah

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go-learn-esperanto · 9 months ago

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I'm gonna leave some resources for you that might help you with the problems you have. Maybe it's the distribution, or drivers, or something stupid that is causing you problems.

Alternatives to the Windows apps you're using

If you really wanna use a Windows only app here's the Wine database where you'll find if the app you wanna use is compatible, if someone managed to run it, if someone has a project on GitHub to help you run it and common problems people find with the app.

Site for Linux and some other Unix based OS' distributions. Here you may see if the problem you're experiencing with your camera is a known issue with the distribution you're using. Also, if there's another distro you wanna try out.

What would we be without Reddit forums? Anyway, here we can search and ask for help.

Also: go look on Reddit for your distribution's community so you can ask there a question specific to your distribution.

And lastly, OS wikis and documentations.

The best known wiki of all is the ArchWiki, known for having 99% of the answers to anyone's problems, but check your distribution wiki or documentation first to see if there's an answer over there.

(this is Pop OS' website)

Well, I can't put more links so for other distros you search yourself. They probably have something. The Linux kernel and its distributions were built by and for the community, so there's most likely somewhere you can ask for help or that has your answer already. You just need to look it up.

What do you do if you don't know how to do something on a new program? You look it up. It's the same for Linux.

Don't tell me that your Windows never had any problems. Mine certainly does. It has more Bluetooth problems than my Ubuntu. And it has so many things I don't want and is using too much of my precious PC space.

I also have a fun recommendation for you: if you wanna have Linux and Android apps you can try FideOS. It's a ChromeOS but you can use it on another PC that isn't a Chromebook and use the Android Apps. Yes, Google has an official distribution for non Chromebooks (ChromeOS Flex) but you can't use Android apps on it. Only web and Linux. It sucks and I have no idea why Google doesn't give support 😐.

And yes, ChromeOS and Android are actually Linux. Fun fact of the day! That means that that they, despite everything, are open source, so Google HAS to allow you to share modified versions of their products since they follow the GNU licence and Google HAS to share the modifications they do to the Linux kernel.

Honestly I don't know why people are so hellbent on staying with Windows when Linux has distributions like

AmogOS

Hannah Montana Linux

Ubuntu Satanic Edition (comes with free metal music)

UWUntu (Annoyingly a really good OS and one of the funniest too. The guys who make it recommend you anime movies every time you install a new version)

#linux #gnu/linux #resources

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porcupine-girl · 2 years ago

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I wanna hear about scrivener 👀

OH BOY

I saw I had an ask and I was like oh man I hope someone asked me about scrivener.

I write everything in Scrivener. Not just all my fic. I wrote my dissertation in Scrivener, I write my original fiction in it, I wrote the two magazine articles I've published in it.

First I will link you to my Scrivener tag, which probably contains everything I will say here because I never do shut up about it.

So first off, I will admit that Scrivener is not for everyone. Some people work better with linear programs like Word or GDocs without any bells or whistles.

HOWEVER

It is important to know that you can totally 100% use Scrivener without any bells or whistles. In fact, I recommend it at first! Don't overwhelm yourself. Then start to play with the cool features one by one.

I got it in 2014, and literally my fic writing skyrocketed immediately. Same for my dissertation when I started doing that in Scrivener a few months later. It's so good for my brain. It might not be for yours. But it might be just the thing.

I will put most of my gushing under a cut. My brain is only half-functional right now which probably means I'll go on and on and both repeat myself AND forget half the things I want to say.

Things I have done with Scrivener that I can't do with other programs:

I keep all my fic in one Scrivener file, which is called a "project." All of it. Every word of fic I've written since 2014. This does not slow it down AT ALL. In Word if I get over a few dozen pages it starts to crawl. I have well over 1.5 million words of fiction in this project, organized into many subdocuments and folders, and it is smooth as silk and easy to navigate. See the video below.

Why do I keep it all in one project? I'm so damn "out of sight out of mind." When I had all my fic in separate documents in a folder, it was so easy to forget what was there. I'd be working on one thing and forget anything else existed. If I closed that file and didn't open a new one I'd forget that working on fic was a thing I could do. No more! It's all right there in the sidebar so I can switch between fics whenever I want. And I basically just keep it open 24/7, it opens automatically when I reboot my computer.

I do other stuff this way too. All my picture books are in one project, all my magazine stuff is in one project. Love it.

When doing my dissertation I created my own citation manager within scrivener. This is Advanced Scrivening but it shows the versatility.

I used the notecard/corkboard view for this. It's also very useful for things like listing out plot points and figuring out how they fit together.

I don't write as nonlinearly as I used to but I still sometimes need to skip ahead to get a scene out of my head or because I just don't know what comes next but I know what comes after that. Scrivener makes that super duper easy.

I can also make documents within my fic that aren't the text of the fic. I usually have at least one for my outline, and sometimes have one or two for brainstorming when I'm stuck on a plot point or for keeping track of timelines and such. I often also have a doc where I dump cut bits that I might want to use later (or in another fic entirely - anything I know I need to cut but that might come in handy someday).

For original fiction you can get lots of templates that have various things you can use like character sheets or plot beats or whatever. You can have all your character sheets etc right there in the project.

You can put other stuff in it besides scrivener docs. You can drop entire PDFs into your scrivener file, let alone images and such. When I say I had a citation manager within it I mean I literally had the PDFs of the papers in there too. I use this a lot for my nonfiction writing stuff.

There's a split screen mode that's so useful. Sometimes when I'm editing I'll make a copy of a chapter or whatever so that I can keep an eye on what it used to look like to remind myself of where I want to go with it etc etc. Or I might keep the outline over there, or a character sheet, or whatever.

There's a revision mode that will keep track of up to five text colors for different revision stages - BUT what I use it for is tracking my word count. I do all new writing in revision mode, then every so often (especially if I'm about to delete a chunk) I select everything that's whatever color and record the word count in my word count text doc before removing the revision color. Then as soon as I go back to writing everything new that I type is the color again, I don't have to remember to set it back each time. IDK if how I worded that quite makes sense but it works great.

Here is a video I made a while back showing my fic project - as you can see, the ONLY time it slows down at all is when I try to view ALL OF IT at once, which I only ever do very occasionally out of idle curiosity as to my total wordcount. I just checked - I actually now have nearly 2 million words in this project right now. Can you even imagine trying to navigate a 2 million word Word file? That's about 8000 pages. No thank you.

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Also there are mobile versions but I haven't gotten around to downloading those yet. I really should though; when I get the urge to write in the middle of the night on my phone I do it in an email and send it to myself and in the morning I paste it into scrivener lol

Anyhow, I highly recommend trying out the free trial (which is 100% functionality for 30 days) and seeing if it works for you. If you want to buy it, you can find various deals all over the place - for example, a code for Nano participants for 20% off, or if you win nano I think you can get 50% off.

I will say, it's not the best for formatting. I've said this before - I view it very much as a writing program, not a finished-product-creating program. I move my writing to Pages or OpenOffice if I need actual formatting beyond the most basic stuff like bold and italics. Fic I can just put right into AO3, though.

#scrivener #it's me the walking talking scrivener ad

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 4 years ago

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Camp North Star - June 25th

AFAB!Reader x Jeon Wonwoo x Xu Minghao x Kwon Soonyoung x Choi Seungcheol

Word Count: 8979

Contents: drinking and being inebriated, swearing, your boss walks in, fivesome oral (giving and receiving), handjobs, face fucking, rimming, dom!Seungcheol, somewhat dom!Wonwoo and dom!Minghao, sub!reader, Soonyoung is a needy sub and also a bottom, fingering, nipple play, teasing, slight begging, protected sex, slight choking, drooling

Note: Mayhaps you voted for this hehe this was so much work oh my god it took so long oh my god i hope you appreiacte this filth if you dont so help me please enjoy this fivesomes are difficult skdhakshdas

“Never have I ever…” Minghao trailed off, swirling his beer in his hand as if it were a glass of wine. “Sucked anyone off.”

“Ahh that’s too general,” you laughed, taking a swig of your beer. Soonyoung quickly took a sip of his but not so quickly that you didn’t notice.

“I am learning so many things about you tonight, Kwon Soonyoung,” You said.

“There are so many things to learn,” He giggled.

“I already know too many,” Minghao deadpanned. The three of you laughed. The sound of footsteps came over the din of the crowd around the nearby campfire. You looked up to see Wonwoo wandering near and you beckoned him over to join you.

“Hey, what are you doing?” He asked quietly, taking a seat close to you.

“Never Have I Ever!” Soonyoung proclaimed boldly, making Wonwoo jump a little. You snickered, patting his arm.

“Soonyoung, it’s your turn.” You said.

“Hmmmmm,” He hummed into his beer bottle. “Never have I ever… had sex in a canoe.” He looked at you pointedly.

“Why do you think I have?!” You cried.

“Why wouldn’t you, it's fun if you don’t fall in.”

“Did-” Wonwoo started. “Did you- Which canoe did you have sex in?”

Soonyoung didn’t answer, merely sipping on his drink with an overly innocent look on his face.

“Soonyoung!” You cried.

“I hoped you cleaned it,” Wonwoo mumbled.

“Wonwoo, you should go next,” Minghao said.

“Alright,” He settled back, resting on his hand, still eyeing Soonyoung suspiciously. “Never have I ever given a handjob in the woods.”

“Oh that’s just mean,” You muttered as you took a sip.

“When was that?” Minghao questioned.

“Who was it with?” Soonyoung asked.

“Some stories I keep to myself,” You said, shooting Wonwoo a glare. “Moving right along. Never have I ever had sex in the pool.”

Minghao quietly took a sip and before any of you could speak he raised a hand.

“I’m not telling you. Though I will say I’m not looking to repeat the experience any time soon. Some things are better left in the imagination.”

“I need more goss,” Soonyoung whined. “This game is for goss. Someone needs to add something risky.”

“You’re so impatient,” Minghao chuckled. “Alright, never have I ever had sex in someone’s office.”

“Does it count,” You asked, already knowing the answer was yes, “if it was with the owner of the office, not like sneaking into someone else’s office?”

“Yes, drink,” said Wonwoo.

“Now I’m curious,” Minghao eyed you.

“Really cuz that just gave me an idea,” Soonyoung said giddily.

“What? Office sex?” You laughed.

“Sneaking into someone’s office to have sex,” he grinned.

“That sounds like a dumb idea,” Minghao said.

“Now hold on,” You said. “Which office would you propose?”

“You’re not actually considering this, are you?” Wonwoo asked.

“I mean if you don’t wanna be invited you don’t have to come,” You grinned.

“I’m thinking a nice big office when I know for a fact that it’s owner is relaxing for once and not working.”

“You’re not about to break into the programming office,” Minghao said.

“Nice big desk, comfy chairs,” Soonyoung said.

“That would make for some nice goss, what a wonderful commodity.” You chimed.

“I mean, it might actually be the best place for it,” Wonwoo said.

You all looked at him.

“What does that mean?” you questioned, watching his face flush more and more red.

“It- uh- if you go, I’ll show you what I mean.” He finally settled on.

“Can we?” Soonyoung chirped excitedly.

“Why the fuck not?” You said.

Soonyoung grabbed Minghao’s hand, even more giddy in his slightly tipsy state. “You have to come too.”

“Wh-Why do you want me?”

“I don’t know if Wonwoo’s going to stay and they don’t have a dick.” He said, jerking his head towards you. His bluntness made you laugh. You truly were learning a lot about Soonyoung tonight.

“I didn’t know you were a bottom but I don’t think I needed to know that,” Wonwoo mumbled.

“Minghao, please,” Soonyoung begged.

“I- I’ll join you for the walk over, but no promises,” He said. Soonyoung happily clung to him as you all got to your feet, heading for the programming office. Soonyoung skipped ahead with Minghao and you fell back beside Wonwoo.

“Why would Seungcheol’s office be such a good place for sex?” You asked.

“You’ll see, there’s something there you’ll find useful.”

“Are you going to stay?” There was a quiet moment between you as he seemed to think it over. It was much quieter here, away from the bonfire and the rest of the staff.

“I might. I’ve never done anything like this so…”

“Well if you do, I’m looking forward to it,” you smiled. Wonwoo gave a nervous chuckle, cheeks flushing pink.

“Thanks,” he mumbled almost shyly as you approached the office cabin.

“Is it going to be locked?” Minghao asked.

“We’ll just break in,” Soonyoung shrugged.

“Okay we won’t do that,” Wonwoo said. “He usually doesn’t need to lock it during the day so maybe? He might not have locked up yet. Let’s just try the door first and see what happens.”

Minghao and Soonyoung reached the door first. Minghao reached out his hand and turned the handle slowly. The door creaked in a bit and he carefully pushed it fully open. You all knew Seungcheol was down on the bonfire but there was still something a little scary and very thrilling about being here.

You had been in his office once or twice before but never for long. It was it’s own building near the other office buildings, a small cabin but more than enough space. The back wall was lined with bookshelves stuffed with books, safety manuals, and documents. A standing lamp was on along the back wall, bathing the room in a warm light. An old, comfy couch sat along the side of the room under the window and in the center was a large desk, much bigger than Hongseok’s. Seungcheol’s spinning chair sat on the far side and two chairs sat on the closer side for small meetings. Despite how busy he was his desk was relatively clean, only his laptop and a small stack of papers sat on it, everything else neatly tucked away.

You slipped your shoes off on the mat along with the others, wandering into the room.

“Is he coming back?” Minghao questioned, eyeing the light.

“He was drinking down on the beach,” Wonwoo mused. “He can’t be planning to work more after that, can he?”

“He wouldn’t,” you said. “Maybe he forgot to turn it off.”

“I’m unconvinced,” Minghao said.

“Come on,” Soonyoung whined. “We’re here. Let’s have fun anyway. He’s not here now and he can’t be planning to work soon, right? Besides, the thrill of it is that we might get caught.”

“Getting caught by the boss,” You said, running your fingers lightly up Wonwoo’s arm. “That’s kinda a hot idea, isn’t it?”

“I-I- I mean-” His cheeks flushed pink. “Kind of, yeah.”

“This has got to be against so many rules,” Minghao said.

“You knew that before coming over here,” you pointed out, wandering towards the desk with Wonwoo in tow. Soonyoung linked his fingers with Minghao’s slowly pulling him closer to the desk, grinning giddily when Minghao followed him.

“I’m sure there’s some rule about sleeping with your supervisor,” His tone was a little lighter, more joking.

“Does it change anything if you’re the one in charge?” Soonyoung purred, backing up against the edge of the desk and pushing the chair aside.

“I’m thinking about it,” Minghao hummed.

“Wonwoo,” You looked at him quickly. “Didn’t you say this was a great place for sex? Why?”

“O-Oh yeah,” he hurried around the desk, face still flushed. You watched as he pulled open drawers, looking for something. You couldn't quite tell if he was planning to stay yet. Was he excited? Or nervous? Or overwhelmed by the idea? Maybe all three? You weren’t sure if you were bad at reading him or if you were just a little too tipsy to easily figure it out.

“Here,” he said. “In here.”

You all wandered curiously around the desk and let out a collective gasp when you peered in the drawer.

Apparently, the condom stash was hidden in Seungcheol’s office all along. The drawer had quite a few boxes of different kinds of condoms. Not only that but a number of different types of lube sat in the drawer as well, even a few packs of dental dams and some gloves laid in the drawer.

“So this is where the condoms came from,” you mumbled.

“Why does he have all this stuff?” Minghao wondered.

“Who cares?!” Soonyoung said gleefully, grabbing lube and condoms. “This has everything we need!”

You met Wonwoo’s gaze. “You really weren’t kidding, huh?”

“It does have everything we need,” he said.

A grin tugged at your lips. “So you’re staying?”

He looked between the three of you. “Might as well have some fun, right?” He giggled, still sounding a little nervous.

Soonyoung grabbed onto Minghao’s hand, giving him starry eyes. “Will you stay too, please?”

Minghao’s lips twitched into a grin. “I have to admit, I kind of want to hear more of your begging.”

Soonyoung bounced on his toes as he pulled Minghao back around the desk, moving the stack of papers aside. You watched Wonwoo grab the laptop and move it aside while you pushed the chair out of the way.

Soonyoung was quick to grab the front of Minghao’s shirt and pull him close to make out. Minghao seemed only caught off guard for a moment before he relaxed into the kisses, letting his eyes slide closed and pressing Soonyoung’s hips back against the edge of the desk.

You leaned back on the desk yourself before locking eyes with Wonwoo. He blushed and looked down, stepping a bit closer. His eyes flickered to your lips and then to your eyes and you felt heat rise into your cheeks. Quickly you swooped in, pressing kisses to his neck and feeling his hands on your hips as he let out a quiet sigh.

“No hickeys,” he mumbled.

“What if they’re where no one will see them?” You teased.

“Th-That would be okay,” he replied.

You heard ruffling beside you and peeked over to see Minghao pulling off Soonyoung’s shirt between Soonyoung’s kisses which already looked to be getting desperate. You let your own fingertips trail down over Wonwoo’s chest before playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Can I take this off?” You asked. Wonwoo gave you a quick nod and you helped him pull off his shirt before trailing your lips down his neck and along his collarbone. He let out a sigh as you sucked at his skin but it got lost in the low moan that Minghao let out next to you.

Soonyoung’s lips were on his neck and his hand had slipped between their bodies, already palming Minghao through his shorts.

You followed suit, listening to the shaky breath and feeling Wonwoo grab and squeeze your hips in response as you started touching him. He pressed his hips subtly into your hand, relaxing a little between the sucking of your lips on his skin and your hand slowly working him up.

Both Minghao and Wonwoo let out quiet, low moans as you and Soonyoung worked them up. You couldn’t speak for Soonyoung but every little sound they let out, and every squeeze of Wonwoo’s hands on your hips, sent a rush of arousal down your spine. Each second you were growing more and more turned on and excited.

“You’re eager to use that mouth, aren’t you?” You heard Minghao murmur. You looked over in time to see his hand on Soonyoung’s head, slowly pushing him down to his knees with a smirk. You locked eyes with Wonwoo and felt heat rush up into your face, the blush on Wonwoo’s cheeks told you he felt just as hot at the prospect of doing the same.

You left his chest with one more kiss before sinking to your knees, not making eye contact and instead focusing on undoing his belt slowly. Soonyoung seemed to be moving fast, already having freed Minghao’s cock from his shorts and trailing his lips along it. You took your time, only stopped when Wonwoo tugged at your shirt to pull it off.

You pulled his cock free, wrapping your hand around it and biting down on your lip. Had it seemed the same size when you were giving him a handjob, did it only seem bigger because it was right in front of your face? Or because you could take it further tonight? Or simply because you were horny?

“What the hell are you doing?!”

All four of you froze at the sound of Seungcheol’s voice.

Your eyes darted to look at Soonyoung. His face had flushed red and you could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to come up with something. You yourself may have been buzzed but you certainly weren’t drunk enough for this. Still, was letting a horny, tipsy Soonyoung handle it the best idea?

“H-Hi Seungcheol,” why you were aiming for a lighthearted tone as you peeked around Wonwoo, his cock still in your hand, you didn’t know. Seungcheol looked less than impressed.

“Why, are you and Soonyoung, giving blowjobs, in my office?” He asked. His voice was far too even for your liking.

“It- uh…” You had nothing.

“It was a group effort,” Minghao sighed.

“That much is clear,” Seungcheol replied.

“We didn’t think you’d be back tonight,” Soonyoung said with a nervous giggle.

“You didn’t notice the light on?”

“It somehow slipped past us?” You offered.

Seungcheol looked between the four of you before he sighed. “There is nothing in the handbook for disciplinary action when 4 of your employees have sex in your office.”

“You’ll have to come up with something,” there was a grin in Soonyoung’s voice and when you looked at him there was mischief in his eyes.

“Yes,” you chimed in. “Be creative. An out of the box solution.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What are you two up to?”

“I just think you should find a… fun solution,” Soonyoung said.

“Yes, this must be stressful, find something to help you relax from that stress.” You added. Wonwoo nudged you hard with his knee, as if to tell you to shut up but it seemed Minghao was on your side. He looked back over his shoulder at Seungcheol.

“The campers show up in two days. And it’s nearly midnight. You’ve finally had a relaxing evening. Do you really want to ruin that?”

“So you think…” Seungcheol was processing your words.

“You should relax,” Minghao shrugged.

“Find something enjoyable,” Wonwoo added quietly, joining in your game.

“Do something fun and out of the box,” You chimed.

“Look,” said Soonyoung. “We’re already on our knees.”

You kept your inhale quiet. The four of you had been dancing around the suggestion but once it was put so blatantly there was no taking it back. You watched Seungcheol’s face as he thought, hand running through his hair as you tried to figure out if you were about to have a fivesome or about to get fired.

“Fuck it,” Seungcheol said, hands falling to his belt as he kicked off his shoes. “I could use this.”

A grin broke out on Soonyoung’s face and it was infectious, spreading to your own. You spared a glance upwards, catching Minghao’s relieved grin and the pink tinge of Wonwoo’s cheeks as you and Soonyoung slide closer to each other.

Seungcheol came closer until he was standing between Wonwoo and Minghao, pants slipping down his hips just enough to let his cock free. Your hand was still wrapped around Wonwoo’s cock and you started to pump him slowly, noticing him relax just a little. Soonyoung’s hand was moving much faster already on Minghao’s cock as his lips started to trail along Seungcheol’s cock.

You leaned in as well, pressing kisses along the other side of Seungcheol’s cock and hearing his quiet groan. Soonyoung’s hand was wrapped around the base, holding his cock between the two of you. Seungcheol’s cock started to grow harder between your lips as the two of you teased him. Your hand kept moving on Wonwoo’s cock, squeezing a little tighter. Your lips drew into a slight smile at the small moan he let out.

Soonyoung slipped underneath, sucking Seungcheol’s balls with his lips as you drew your tongue around the tip, drinking in the groan that fell from his lips. The small sounds all three of them were letting out curled down your spine, arousal settling between your legs and deep in the pit of your stomach.

You felt Seungcheol’s hand on the back of your head, urging you to take more of him into your mouth and you obliged. You started moving your mouth along his cock, taking a little more of him into your mouth each time, trying to keep a steady pace with your hand lest Wonwoo start to feel neglected.

“Just like that,” Seungcheol’s voice was low and a little breathy as he spoke, laced with the heat of arousal. His hips pressed forwards towards you and Soonyoung as you moved your mouths on him, Soonyoung’s movements growing greedier with each passing moment. You found a steady pace in sucking him off, your hand replacing Soonyoung’s at the base of his cock.

“Soonyoung,” Minghao purred, seeming more emboldened now that Seungcheol had spoken. “I want more of your attention.”

Soonyoung obediently shifted. He brought a hand up to play with Seungcheol’s balls as he took Minghao’s cock into his mouth. You looked to the side enough to see the sweet, wide-eyed expression he gave Minghao as he took his cock deep into his throat.

“That feels so good,” Minghao moaned, letting his head fall back. Soonyoung moaned around him and you couldn’t help yourself, moaning around Seungcheol’s cock before moving your mouth more quickly.

“Fuck,” He breathed. His fingers tightened in your hair, guiding you at the speed he wanted. You took him as deep as you could without choking, letting out more moans around his cock and feeling the arousal build even more in your core. Your gaze started to grow heavier but you still looked over to check on Wonwoo as you jerked him off.

He was more relaxed than he had been but still much quieter than you knew him to be. Was he nervous about it? You wanted him to relax fully and enjoy himself and you searched your brain for the things you had done last weekend, trying to remember just what he liked.

You moved your hand a little faster, adding more of a twist to your movement and earned a small moan from his lips, catching sight of his eyes falling closed. He leaned one hand on the back of the chair that you’d pushed to the side to brace himself.

The sound of gagging beside you drew your attention to Soonyoung as he deepthroated Minghao’s cock. You were equal parts jealous and impressed. How did he get so good at that? Maybe you needed to ask him for pointers.

The moans that fell from Minghao’s lips pulled you out of your thoughts very quickly. The sound sent arousal rushing through you and welling in your core. You pressed your thighs together, subtly shifting your hips and moving your hands and mouth a little faster. You let your gaze shift up to look at Seungcheol and it only made your arousal worse.

He was gazing down at you with a heavily lidded, heated expression. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and as you locked eyes with him he held your head still before thrusting into your mouth. You held it open for him, keeping your eyes on him and moving your hand a little faster on Wonwoo’s cock, thumb teasing his tip here and there, as Seungcheol fucked into your mouth.

Moans were falling from all three of them now, though Wonwoo was still quieter than you knew he could be. Beside you Minghao pulled Soonyoung back off his cock, a string of spit connecting his lips to Minghao’s cock. Minghao’s thighs were trembling slightly as he caught his breath, clearly not wanting to cum too soon.

Soonyoung shifted towards you and you pulled back. Seungcheol’s hand fell away from your head as Soonyoung brought his lips to Seungcheol’s cock. You turned all of your attention to Wonwoo, gazing up at him and meeting his eyes as you took him into your mouth slowly.

Wonwoo let out a shaky breath that was quickly covered by Minghao’s shaky moan as Soonyoung wrapped a hand around his sensitive cock. The sounds rushed through you, making you wetter by the second. Still, you kept your eyes on Wonwoo’s face as you took his cock into your mouth and found a quick pace.

As you brought your other hand to his cock, wrapping them both around, you took in the look of pleasure that overcame his features. His brow furrowed and mouth hung open, moans getting louder as they poured from his lips. A rosy hue was spread across his cheeks, his hair falling in front of his eyes that were scrunched shut.

Seungcheol’s groans had grown louder, as had Soonyoung’s gagging as he took all of Seungcheol’s cock into his mouth. Seungcheol kept a hand in his hair but let him set the movements, his own head falling back as groans and curses came from him.

On his other side Minghao braced himself against a chair, panting and moaning as Soonyoung kept his hand moving on his cock. His fingers curled into the back of the chair and his hips pressed forwards into Soonyoung’s hand, thighs still trembling.

You let out moans around Wonwoo’s cock as you moved faster, getting more desperate. The need in your core was getting unbearable and had you shifting and rocking your hips in search of the sensations you desperately craved. Judging from the few moans Soonyoung got out and how tight his shorts were he wasn’t fairing much better.

You felt Wonwoo’s hand on your head, suddenly pushing you back as he panted. You looked up at him in surprise which melted into smugness when you took in the dazed look on his face, stopping you before he could cum in your mouth.

Next to you Seungcheol dug his hand into Soonyoung’s hair before pulling him back.

“Aren’t you two getting needy?” He asked, his voice rough.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Did we do a good job?” Soonyoung asked. “I need someone to touch me.”

Seungcheol reached his other hand out, grabbing your chin and holding you so you were both looking at him. You felt your face burning and yet more arousal curling in your coil from the heat of his expression.

“You’ve done well so far,” he said. “Stand up.”

You did as he told you immediately, scrambling to your feet. Very quickly hands were all over you as they pulled off yours and Soonyoung’s clothes. The three of them shifted around. Minghao urged you to sit up on the desk while Seungcheol turned Soonyoung around and bent him over the desk. Wonwoo made his way around to where Soonyoung’s head was and Soonyoung was eager to wrap his lips around Wonwoo’s cock.

Minghao leaned in, giving you a kiss as his hands trailed over your body. You felt the goosebumps in their wake as he trailed fingers over your sensitive skin. He leaned closer, reaching his hands around behind you to undo your bra and you let him pull it off. His hands moved over your chest, drawing a sigh from your lips before they found their way to the hem of your panties.

“Lay back for me,” he murmured against your lips.

You did as he said, letting your head fall to the side to look at Soonyoung. He had a sweet, hazy look in his eyes as Wonwoo slowly thrust into his mouth, letting out quiet moans as he did so. All of Soonyoung’s sounds were muffled but you could still hear his moaning as Seungcheol drew his tongue over his entrance, teasing him. Drool pooled at the edge of Soonyoung’s mouth, his hands splayed out over the desk, already wrapped up in bliss.

A gasp left your lips as Minghao drew his tongue over your sensitive clit. You reached out, grabbing at the edge of the desk and your other hand finding Soonyoung’s wrist. You squeezed at him, not paying much attention to the curious look he gave you as you started to moan, back arching off the desk as Minghao fell into a quick rhythm with his tongue.

“Fuck, that feels good,” you moaned quietly, the sound getting a little lost between the sounds rising up all around you. Wonwoo’s moans, though still quiet, were rushing through your body. Soonyoung’s whiny moans and gags as Wonwoo pushed his cock down Soonyoung’s throat were dizzying.

You felt the curl of the coil, the pleasure that was building inside you, spurred on by the lewd sounds of Minghao eating you out and Seungcheol eating Soonyoung’s ass. Seungcheol let out low groans, hands gripping at Soonyoung’s ass and thighs as his tongue moved quickly. Minghao let smooth moans vibrate through your core, hands holding your thighs open and keeping your hips from bucking into his mouth or grinding too much against his face.

You shifted your gaze up and felt your cunt clenching around nothing as you took in Wonwoo’s face. His brow was furrowed, hips thrusting forwards into Soonyoung’s mouth. Red coloured his cheeks and burned the tips of his ears and his mouth hung open in quiet moans. His eyes were screwed shut and the sight made your head spin.

“F-Fuck,” the curse fell from your lips as Minghao dipped his tongue into your core, curling it into a sensitive spot and sending a tremor through your body. You heard him chuckle at your reaction but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to care, instead pressing your hips closer to him as his tongue ran back up over your clit again.

You squeezed at Soonyoung’s arm, watching his nails slowly scratch at the desk as he pressed his hips back towards Seungcheol. His gaze was heavily lidded, though his eyes opened a little wider as Wonwoo grabbed his hair and jerked his head up roughly, an action that sent even more heat rushing through you.

He didn’t need to say anything, Soonyoung simply looked up at him, keeping the eye contact as he let Wonwoo fuck his mouth, drooling and moaning. Wonwoo seemed to be relaxing and growing into his confidence tonight.

And you couldn’t deny it looked so good on him.

“Wonwoo,” Seungcheol’s voice called your and Wonwoo’s attention, though Minghao kept his tongue moving through your core. “Why don’t you come back here and help him out? Since he’s been so good to you.”

“Of course,” there was much more surety and calmness to Wonwoo’s voice than there had been when you began.

A moment later you whined as you felt the loss of Minghao’s presence. You propped yourself up on your elbows with a pout as he moved away from your core, but much happier when Seungcheol took his place, smirking at you from where he kneeled on the floor.

You had enough time to catch sight of Wonwoo pouring lube onto his fingers before the feeling of two fingers pushing into your cunt pulled a gasp from your lips. Your eyes locked with Seungcheol’s as you panted and he started to move his fingers.

“You’re already so wet,” he purred.

“You’re welcome,” Minghao chuckled quietly, moving around the side of the desk and kneeling again. You felt his lips start to press kisses along your side.

“I think you could take our cocks right now,” Seungcheol murmured.

They’re teasing was interrupted by the loud, desperate moan that left Soonyoung’s lips, now unhindered, as Wonwoo slipped a long finger inside him.

“Fuck, please,” Soonyoung groaned, dropping his face against the desk as he pressed his hips back, trying to fuck himself on Wonwoo’s fingers. Wonwoo and Seungcheol both chuckled at his neediness and you were distracted by the sensation of Minghao’s plush lips wrapping around one of your nipples.

“You really are needy, aren’t you Soonyoung?” Wonwoo teased.

“Please,” he drooled. “Please fuck me.”

“Don’t rush it,” Seungcheol grinned, as teasing as he was serious. “You need to be properly ready for it.”

Soonyoung’s only response was a groan, resting his cheek against the wood of the desk, facing you. Your own head fell back as Seungcheol started moving his fingers more roughly. He held a hand on your hip to keep it down and you let your eyes fall shut as you took in the sensations.

Soonyoung’s moans rivaled yours, both of you growing louder and louder with little care if anyone would hear you. Soonyoung gripped onto your wrist, trying to find purchase of his own. If his moans were any indication he was getting closer by the second.

You lost yourself more and more in the feeling and sounds. In the sucking of Minghao’s lips and the slow circling of his tongue around your nipple, fingers trailing gently over the skin of your hip and up your side. Seungcheol’s fingers deep in your core, thrusting and curling quickly. The lewd sounds of fingers moving in wetness and your moans filling the hot air.

Pleasure was building inside you quickly, Panting and moaning you felt yourself getting closer to your edge, clenching around Seungcheol’s fingers. Your hips ground as much as he would allow, chasing every little bit of sensation while the focus of cumming took over your mind.

Soonyoung let out a broken moan next to you and you peeked down to see Wonwoo pushing a second finger into his entrance slowly. A tremor ran through his body and his hand squeezed your wrist as he rocked his hips back as much as Wonwoo would allow.

The sight of him only added to your own arousal, making you clench around Seungcheol’s fingers even more. Soonyoung’s eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth hung open, drool and moans pouring from his lips. His skin shone with a sheen of sweat and his hair fell across his face prettily, moving with each roll of his hips.

“Oh, fuck,” your own eyes squeezed shut as Seungcheol eased a third finger into your core. You took it easily, knowing how wet you were, and feeling the craving for more.

“You’re getting needier too, aren’t you?” Seungcheol chuckled.

You felt Minghao’s lips pull away from your chest, moving up to murmur in your ear. “Is that greedy little cunt of yours ready for some cock?”

Your back arched off the desk and you moaned out loudly as Seungcheol started to draw his tongue over your clit quickly. The only answers you could manage were incoherent whines and moans as the coil in your core curled impossibly tight.

“We’re so far from done with you, yet,” Minghao purred. “You better be ready for more.”

“F-Fuck,” the word came out breathy and high on your voice as Seungcheol’s fingers started pounding into you. Minghao brought his fingers to your chest, playing with your nipples and you only barely registered the way Soonyoung groaned loudly again, no doubt also taking another finger.

Quiet, breathy pleas started to pour from your lips. Seungcheol held your hips down, sucking on your clit roughly and fingering you fast. Minghao’s lips nipped at your ear, hot breath fanning out across your skin.

“I’m so looking forward to sinking my cock into you and fucking you dumb,” Minghao murmured.

You cried out as you came hard, clenching around Seungcheol’s fingers. Your back arched off the desk and your whole body shook. Pleasure washed through every inch of you, stealing your breath. Your hips only stuttered when the sensitivity started to set in. Your hands started to weakly push Seungcheol away from your core as you shook.

Minghao helped you up to sitting, letting you rest your head against his chest as he let his fingers run over your shoulders. Somewhere in your needy haze you’d missed the part where they all rid themselves of their clothes but you weren’t complaining at the sight.

Soonyoung choked out a high moan, body shaking as he came, riding out his high on Wonwoo’s fingers until his hips dropped, knees going weak from the force of his release.

Seungcheol had moved around the desk and was now running his fingers through Soonyoung’s hair. “I hope you’re not done after just a few fingers, Soonyoung,” He teased. Minghao and Wonwoo chuckled and Soonyoung tried and failed to open his eyes, incoherent sounds mumbling out through his lips.

You slowly caught your breath, thankful for the moment to do so, while Minghao ran his fingers gently over your body. Wonwoo gently smoothed his hands over Soonyoung’s ass and Seungcheol played with his hair, all three of them pumping their own cocks slowly until Soonyoung pushed himself up to stand shakily.

Seungcheol smiled. “Are you two ready for more?” There wasn’t any teasing in his tone this time, only sincerity. You and Soonyoung both nodded, a little tired but eager.

Minghao helped you off the desk and you let him lead you to the chair. He urged you gently to kneel on the chair. You brought your hands to rest on the back of the chair, and then your cheek. Your heart was beating quickly with anticipation as you heard the sounds of condom wrappers ripping open and lube being poured out. You squeezed the back of the chair and wiggled your hips absentmindedly before hearing a chuckle.

You gazed up from your spot to find Seungcheol gazing down at you where you kneeled. His fingers came to your chin gently and tilted your head to look at him properly.

“Are you impatient?” He asked gently.

“Maybe,” you hummed. “Maybe I want a little more.”

“How much more?”

“Maybe I-I-” you stumbled over your words as you felt Minghao’s hands grip your hips and his cock ground against you, moving through your folds and teasing your sensitive clit.

“You lose your words so quickly,” Seungcheol hummed. “He hasn’t even started and you can’t compose yourself.”

You felt heat rush to your face as you tried to find the words you wanted. But they seemed too jumbled on your tongue. The sound of Soonyoung’s moan as Wonwoo eased his cock into his ass drew your attention for a moment before Minghao slowly pushed into you.

A gasp fell from your lips. Your eyes nearly closed as you sunk your hips back towards him but Seungcheol grabbed your jaw firmly and your eyes snapped open instead. You focused your gaze on him as moans started to escape your lips again. Minghao slowly thrust into you, letting out a breathy moan of his own.

“Does it feel good to finally be full?” Seungcheol murmured.

“Mhm,” your whine was high in your voice and you gave your head a little nod. Seungcheol regarded you with a heated smirk, leaning in closer. Your own gaze slipped to his lips as your mouth hung slightly.

“Are you so greedy you want kisses too?” He teased.

“Please,” Did you have a sense of shame left? Decidedly not as you leaned even more forwards, braced on the back of the chair.

Seungcheol chuckled at you but still, he closed the distance between you. His hand stayed on your jaw as he kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth which you let inside easily. Your moans came out muffled by his lips, though they were only getting louder.

Minghao kept one hand on your hip, the other slipped up to your chest. You keened forwards into his touch as he started to roll and tug on your nipple roughly. He thrust his hips in a steady pace, each one even and deep and sending a rush of pleasure to your dripping core.

You only got wetter as you took in the sounds of the room. The sounds of your own kisses and muffled, messy moans mixed with the low, breathy groans of Minghao behind you as he fucked you slowly. His sounds hitting your ears and making you clench around him.

Soonyoung and Wonwoo were both growing louder as well. Soonyoung held onto the edge of the desk, chest flush against the hard wood, now hot under his own burning skin. His moans were messy and broken, coming out as gasps and cries with each one of Wonwoo’s thrusts. His hips pressed back for more all the while.

Wonwoo’s sweet moans were finally sounding how you knew they could. The sound made you dizzy, loud and full and punctuated with curses. Complemented the lewd, wet sounds of cocks filling your holes, moving through your wetness, pounding into Soonyoung��s ass. The air in the room only felt hotter and hotter as the moments ticked by.

“F-Fuck,” another curse fell from your lips between kisses as Minghao started fucking into you a little faster. Each movement sent a wave of pleasure through your body and deep in your core the coil was starting to curl in on itself again. Mixed with the sparks of sensation as he played with your nipple roughly.

Seungcheol pulled back, letting you breathe and gasp for air. His own voice came out rough and breathy as he jerked himself off to the sight of you getting fucked.

“You look good like this,” he purred.

“S-So good,” you managed. You heard Minghao’s breathy chuckle from behind you.

“Tell him properly, then,” Seungcheol said.

“It f-feels good,” you moaned, bringing your hips back to Minghao’s and trying to urge him to go faster.

A gasp left your lips as Seungcheol wrapped a hand around your throat, pressing you back against Minghao’s chest and squeezing just a little. A smug smirk hung on his face as he took in your reaction.

“You can do better than that,” he purred.

“Tell me how you feel,” Minghao murmured.

“It f-feels so good,” You stumbled out. “It’s s-so f-f-fucking good. F-Fuck you’re s-so deep. Please. Fuck. P-Please don’t s-stop. I- hnnnn f-f- I n-need this s-s-so bad.”

Minghao’s hips snapped into you harder, making you cry out pitifully. You felt the tremble in your legs, the coil tight in your core and the burning need for touch on your clit, to bring you to your release again. Minghao seemed to be chasing his own high, both hands now on your hips and holding you firmly as he fucked into you and you let your eyes roll back in pleasure.

A bang and a cry of pain called the attention of the three of you, your own eyes snapping open, even if your vision was a little hazy.

Soonyoung was shaking, gripping onto the table as Wonwoo tried to help him up. His legs had given out and his knees had slammed against the side of the desk.

Seungcheol rushed over quickly to help him up and to sit on the desk. And you only let out a slight whine as Minghao pulled out of you before heading over to check on Soonyoung as well. Soonyoung was no worse for wear, as Seungcheol and Minghao crowded around him he gave them a pout.

“I feel too empty now,” he whined.

“That can be fixed,” You heard Seungcheol say to him as he pushed him gently back to the desk.

You shifted off the chair as Wonwoo came closer, pulled off his condom before rolling on a new one. He came close in front of you, hands landing on your hips.

“Do you need a little something more too?” He asked.

“I could use some more,” you grinned, pulling him to the couch. “I was so close.”

“So was I,” he murmured, sitting sideways on the couch. You climbed over him, straddling his hips and giving him a smile as you lined yourself up with his cock before slowly sinking down onto it.

“Oh fuck,” you breathed. He had to be bigger than you initially thought. His cock had you feeling so wonderfully full. You braced yourself on his shoulders, resting your forehead against his. “You feel so fucking good,” you breathed quietly.

“So do you,” he replied.

Even as Soonyoung started to moan from the desk as Seungcheol thrust into him slow and deep, you stayed still for the moment, enjoying the feeling of your cunt wrapped around Wonwoo’s cock. You let your breath even out, Wonwoo’s hands held your hips and he didn’t urge you to move. You both soaked in the moment, feeling a little as if you were in your own world.

Slowly, with your forehead still resting against Wonwoo’s, you started to grind your hips down. A quiet gasp fell off your lips and Wonwoo chased it with his own, low moan and a squeeze of your hips. The delicious feeling as you slowly moved your hips curled through your core, working you up again.

Wonwoo pressed the tip of his nose against yours as you let your hips move the way they wanted, trying to find the movements that felt the best. You listened to all of Wonwoo’s quiet sounds, now so close to you, some part of your mind wanting to find what he liked best as well.

“Now I’m kind of wondering why we didn’t do this sooner,” he murmured breathily.

“You were the one who wanted nothing to do with my seduction,” you chuckled.

“I’ve seen the light,” he giggled. “I’ve changed my mind. This is good.”

Your words were interrupted by a particularly loud moan from Soonyoung, one that both drew your attention and made you clench around Wonwoo, drawing out a moan of his own. You bit down on your lip as you looked over at Soonyoung. Seungcheol had him on his back on the desk, holding his legs, thighs hugged to his chest. Seungcheol was fucking into him, starting to let ouy moans of his own and Minghao was next to them, kissing Soonyoung’s neck with a hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it quickly.

Just watching the sight had yet another rush of arousal rushing through you and you started riding Wonwoo a little faster, grinding down on his cock more quickly and letting small moans fall from your lips as you met his gaze again.

Wonwoo had pulled his head back a little, he shook his hair back slightly and his gaze was heavily lidded as he regarded you. He was drinking you in as you rode him. You felt heat rushing through your body and to the surface of your skin at the expression he held, the look on his face as his eyes trailed down your chest to where you were taking his cock. Something in his gaze could have made you feel shy if you weren’t already so far gone.

Your eyes trailed to his lips, idly thinking about his last kiss while you started to move your hips a little differently, swirling your hips as you searched for just the right movement and feeling. Your own high was coming back into your brain as the coil inside you curled a little more tightly.

As you swirled your hips you felt Wonwoo’s nails dig into your sides as his head fell back.

“Do that again,” he breathed.

A small smirk tugged at your lips as you obliged, repeating the movement a little faster and trying to fall into a rhythm with it.

Wonwoo's mouth fell open in a series of moans that were growing louder and louder. You felt yourself clench hard around him as you took in the sight. His mouth hung open in a pretty round “o.” His hair fell just a little into his face, some of it stuck in the sheen of sweat over his skin. His eyes were screwed shut, brows furrowed and face twisting with pleasure. His chest heaved with heavy breaths and shuddered as he started to get closer to his own release.

You let your eyes trail down, taking in his toned chest that you were just now paying attention to. You kept one hand on his shoulder, the other trailed down, scratching lightly over the skin of his chest.

Wonwoo keened into your touch with a moan, trembling just a bit from how close he was. Your own edge was getting closer and closer, the coil curled tight again and you started to move faster, chasing after your own high as well.

Your own eyes fell shut and you took in the sensations of Wonwoo’s cock moving in you. Each of the sounds filling the room, Wonwoo’s lovely, loud moans, Soonyoung’s broken desperate cries, and Seungcheol’s low, rough groans, mixed in with yours and nearly made you dizzy, all of it making you more desperate.

You adjusted your legs before lifting yourself up and starting to fuck yourself on Wonwoo’s cock.

“Shit, don’t stop,” he moaned. “Please don’t stop.” His nails dug into your hips, urging you to keep up the quick pace.

“D-Don’t worry about that,” you managed to chuckle through panting and moans. You were too close again to want to stop. You felt yourself clenching around Wonwoo. Lewd sounds filled the space between you as you sunk down on his cock with your dripping cunt over and over. Wonwoo was breathing fast between his moans, his hips messily rocking and bucking up to meet you, making both of you moan and cry out.

Soonyoung let out a particularly needy, beautiful moan that had you clenching, nearly releasing around Wonwoo.

You heard him cursed quietly under his breath as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you against his chest and leaned back before bracing his legs and fucking up into you hard.

You let your head fall into his neck as you cried out at the feeling. Your own eyes screwed shut and you dug your nails into his back as you held onto him. His own moans came out unabashed and more desperate as he hips worked, chasing after his high roughly and fucking you dizzy.

Wonwoo let out a choked moan, squeezing you as he came into the condom. He stayed buried deep in you while his hips crashed back to the couch, his body shaking.

You pulled back enough to rest your forehead against his again as he leaned into you. Wonwoo started to catch his breath until you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Wonwoo sat up quickly, looking flustered and you felt heat rust to your face as embarrassment flooded your system, starting to stutter something out before you heard Soonyoung’s cry as he came, cum landing on his lower stomach and legs shaking as he gazed up at Seungcheol and Minghao, the former of which slowly pulled out of him.

You were quick to climb off of Wonwoo’s cock, wobbling your way over to the desk.

“Did you cum yet?” You asked Seungcheol, taking your mind off the awkward moment.

Seungcheol smirked at you. “Not yet. Why don’t you lay back on the desk?”

You did as he said, sparing a glance at Wonwoo who was now resting and catching his breath on the couch. Minghao was sitting into a chair and Soonyoung, who had gotten up, was moving towards him before straddling his lap.

Your attention came back to Seungcheol as he finished putting on a fresh condom and threw your legs up over his shoulders. You bit your lip, grinning up at him and wiggled your hips, eager to cum again and still so close and sensitive. He brought one hand to your hip and the other guided his cock into your heat.

The moan from your lips matched the groan that left his. A slow burn of pleasure ran through you as you stretched out around his cock. He brought his other hand to your hip before leaning down over you a little more, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips and heat in his gaze as he pulled his hips back before rolling into you, nice and deep.

You let out gasps at the feeling, eyelids already heavy and body so sensitive and needy from both Minghao and Wonwoo. You let your thoughts and feelings slip away from you, instead focusing every bit of your energy on the sensation of Seungcheol’s cock thrusting into you, giving you more pleasure with each roll of his hips.

“Don’t close those pretty eyes,” he murmured, bearing down over you. You felt one hand travel up from your hip until he fingers rested against your neck. You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze properly and giving him moans in response.

“Good job,” he purred.

You gave him a lopsided smile, eyes drinking in his intense gaze and it only added to the fire inside of you. His low groans, Soonyoung and Minghao’s pretty moans from the chair. And Wonwoo’s breath, still slowing after his release.

Seungcheol wrapped a hand around your throat gently and you whined pitifully for him. But it turned into a loud, broken moan as he pulled his hips back and slammed into you roughly, sending a shock of pleasure through you.

“Do you like that?” He teased, though clearly breathy and getting close himself.

“Fuck y-yes,” you stuttered. “P-Please~”

“You don’t even have to ask,” he grinned before pulling back and doing it again.

His thrusts came harder and soon faster as well. From the slow roll of his hips he was now properly fucking you. You reached out for anything, your hands finding the arm leading to the hand around your throat and you grabbed onto it, trying to keep your eyes locked on his.

Every one of your senses was alight. The sounds and smells around you were utterly dizzying and nearly overwhelming. You felt your thighs trembling as you gazed up at Seungcheol, unable to form anything other than a string of moans as the oh so close coil in your core curled tightly, so close to coming undone.

You tried to reach one of your own hands down between your legs but Seungcheol was faster. He pulled his hand from your neck and pressed his palm against your lower stomach before his thumb started to rub over your clit quickly and roughly.

“F-F-F” you couldn’t even manage one word at the sensation. Your legs started to squeeze together but it only made the feeling more intense. Your nails scratched against the desk and your back arched off the wood, now hot from the skin of your back. Seungcheol chased his high with quick, rough thrusts, rubbing your clit as fast as he could.

Finally your hips bucked up, only kept close enough for him to keep fucking you from his strength as you came hard on his cock. Your eyes rolled back and fingers tried to dug uselessly into the hard wood as spots dotted your vision and a tidal wave of pleasure washed over you. The cry that came from your lips was louder than anything else in the small cabin, nearly a scream as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Even as you came down he didn’t stop. His hand came back to your hip, spurred on by the feeling of your release and you let out broken moans, only barely noticing Minghao doing the same as he came. Whimpers left your lips at the feeling, almost overwhelming you but also feeling so good in your post orgasm haze.

You let out a series of messy moans, feeling drool slipping from the corner of your mouth and eyes unable to open as his hips slammed into you roughly. You were slightly more aware of Soonyoung’s muffled cry into Minghao’s neck as he came for a third time. But your attention came quickly back to Seungcheol as he let out a low growl that even in your state had you clenching around him.

Seungcheol’s hips stuttered to a stop inside you as he spilled his release into the condom. His chest heaved as he panted and there was a slight tremor in his legs as a series of groans fell off his lips until he quieted.

Seungcheol pulled out of you carefully before dropping back into the other chair, catching his breath. Wonwoo stepped next to the desk and gently helped you up to sitting. His hand landed on your back, rubbing it in what you were sure was an absentminded gesture. You leaned against him for support, noticing he had found his boxers and thrown them back on. You gazed around to Soonyoung who was resting against Minghao’s chest, still shaking slightly.

“So,” his voice was clearly tired and yet still mischievous. “When is round 2?”

“Never,” said Seungcheol, even though still breathless he gave Soonyoung a pointed look. “And if any of you tell anyone I’ll fire you.”

“Why are you looking at me?” He whined.

“You’re the gossip,” Minghao chuckled.

“You’re the only one who would blab.” you added.

“You too,” Seungcheol said to you.

“Hey, I’ve kept some secrets. You guys don’t know everything.”

Seungcheol fully relaxed back into his chair. “Good. Soonyoung, since I’m sure this was your idea you get to clean my office tomorrow.”

“I- yeah okay,” he mumbled.

“And if any of you break into my office again and start having sex I will be firing you. Understood?”

A chorus of “yeps” and “yes sirs” rang out around the room.

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wait what do you mean she sees auras

sssoooo. im SO sorry im going to use this to lay down all i know of my mom's "clairvoyance" stuff (because i have this thing about documenting our family) so it'll be super long. but tl;dr she sometimes sees light around people and sometimes those people die within a week of that.

this has happened like 5 times so far and she's about 50 so it's not a common occurrence at all. those 5 times, she's received news that someone in town died and my mom has said that she knew they were going to die because the last time she saw them she could see the person's aura, which she describes as a bright white light surrounding them. when i asked her to describe it she said this picture of me reminds her of those auras.

This has happened both with people she loves and with complete strangers. She says she doesn't know when it started, she thinks maybe she was able to see them when she was a child, but she didn't know what they were so she didn't pay much attention to them.

The first time she realized was when her grandmother died, my mother was in high school, the same day my mother saw her aura, she died. Then it happened with some lady she saw across the street and the next day the lady was dead and it turned out she was the mother of one of my mom's acquaintances and that's how she found out that that stranger had died.

Then it happened with a couple kids, which is extremely sad, but my mom is a teacher, she sees about 300 kids every day so to me it makes sense it would happen with kids too, even if I can't in a million years begin to imagine what she must've felt with those.

And then it happened with my dad's mom too.

My mom also has had some very detailed visions and tons of instances of "bad feelings" that materialize a day later as bad news in our lives. Though she also has this with good news and she says she's seen auras on people (including kids) that don't die the next day or week; so when it happens she tries not to immediately expect a death.

and now for the debunking asdfghjks no, i'm a hugely skeptical person but for some reason i believe her about this. however, i have to say, she does lie, constantly, like waaay more than average, for many reasons. also migraines are known to show auras, not around people but it could be that? she says she doesn't have migraines but she's known for minimizing her symptoms. and last but not least, our family is like the poster of generalized anxiety disorder all the way up to that grandma who died in the third paragraph, so we're kind of always waiting for bad stuff to happen. so, yeah, all of these might just be coincidences.

my mom also is an extremely religious catholic but she does not link religion to any of this, which i guess is why i believe her, in part. i at least believe that she's seeing what she's saying she's seeing. my sister has some stuff like the visions and feelings as well. i sometimes know big news hours before anyone tells me about it, but i choose to believe it's because i am very observant lol

anyways. if you wanna hear about one of the visions, or feelings, or the news i know hours in advance, or what my mom is like in an abandoned asylum, shoot me an ask :)

#sorry again about the poorly constructed essay on my mom's clairvoyance #but thank you so much for asking about this <3 #our family stuff is deeply connected to our latine culture and that's why i want to start documenting it even if its just bare facts like #this where you can't really see it lol #family history #replies #.

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not a coincidence or apolitical that she intentionally included this in her novel when shes very famous for being openly transphobic

A crime writer referencing legitimate behaviours of real criminals isn't somehow more of a statement than the reality of those behaviours. You're but presuming intent in this entire response.

youre not gonna convince me that an author who uses as much foreshadowing and puts as much thought as she does into her writing as she does wouldn't put that same thought into her pen name.

She explained the thought thoroughly. What you're not convinced of is that it isn't the malicious invention you prefer.

isnt your whole thing that trans women shouldnt be allowed into single sex shelters because women arent always comfortable if theres someone who was born a guy is in there? if i looked like a woman and was raped by a man why should it be my BEST option be in a mixed sex shelter? surprisingly trans women who need to go to rape or domestic violence shelters also might not wanna be in the same shelter with people who are the gender of their assaulter

Your premise was that Rowling financially supported legislation that "limits trans women from accessing rape and abuse centers for women", I corrected this with a direct citation from EHRC.

What you're responding now is an entirely different, albeit equally incorrect, premise, that is one, also already covered by my previous response, and two, emotionally manipulative, belittling the first scenario (the comfort of women) to bolster the latter (the comfort of a trans-identified man).

You evidently find this theoretical need of a trans-identified male to receive care in an environment free of non trans-identified males to be important, and yet the real, documented, expressively stated need of women to receive care in an environment free of males regardless of trans identification seems not only inconsequential to you, but an affront.

I reiterate there is no limitation as to what manner of resources trans people can request of their government or organize themselves, as women have done.

- read this by the mayo clinic, literally outright says they are generally safe and reversible if thats the unsourced part youre talking about.

An article by the Mayo clinic is hardly a robust retort to the medical research I provided.

This article's references are 2 of its own articles (self-referential), a review based on precisely the institutional standards criticised as insufficient in the systematic reviews I linked, and WPATH, whose clinical guidelines are also based on these standards, deemed insufficient by several systematic reviews, and also self-referential.

if the unsourced part youre saying is rowling talking about how hormone blockers harm trans kids:

No, it's the complete lack of sources for your statement claiming puberty blockers to be safe, effective and reversible, neither of which is supported by medical literature.

wow look at that! keep in mind she says theyre harming children but actually cis kids can get them over the counter and immediately if they start puberty a little early, just not trans kids

Yes, delaying abnormally precocious puberty it's the intended use of puberty blockers. The safety and effectiveness of this use has sufficient research support to have been approved by the FDA and similar governing bodies, which have not approved them for off-label uses such as for the treatment of dysphoria and/or other circumstances where precocious puberty isn't present, due to insufficient data on safety and effectiveness. I, again, provided ample evidence of this.

- your whole argument about the scotland thing can be boiled down to "well im an asshole yeah, but theres bigger assholes! so the fact im one shouldnt matter"

Actually, it was already boiled down to: "The public and financial support against independence was demonstrably larger regardless of Rowling's donation."

I gave two passing examples of celebrity endorsement to emphasise it wasn't exceptional of Rowling to be involved. You chose to fixate on that instead of my point.

where is that anywhere in here at all? they said the nazis burned books on trans healthcare and believed that there were only two sexes and she said that it was a fever dream and false.

She explains your first point in the very next prints you posted, we'll get to that. As to the "false and a fever dream" that is in relation to the second half of the accusation that she's "desperate to uphold nazi ideology".

heres MORE of that whole shitshow of an interaction on her part, notice the question marks by "first victims" and "all", thats because those weren't said anywhere.

Yes... exactly. What she said was that Nazis did not burn all of trans-related research, not that they did not burn it at all. Then she reiterated that she said "not all of" and expressed disbelief that this was spun into "at all". A disbelief I share right now.

and that random ass tweet? okay? good for rivkah ig?

That random tweet was a journalist retracting an accusation she could not substantiate, that of Rowling being a holocaust denier.

but what she DID do is say that nazis didnt burn books on trans healthcare

As you can see in her tweets you posted yourself, she didn't say that.

are you STILL not convinced? well fine i have one more for you!

No. "One more" of nothing is more nothing.

in said thread, they say trans people weren't a key target of nazi germany and that trans healthcare was invented by a champion of eugenics.

Both are correct.

lets start with the first one since it's easier. that's wrong. heres a wikipedia article on it

A Wikipedia article is not an acceptable direct source.

The entire introductory section is unsourced (it does not link to the table of references, therefore it's impossible to consult the sources of the claims).

Some of the claims are questionable at face value, such as constantly referring to Paragraphs 183 and 157 of Weimar legislation as being expressively related to trans individuals when they related to homosexual men. Transvestites and cross-dressers were not regarded as a discrete category; this is precisely what the thread Rowling links explains, and the article itself admits, albeit defensively:

In the terminology section scholars admit to retroactively, anachronistically apply modern terminology to their historical subjects based on presumptions, a crass breach of ethics and rigour in anthropological research.

second one, they are talking about magnus hirschfeld, who is widely credited for trans healthcare. they say he was a champion of eugenics and thats (kinda) false. not to say that he wasnt a believer in eugenics, he just wasnt a champion as he didnt believe in all of it. he was very anti racial eugenics and really only believed in it when it came to gay people.

Therefore, both statements are true (Hirschfeld was a pioneer of so called trans healthcare and was an eugenicist).

maybe she doesnt outright say that autistic people are trans because their friends are doing it,

No, she doesn't.

but it was an intentional choice to put those points together.

No, again, that's you presuming to know what she thinks and intends (by what she didn't say, this time).

this stuff isnt misinformation, easily and readily available online, and generally bad, so whats the point in defending her from it?

Yes, it is. You've offered nothing but hyperbolic misunderstandings and presumptions of (ill) intent. Therefore, the point in defending her from it.

one last thing though, why are you defending her after saying shes downplayed racism and been a nazi apologist?

I didn't say she's herself a Nazi apologist. Not only do you not seem to know what I'm referring to, you can't even seem to understand what I'm saying about it.

just those two things alone make her not a good person and speak volumes about her political beliefs so I genuinely dont get why youre being weird about just more criticism than those two things

It's one thing, that I mentioned. Everything else you provided is bollocks.

Does this one confirmed instance of racism make her not a good person? I wouldn't make this judgement on anybody's behalf but my own. If someone said this is sufficient for them to hate her I would understand, as in this case, it's true.

My reasoning, personally, is that I don't hold her nor anybody to such an idealised standard I don't expect to be profoundly disappointed on occasion.

Particularly in regards to racism, I temper my expectations accordingly, lest I be completely bereft of community, education and entertainment. Do you understand that? That if you scratch at the surface of nearly everybody in your general vicinity of interest there'll be racism, or sexism, or some sort of hideous expression of character?

It's just unrealistic and naïve to expect this degree of propriety and 'purity' out of anyone; analysing the severity, consistency, frequency and context of the fault in relation to the sum of their character is a more reasonable approach. And in this approach I find this fault of Rowling's not denouncing of her overall character.

wanna remind the jk rowling defenders that she's a bad person! i will not deny that shes done good, 500 refugees on the talibans kill list got saved cus of her and shes donated around 160 million pounds to charity. that is astounding and incredible. she also (and not mentioning her transphobic and acephobic tweets)

- wrote a whole ass book thats basically about a man pretending to be a woman going into womens bathrooms and murdering women using the name of a man who used electric shock conversion therapy on gay people (edit: i think he actually invented conversion therapy after looking into it)

- lobbied a lot of money to appeal a decision made on the definition of woman (reason why its bad: limits trans women from accessing rape and abuse centers for women, excludes them from sports, etc etc, i could go on) also heavily supports and advocates for not giving hormone blockers to people under 18 (these are reversible, safe and very often life saving, i have talked to a lot of people who would have killed themselves due to their dysphoria if they hadnt gotten some form of hrt)

- scotland. everything she did to scotland. the tldr is she donated over a million pounds to keep scotland a part of the uk, and the uk drains a lot of scotlands natural resources

- said they didnt kill trans people during the holocaust???? or burn books on trans healthcare?????

- heavily implied autistic people are unable to figure out their own identity without outside sources influencing them

- even elon musk told her to tone it down on the transphobia btw, absolutely hilarious

theres more, of course, but im done listing them. i see a lot of people saying all her charitable actions mean this stuff is irrelevant, i just saw a take that said we have to consider her to be a good person because of the good shes done and just ignore the bad.

let me ask you this then, can we excuse elon musk? can we call him a great guy?

yeah hes a terrible person, an absent father, abusive, transphobic, racist, homophobic, sexist, and i could go on, but hes donated millions of liquidated money to charity, billions in stocks, pioneered both reusable rockets in space travel and electric vehicles, and is the reason why like half the people who live in remote areas have an internet connection.

do THESE charitable actions excuse him? im not saying musk is better, he's definitely worse, not only that but he's richer and a man, so he has more power than rowling to continue to do these terrible things, hes even a part of the american government now. he's also not smart enough to hide his bigotry behind implications and a pretending-to-be radically leftist ideology and theres a lot more damage you can do by being outwardly a bad person.

the comparison is obviously stupid, musk's charity work doesn't excuse helping to set queer rights back by decades or his weird autism stuff or him hanging out with nazis or him supporting Israel or him actively advocating for nazi ideology, but jk rowling is doing the same fucking thing and its okay because shes done charity work?

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