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Smoke And A Light

Summary: When you're forced to remain a resident of the Slendermansion, hearing tales of the outside world is riveting. So, when Clockwork brings back some souvenirs, you couldn't possibly pass them up.

Characters: Clockwork x Female Reader

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Jealousy, weed, smoking, sex while high, vaginal, oral, vaginal fingering, sex with toys, dildos, strap-on sex, teasing, new experiences

Words: 8.2k

“Was it really that fun?” You chirped.

Clockwork leaned against the counter of the kitchen island, boots kicking the side of the stool she perched on as she took another drink from her coffee mug. She wasn’t a resident of the mansion; she wasn’t a resident of any mansion as far as you knew. The dirty blonde called herself a ‘drifter’, always bouncing between towns and interstates with her Jeep, but never rooted in one place for too long. However, most of her closest acquaintances resided at the Slendermansion, so it just so happened to be where she spent most of her downtime.

“It was odd… but good?” She smiled awkwardly, tapping her knuckles against the ceramic mug nicely decorated with doodles Sally had made. She tugged at the sleeve of her white tank top, the fabric dirty and frail, but notably bringing out the brightness of her pupil. You were getting better about keeping contact with her right eye, subconsciously finding it rude to stare at the clockface nestled into her left socket.

Somehow, your conversation had dipped on Clockwork’s latest excursion to the south, farther into the Appalachian than you were familiar with. She talked about the nightlife music festivals in Tennessee and Alabama, the older folk songs they paired with raving strobe lights, and how it just worked. You could barely imagine it, but then again, you hadn’t really been in with society in quite some time.

As long as you had been living in the mansion, which had been quite some time now, Clockwork was always on the move. Much like Sally, you had been brought here very young and grown up around this atmosphere and losing track of how the rest of the world was going. You were in charge of minuscule tasks, wasting away behind these walls with random assignments Slender could throw at you. While you were forced to stay and help with missions assigned to the proxies, she got to roam wherever she wanted. To say you were jealous was an understatement. If there was a chance you were going to get to hear firsthand about the rest of the world, you were going to take it… no matter how much it tired her out.

“So, you just smoked some weird plant and everything started spinning? Was it scary?” You leaned forward, crowding Clockwork’s space and tilting your head, curious as ever. She just laughed, somehow never becoming annoyed with just how excitable you could get, always keeping that cool demeanor you admired so much. She leaned in, nudging her knuckles against your arm and rubbing the skin softly.

“Well, it was a little more than that, but, sure. I brought some back with me. Stuff’s pretty expensive though…” She huffed, gulping the rest of her coffee down and sliding the mug away. You followed as she stood from the counter, her one good eye trailing to look outside. You followed her gaze, groaning when you caught Toby and Jeff sitting on the front porch steps and chatting away. You knew of Clockwork’s history with the brunette, their on-again off-again relationship becoming a constant wall in your quality time with the girl before she inevitably left for the road once more.

You went to interject, to try and come up with another topic or question to stop her from going to talk to him, but you already heard your name being called.

“[Y/N]! Come help with this, will ya?” Ben mosied from the hallway, looping into the mansion’s kitchen and catching you mid-interjection. He was holding some box of files and reports, surely incident records from the proxies you would need to take care of. You groaned as she shuffled to your side.

Clockwork was reaching for her Carhartt jacket, her hands reaching to brush her long hair out onto her shoulders while she turned back to you. The look of disappointment was evident, but she smiled sweetly anyway, inviting as ever. You didn’t want her to leave.

“Listen, I’m gonna chat with the guys for a little bit. Come find me later tonight. I’ll show you what we were talking about.” With that, she turned to the screen door and tugged it open, disappearing onto the porch and out of your eyesight as Ben nudged your attention back.

“What’s that about?” He smirked, static ringing with his words as you huffed, snagging the box from his arms and trailing down the hallway. “Nothing. Just help me with this.”

Ben floated down the hallway behind you, humming absentmindedly as you took one final glance back towards the window. Toby was already shoulder-to-shoulder with Clockwork, her laughs ringing into the house as you felt your time chipping away.

After a headachingly long splay of all the missing person’s reports and incident retellings, you finally sorted everything out and filed completely. Of course, Ben didn’t help a bit, more focused on his ability to play his Gameboy floating upside down than anything.

But you were finished. It was well into the evening now, the sun setting along the ridge of trees and rippling on the lake water nearby. You pressed through the screen door, no one was left on the front porch, but a very ominous thumping sound from somewhere in the distance. Your breath fogged in front of you, the chill of late Autumn slowly creeping on the mansion. You followed, trailing away from the porch and along to the side where the carport sat.

“Guys?” You called out, the thumping growing louder the further you trailed into the opening beside the mansion, searching for the source. EJ’s truck and Hoodie’s car parked in the ankle-tall grass, your steps cautious as you spotted Clockwork’s Jeep several feet away, the thumping becoming mostly clear. The vehicle was nestled between a lot of trees, brown and orange leaves blowing gently overhead. You noticed the headlights were on, and figures moving around behind the tinted glass. They were in there.

Jogging over to the vehicle, you recognized the thumping as the bass of songs cranked way too loud, the music blasting from the speakers inside. You rounded to the door behind the driver’s, knocking on the glass and waiting expectantly.

The door popped open, the music ringing clear as some Foo Fighters song. You also noted the way smoke faintly poured from the opening, blowing into your face as Clockwork popped her head out. “[Y/N]!” She smiled, her tone just a little more chipper than you were used to. She reached a hand out, clasping with yours and tugging you into the back seat of her Jeep along with the rest of the unseeming group.

You crammed your way in, ducking into the back seat as you realized she had converted the interior of the vehicle for her travels. The backseats were laid down, a blowup mattress inflated into the truck as her bed, blankets and pillows littered around. Fairy lights and tealight candles strung from the ceiling, offering a nice ambiance as smoke clouded inside. It was cozy for one person, but with Toby and Jeff also laid out, it was a little cramped.

“Where’ve you been, angel?” You halted at the new nickname, smiling as you fully climbed inside. Clockwork shut the back door, leaning back into the pillows she had propped behind her and patting the space across from herself. You obliged, nestling into the opposite corner and nodding to the boys who were mid-conversation themselves. You noted their odd expressions, the laziness in their eyes, and the calmness that neither one of them usually sported. It was odd to see Jeff without a scowl on his face.

“Sorry. Slender had me working on some cover-story stuff�� boring.” You chuckled awkwardly, trying to find a comfortable sitting position in the closeness of everyone. It was then you noted the odd smell too, the sour stoutness of the smoke wafting in the Jeep, a scent you couldn't quite recognize. Clockwork smiled, “Sure sounds boring. It’ll be good for you to chill with us.” You nodded eagerly, the headache you had slowly dissipated with every inhale of the mysterious smoke. You noticed the way her good eye tinted red, bloodshot veins popping around the rim of her eye and making you cringe. Both Toby's and Jeff’s eyes were bloodshot too…

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen [Y/N] chill a day in her life…” Jeff smiled lazily, elbowing Toby who answered with a scratchy giggle. Clockwork kicked at them, rolling her eyes playfully as she tugged you closer to her side. “Well, she’s going to today. Ain’t that right?” You nodded as she laughed, leaning to grab something from the passenger seat.

Her backpack was full of clutter, her hand rummaging around until she grasped what she was looking for. She tugged out a glass mason jar, little rolled-up objects sliding around as she held it up, the boys hollering their excitement. You were confused, trying to see what they were as Clockwork unscrewed the top and shuffled one out, presenting it before you.

“Uhm… what is it…” You laughed shyly, Jeff leaning forward to snag it from your palms.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve never smoked a blunt before…” He teased, Toby leaning forward to tug a lighter from his jacket pocket and offer it to the killer, the brunette practically sitting in his lap as he watched the flame smolder against the bud. You realized where the stout smell was coming from as smoke wafted from the blunt, the story Clockwork was telling you earlier in the day coming together. So this is what she smoked… That also meant this was very well their second or third blunt, no telling how high they all were or wanted to be.

Toby slipped the smoldering bud from Jeff’s fingers the minute to flipped the lighter closed, popping the end between his lips and taking a deep inhale. Jeff leaned close, pressing his cheek against the boy’s and tugging it into his own when Toby let go, inhaling the same. You studied them, taking note of how they went about smoking the plant to make sure you didn’t embarrass yourself.

You glanced to Clockwork, her own lighter sparking up as she popped a cigarette into her mouth, lighting the end. You nudged her, a questioning look on your face.

“Are you not going to?” You hesitated as she inhaled, puffing the smoke past her lips and in the boy’s direction with a smile. She shook her head, holding the cigarette between her fingers as smoke surrounded the two of you, encasing everyone in the vehicle as the music thumped from the speakers.

“Nah, I already got my fill. Gonna let these idiots enjoy it. It’s not often they get to smoke without Slender on their asses.” You glanced back to the boys carelessly lounging against each other as they passed the blunt back and forth, minds swirled with the sourness of the weed. You smiled, glancing back to Clockwork dishing out another and handing it to you, lighter flipped in the other hand. “Go ahead, try it.”

You nervously took the bud, fidgeting it between your fingers as she guided the end to your lips. You held the blunt there, Clockwork flipping her lighter on and pressing the flame to the end, the roll smoldering before you. It was hard not to note the way she stared at you as she helped you, two fingers slipped under your chin as you let yourself stare back. When she was satisfied, she flipped the lighter closed, tugging back into her comfortable position as smoke began to swirl around you.

“Now, inhale. Let it sit in your lungs for a second, then blow it back out.” Her voice was scratchy but soothing, the roughness of her usual demeanor nowhere to be found as you followed her instructions the best you could. You tried to remember how you watched the boys do it, breathing deep as the tip of the blunt lit up, soaking down into your lungs. You held it there, stalling your breath as it burned, throat tightening as you quickly exhaled back again.

Smoke blew from your lips, and a fit of coughs soon followed as Clockwork patted your back. You sucked fresh air in, lungs burning from the weed as Jeff and Toby laughed obnoxiously across from you.

“Hey, that wasn’t bad! Not such a big inhale next time, okay?” Clockwork rubbed your shoulders, offering you a water bottle from the front seat of her Jeep as you finally caught your breath, sinking back into the pillows behind you. You let yourself take one more small hit, passing the blunt to an eager Toby who had no problem with finishing the rest. There was no telling what was enjoyable about that, or why the three of them were so excited, but you ruled that was enough for you.

Conversation bubbled, Clockwork quickly occupied Jeff and Toby’s muddled brains with her latest retellings of the concerts and festivals she had attended. You listened closely, wrapping a blanket around your crossed legs and smiling when the boys nudged their way beside you to get underneath as well, legs wrapping together as sour smoke and loud music filled your senses.

But eventually, it became muddled. Like the music was becoming distant or muffled, farther away than you remembered it being.

Before you could dwell on it, sensations rose, odd feelings and reactions you found intriguing. Where the boy’s legs tangled with yours, they felt tingly, like you could feel every part of their skin that touched yours. The sensation was overwhelming, but not nearly as much as trying to focus on every word that poured from Clockwork’s mouth. Suddenly, she was speaking too fast, words slurring as you tried to blink the dizziness away. What in the world was happening..?

But it just felt so warm, so comfortable lying against Toby and Jeff, your arms wrapping around their shoulders as Clockwork began to laugh and say something about it finally hitting you. You just laughed too, you weren’t sure why, but just seeing her smile was enough to make you as well. The boys laughed too, a swirl of dizziness and warmth pooling across your face as you drank in the atmosphere. Was this what being high was like?

Clockwork began talking again, flicking the last of her cigarette into her ashtray and reaching for a water bottle, starting a new story again. You didn’t know what she was saying, but suddenly you really wanted to lay with her, to be beside her. You didn’t even realize your body was moving until she was wrapping her arms around you.

“Hi, angel.” She smiled, your head lying in her lap as she brushed the hair from your face. The sensation felt so tingly, your eyes fluttering closed as you listened to the slur of her words and the brush of her fingers against your skin. Everything just seemed so heightened, felt so good… You never wanted to leave this moment. Especially not with the girl you idolized so much right here with you.

She was just so cool. You found yourself in awe of just how strong and steady she seemed to always be, always knowing exactly what she wanted out of life. You couldn’t get enough. You craved to be like that.

“Y’all guh- gonna kiss, or wh- what…” Toby chuckled, elbowing Jeff who laughed just a little too loud. Clockwork visibly tensed above you, halting her fingers across your skin and eyeing the boy. “Toby.” Her voice was still playful, but the hint of seriousness didn’t go unnoticed. You watched her face, mind now racing with the idea and playing clear pictures in your mind. Do I want to kiss her..?

The thought had never passed you before, but then again, you had never been offered it before. To you, Clockwork was an idol, an ideal version of who you wished to be. You had never contemplated anything more… until now.

“Are we?” You slurred the words out before you could really stop them, leaning up onto your elbows as you watched her expression twist to confusion. Jeff and Toby’s laughter fell silent, watching intently as you held eye contact, trying to read whatever she was thinking. Music thumped, the tension of the silence making your eyes nervously flicker back and forth.

“Do you want to...?” Clockwork shrugged, shifting her sitting position to face you, her cheeks notability growing a shade darker than before. You paused, contemplating. There was no tinge of nervousness behind you, the false courage brought in by your high suprinsing even yourself as you nodded. Even when nervous, she still just looked so cool.

The moments in between were quick, silent tension slowly fading as you both leaned forward. Was Clockwork even high? Were you even still high? You couldn’t think further as you felt her hands slide to rest against the sides of your face, your arms wrapping around her back as she pressed her lips against yours. You both gasped into the kiss, slowly tightening your grip against each other as the rest of the atmosphere faded. Your consciousness only registered this kiss, your eager but curious lips melting into hers as your mind flooded, dizziness and drowsy exhaustion tugging at your movements. This was really happening…

Clockwork tugged back before you wanted to be done, your head leaning to chase her kiss as you blinked your eyes open. You were both panting, her hands still cupped around your cheeks as she stared down at you, mentally registering what had just happened.

“That was hot.” Toby hummed, Jeff nodding along as they gripped the blanket tighter.

Clockwork groaned, letting off of you as she tugged the blanket and pillows from their arms, reaching to pop the back door of the Jeep open.

“Alright boys, shows over. Go to bed.” The night air flooded the vehicle, smoke swooping out into the wind as the two exasperatingly climbed out, mumbling their annoyance of wanting to see more. You sat back, combing over what had just happened and reaching for the water bottle you were handed earlier, nervously taking sips.

Clockwork shut the door, sighing as she leaned back into the pillows and swiped her hands over her face, groaning. You wanted to apologize, the haziness of the weed finally seeping its last wave over you as the tension bubbled, silence the only thing between you.

“I’m sorry…” You grit, picking at your fingers as Clockwork looks up at you, smiling.

“For?” She was beginning to lean forward again, the nervousness you should've been feeling earlier finally rousing in your gut. At least, that’s what you thought it was. You weren’t expecting the tears to pool in your eyes and drip down your cheeks. And you definitely weren’t expecting the words to bubble out so suddenly.

“I’m sorry for kissing you in front of Toby…” You hiccuped, swiping the tears from your eyes as more pooled, Clockwork immediately pressing towards you. “I know you two are… are a thing… I’m sorry…” Evidently, your high had not worn off.

“Angel…” Clockwork shushed you, reaching to wipe the tears from your eyes and brush the stray hairs from your face. She cupped your cheeks to look at her, concern lacing her expression as you tried to stop your whining. “What are you talking about..?” She laughed awkwardly.

You leaned into her touch, trying to gauge her tone as you took deep breaths. “Like, aren’t you and Toby dating… I’m sorry…” The tears welled again, but rough fingers were quick to swipe them away. “[Y/N], Toby and I haven’t been together in a long time.”

You watched her face for any sign of a joke, shaky breaths steadying out when you couldn’t find any. She just smiled that same sympathetic smile she always gave you, your cheeks heating up again. You reached to cup her hands on your cheeks, making sure she wouldn’t pull away. “Really?”

“Really.”

You both sat in the silence, your head spinning from the exhaustion of your crying, but Clockwork was sure to let you lean on her. She tugged you close, leaning back into the pillows and scooping your head to lay next to hers. She reached back to grip the dial of the radio and turn the music down, a soft thump ringing as the fairy lights twinkled overhead. You just now noticed how mesmerizing they were, only breaking your trance when you felt the same rough fingers tracing your cheekbones.

You glanced beside you, Clockwork’s face suddenly a lot closer than you remembered it being. “Why’re you so worried about me and Toby?” She teased, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You had always known Clockwork was a strong girl. Not just mentally, but physically. Being this close, you could see every indent of muscle on her shoulders and arms, her bicep tensing as she leaned closer to you. It was mesmerizing the way you suddenly realized her stature swallowed you whole. Not to mention the way her abs teased from the way her tank top rode up her abdomen.

“[Y/N]…” Clockwork cooed. Shit, you were staring. You shook your head, forcing your eyes to meet with hers again.

“I wasn’t worried… I’m not- Just-”

“Worried enough to cry… but kiss me anyway?”

She was throwing you for a loop now, probing your hazy brain for an answer you didn’t know she wanted. You groaned, clasping your hands over your face and trying to shrivel away. “I don’t know…”

“Well, maybe we need to find out, then.” You peeked from behind your fingers, Clockwork’s smug expression filling your vision as she tugged your hands down, wrapping her fingers with your own. You were tense, unsure how to move or what to say, but trying your best not to make a further fool of yourself.

Jealousy, idolization, a crush…? You wanted to contemplate it, you wanted to talk it over so there wasn’t any room for awkwardness. You waited desperately for the days she would come and visit, buying your time with every second she stayed until inevitably left you behind again. It wasn’t her fault, she was living her life.

But what if you wanted that life too…?

What if…

Soon your vision was invaded by her, rough hands cupping the sides of your cheeks to draw you closer as your lips pressed firm. You gasped into the kiss, tilting your head to sink further into her grasp as you wrapped your arms behind her back. Nails dug into the fabric of her tank top, stretching the cloth and pushing her closer to you, lips swiping across the other.

Clockwork was groaning, the remaining dizziness of the weed swirling overhead and seeping into every touch she gave you. It was intoxicating. You felt like you couldn’t get close enough, like no matter how close you pulled her she was still too far away. You let your tongue slip past her lips, false courage giving you a boost.

The dirty blonde obliged, letting her tongue swirl with yours as she trailed her hands down to your sides. She hooked her fingers into the belt loops of your jeans, tugging you up off of your knees.

“C’mere…” She grumbled against your kisses, pulling you to swing your leg over her thighs and straddle her hips. You sunk back into her, wrapping your arms around her neck and gliding your tongue along the warmth of her mouth. You couldn’t get enough, drinking in her smell and her taste, suffocating in it. It was almost better than getting high. Wait-

You pushed back off of her shoulders, disconnecting your mouths and leaving you both itching for more.

“Wait. This is wrong. We’re both high, and you’re definitely going to regret this and I-” The words jumbled out quickly, Clockwork knotting her brow as she clamped a palm over your puffy lips to silence your panic.

“[Y/N], I’m not high. Maybe a little sleepy, but definitely not high.”

You still kept her back, elbows braced as you forced yourself not to stare at her lips. “So… you want to kiss me? You’re not just doing it 'cause you’re high?” Clockwork was laughing again, letting her fingers rub against your hips as you waited patiently for her answer, unsure why she was finding it so funny.

“I told you, I’m not high. Besides, why do you think I keep coming to see you if I don’t like you enough to kiss you?” Your thoughts were mush, pieces not connecting the way they should’ve been. Maybe you weren’t as sober as you thought… but at least she was there to take care of you.

You did catch the way she smiled though, brushing the hair off of your face and rubbing at your sides. And the way she said she liked you.

“Do you… like-like me? Or just friend-like me…?”

“Just kiss me, [Y/N].”

Your back was being pushed into the blow-up mattress as Clockwork’s lips pressed against yours again. You melted again, brain entering that fuzzy state where the only thing you could register was how good you felt. She towered over you, your eyes peeking open to catch glances of the way her shoulder muscles strained above you, or the way her biceps flexed when she scooped your leg to wrap around her waist. You clung on, surprised at the sensation when she pressed her hips down, friction rutting against the crotch of your jeans.

“Ah- Jeez-” You whined when her lips dipped further along your jaw, wet kisses planted along your neck and collarbones. She was a lot more eager than before, hunger sweeping over you both as you let your hands tangle into her shaggy hair. Every press of her lips or grip of her hands was doubled in sensation, tingles and chills sweeping through your body and writhing for more. “Feels good…”

Clockwork nibbled at your shoulders, tugging the collar of your shirt aside to suck on the bare skin. She smiled at your whines, grinding her hips lower to bump the stretch of your jeans against your clit. The sensation made your back shoot off the mattress, fingers digging into her shoulders to stabilize yourself.

“Again- Do that again-” You whined out, wrapping your legs around her waist to roll your hips, searching for that same sensation. Clockwork obliged, her hands planted on either side of your head as she raised up to carefully angle her hips against yours.

She rolled them down, the crotch of her jeans roughly gliding on yours and bumping your clothed clits together. You moaned, hands wrapping around her shoulders as you watched, trying your best to meet her every movement and catch that feeling. You whined when she stopped, pouting your lip before you felt warm hands slinking up into your shirt.

“Been waiting on you to fess up for a long time now, angel. It was pretty hard trying to act like I couldn’t tell you were obsessed with me.” She spoke between kisses on your cheek, tugging your back off the mattress to slide your shirt over your head and to the side. “Hard to not miss you, too.” You leaned into her touches, chasing the warmth as her words muddled your thoughts. You couldn’t get enough of looking at her, the fairy lights overhead blinding you slightly, but Clockwork’s frame covering you soothingly.

“Keep doin’ that thing-” You smiled, pushing your hips up in a desperate attempt to create that wonderful sensation again, your clit already throbbing. The dirty blonde grinned above you, leaning back onto her knees to slide her tank top off, her sports bra contorting against her strong build in the most mouth-watering way. “Anything for you, angel.”

Your jeans were being unbuttoned as you reached for her again, tugging her close to steal quick kisses as she worked on tugging your pants down your thighs. Your heart was beating so fast, excitement pumping through to your fingertips when she finally tugged the fabric off of your ankles. Despite the cramped backseat of the Jeep, you felt so free, so comfortable to hold and touch the girl you idolized so dearly. And she was touching you, and you couldn’t get enough.

Clockwork tugged her own jeans off of her legs, sliding the stray clothes to the side as she readjusted her boxer briefs. Jesus, even the underwear she wore was cool. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of her belly button piercing, the small silver ball complimenting her toned stomach wonderfully. She tugged your hips over hers, kneeling between your spread legs as she slid her hands across your excited body. Every touch was electrifying, goosebumps rising wherever her fingernails scraped your skin.

You waited expectantly, trying your best not to seem restless as Clockwork leaned back to grab the glass mason jar from the front seat. You watched cautiously as she fished another blunt out, eyeing you carefully while she popped the roll between her lips and reached for her lighter in the back pocket of her jeans. Once again the sour smell of weed filled your senses, mind already swaying as Clockwork inhaled deeply before leaning back down over you.

Grabbing your jaw, she pressed your lips open with her thumb and steadied herself back into a kiss. You sighed as she pressed firm against you, taking a long exhale into your kiss and passing the smoke into your lungs. You tried your best to inhale, breathing deeply as the sour taste wafted through your windpipe. There was no helping when you began to cough, though.

“Easy… deep breathes…” She cooed, leaning back to take another hit off of the blunt before flicking ashes into the nearby ashtray. Clockwork handled you so carefully, making sure you didn’t get choked as you exhaled, blowing the smoke up into the air. “Atta’ girl…” She smiled, passing the bud between your fingertips as she began to slink down your abdomen.

“I thought you weren’t getting high-” You awkwardly shifted with her, spreading your legs to fit around her shoulders.

“Changed my mind. You’re gonna wanna feel this too…” She pushed your hand back to your mouth, beckoning you to take another hit of the smoldering plant. You did, not ignoring the way Clockwork’s cheeks darkened as you blew the smoke in her direction, smiling coyly. “Feel what?”

The familiar haziness fogging your brain was coming back, senses heightening slowly as Clockwork slipped your panties down your thighs and with the rest of the discarded clothes. You stalled, body burning up as she kissed along your hips and thighs, pecking at the skin just close enough to make you squirm. “Cumming when you’re high is heavenly. I think you ‘oughta try it out…”

She kissed right on the puffy lips of your cunt, drawing her hands between your thighs to spread them further. You shuddered, heavy eyes watching as Clockwork stared up at you, her one good eye already becoming bloodshot. Her tongue takes a long, achingly good stripe between your folds, soaking up your dripping arousal as you gasp, stomach clenching. “Mmn- So wet already…”

Your knees jerked as she flicked her tongue across your clit, letting your head fall back into the mattress with a groan. “F- Fuck…” It all felt so tingly, so electrifying as she dove her tongue between your puffy lips again. Your high was setting in again, the feeling of her tongue slowly pushing past the tight muscle of your entrance enhanced to feel so nauseatingly good. She was drinking every inch of you up.

“Feel good, angel? You taste amazing…” She mumbled against you, running her tongue to lap up your juices before centering on your clit again. You whined when she sucked the nub, static shooting through your abdomen and arching your back off of the makeshift bed. “Y- Yeah-” You give such a harsh pull on her soft strands, it has her leering up at you with a dragged-out groan. “Need more- Ah!”

Clockwork answers with a stout suck on your clit, delving deeper to press her tongue inside your gummy cunt once again. Your fingers of your free hand grip her hair tightly, stuttering your hips to get her deeper- closer- You almost scream out when you feel a thumb press onto your aching nub.

You’re writhing, barely able to hold the blunt in your opposite hand from how much your body is aching for release. Every movement of her tongue and fingers is sending you reeling, gasping for air as pulses of arousal reach every nerve ending. “You’re so close, pretty girl. Come on, come on-”

A rough pass of her thumb back and forth across your clit has you straining, cunt clenching down so intensely you dig your head into the plushness of the mattress. It feels like you’ve exploded, cunt twitching and aching so good you can barely see the fairy lights overhead. Clockwork rides you through, leaving her arousal-soaked tongue inside to lap up every inch of your crumbling ecstasy. She’s pushing back, practically moaning at how tight you’re tugging her hair.

The pounding in your head subsided when she finally let off, pressing her fingers to spread your soaked lips and view just how aroused you were. You were practically dripping. It was so violent - so dragged out, like no orgasm you’ve ever had before. She snatched the blunt from your wobbly fingers, popping the end between her lips and taking a hearty drag before handing it back to you.

Clockwork’s above you again, panting desperately as she clasps down on your neck, breathing deep as she leaves chaste kisses and bites along the stretch of skin. “Look so pretty when you cum, y’know?” You’re dizzy, legs spread around her hips and hands wrapping around her shoulder blades to claw for more. “Wanna help- Need- need you to-”

“No. Gotta show you all the best feelings, alright?” She sounded so much more intense, so in charge, as she pushed off of you. Being high made you hazy and aloof, but it made Clockwork rough and dominant. There was no fighting her intentions as you tried to calm your still-dizzy aftershock. She moved so hungrily, so eager to please.

Her hands were in her bag again, pushing junk around until she hauled out a smaller baggie, the drawstrings cinched. “Got this a bit ago- You’re gonna love it.”

You nearly cried when she tugged out a thick, realistic-shaped dildo. You sat up, nervousness ticking through your body as you watched her fish for something else in the bag too.

“Wanna try?”

You were nodding before you even realized it, Clockwork fishing a small bottle of lube from the bag and discarding the rest, something else clearly inside. You let her hands push you back against the mattress, prying her hands between your tired thighs and massaging your sensitive skin. You took another hit of the blunt, the sourness soaking in and calming your chattering nerves before you tossed the smoldering roll onto the ashtray.

But they started right back up again when Clockwork reached to unclasp your bra, pulling the fabric off of your tits and instantly latching onto your nipples. You whined, tangling fingers into her hair and tugging her up, pulling her to your stuttering lips. “Wanna feel it-”

Clockwork smiled her eagerness as she leaned off of you, tugging her own bra over her head and reaching for the dildo again. You gaped at her, the pure eagerness she held as you heard the lube bottle cap pop open, Clockwork careful not to drip any as she let the liquid trail down the erotic toy. You tried to keep your breathing steady, watching carefully as she moved the bottle from the toy over to your whiny cunt, letting the liquid droop down between your folds. You gasped, the cold feeling making chills spread as she leaned close again. “Can’t wait to taste you on this thing…” She sneered, kissing the tip of the toy so teasingly you shuddered.

“Please-” Clockwork’s sharp canines tugged at your bottom lip, you moaning into the messy clash of the kiss as you felt the cold silicone slap gently against your folds. “Please- fuck m’burning up-” You choke, angling your hips to try and press the head inside. There was nothing you wanted more, cunt clinging and crying for stimuli again until Clockwork was laughing against you. “So whiny…” She nicked a kiss against your shoulder.

You glanced down through heavy eyelids, the dildo sitting so heavily sandwiched between your swollen folds and just teasing to be slid inside. The silicone glistened with the lube, your lips pouting when you angled your hips further to slide inside, only for Clockwork to tug it back. You whined, her kisses along your neck halting as she breathed against your ear. “Easy, pretty girl, let me handle it.”

She was pushing your back up, sliding behind you, and tugging you into her lap, her strong arms wrapping around your torso. “Lay back, angel… Spread your legs for me…” She was coaxing your every move, pulling your knees back to angle the toy at your willing cunt. You were practically vibrating, arms reaching back to grasp onto her shoulders as she began to push.

“Yes-” Before Clockwork could tease you anymore, she was giving a slow, nauseating slide into your cunt. And then you couldn’t breathe- you couldn’t manage anything but a desperate moan. Pressing your shoulders back into her chest, she let the slick toy stretch you open. The push against your entrance had you mewling, senses heightened to a dangerous degree as your head pounded between your ears. The girth slid in, pressing against your velvety walls and finding your arousal clamping down. “Oh-” Clockwork’s gasping when she finally got the hilt of the toy to slap against your folds, bottoming out inside of you and leaving your head spinning. You felt so full, so incredibly stretched. It wasn’t like normal, your high was making it feel like every twitch of your cunt could wrack your body.

You tried to glance back at her, your heavy eyelids making your vision blurry as she began to move, her arm straining to tug the toy from the tight ring of your entrance and push it back in. “There we go… Feel it out…” She nibbled against your earlobe, wet kisses soaking into your skin as sweat beaded on your forehead, your body aching. The push was numbing, every jostle of the toy in and out leaving you strained for more, body pleading to go faster.

“Wanna- Wanna feel you-” Your nails were digging into her shoulders, hips stuttering to plow deeper, Clockwork driving her arm as fast as she could. “Fuck- Alright, alright-”

She gave one last drive of the toy, gripping your hand to reach down and hold it there as she slid out from behind you, laying you down. You whined, confused and desperate to have her back on you again, beginning to lean up until you saw her reach for the baggie again.

“Hold on, angel. Keep stretchin’ yourself, alright?” She looked so hazy, her cheeks dark and eye bloodshot as you obliged, leaning back on your elbow to slowly tug the toy in and out. You felt so light now, dizzily fucking yourself as Clockwork tugged what looked like a belt out of the baggie, your confusion evident.

She unclipped the straps, tugging her boxer briefs down and strapping it around her muscled thighs. You halted your movements, leaning up to watch as she snugged the fabric around, positioning it how she needed it as she reached for the toy between your thighs.

“Lay back…” She coaxed as she slotted the toy into the holster in the fabric, snugging it down to look like she was sporting her own cock. You smiled, suddenly finding the sight very funny as you leaned forward, resting your hands on her shoulders.

Clockwork sat back into the pillows, confusion striking her features and she stroked the toy, her intentions set on fucking you. You couldn’t help but want more though, turning around to lean back, the toy sliding between your thighs as you sat back on her lap. “Fuck…” Clockwork groaned, hands gripping your hips to tug you back.

You gripped the toy, your cunt throbbing as you pushed the head against your entrance, sitting back to let it slide in the same aching way as before. “Ah-” Your knees dug into the mattress, hands resting atop Clockwork’s as the silicone spread your entrance, the familiar stretch making you smile. Your jaw went slack, puffy lips holding open as your ass pressed back against strong hips. You tried not to stutter as you felt the hilt again, Clockwork huffing her arousal behind you.

“Looks so good, angel. Fuck my cock, just like that…” She smiled, leaning forward to nip your shoulder again, chills filling you. You were bouncing back, hips bumping with electric slaps as you rode back on the dildo. It was reaching deeper now, every inch schlicking further than before as you fucked your fack onto the length. You felt so dizzy, so cockdrunk as Clockwork groaned into your shoulder, moaning every time you did.

A snap of your hips told you she was feeling it too, the toy hilt grinding down onto her clit with every slap back, practically fucking you both. You let your jaw go slack, reaching back to wrap your fingers around the straps on her thighs, tugging them closer. Clockwork followed, snapping her hips to push into you every time you sat back, meeting your thrusts.

“Sh-Shit-” You felt your gummy walls clamping, straining to keep the toy as deep inside as she could fuck into you, arching your back sinfully to get it deeper.

Clockwork’s moan made you flinch, her forehead falling against your shoulder as she reached around, pushing your ass off abruptly as she fiddled with the base of the dildo. You were confused, impatient tinges of your hips making her giggle. You were about to push her hand out of the way, upset by the lack of movement until you heard the small click of a dial.

Your chest tightened, the clamp in your abdomen knotting as you felt the loud vibration knocking against your g-spot. Clockwork moaned out, a cut-off gasp making your eyes roll as she began to fuck into you again, the rumbling toy lodging itself inside.

You suddenly couldn’t keep your composure, your knees sliding out as you fell chest-first into the plush mattress, Clockwork gripping your hips to follow you down.

“Push back- There you go…” She was huffing as you arched your back, her hands pressing down on your shoulders to keep your face smashed into the fabric, sweat beading and dripping off of your skin. You’re gasping at the feeling of your toe-curling high, shots of pure pleasure running through your body as she snaps her hips into yours. Muffled moans and desperate claws against bare skin are the only things you can register, the absolute abusing stretch of the toy inside of your plush walls making you reel.

“Thought you could take it, huh? Wanted it so bad.” She was teasing you now, venom and arousal dripping from her every word, her quick pants loud behind you. “Hah-” Your back arches up sluttily into her as her rough cockhead was grazing so perfectly against your g-spot, her thrusts picking up pace. She was feeling it, you could tell by the way every time you felt the hilt on your puffy lips she was cracking out a moan too. The vibration was wrecking you both.

“Feels so good…” You’re mewling, reaching back to grip onto those straps again as she claws into your shoulders. You hold her legs there, not letting her thrust anymore as you begin to grind back, spine arching as far as you can get it.

The vibration of the toy is puffy on her clit, the hilt rumbling against the nub and making Clockwork choke out curses. You let the head press deep, stretching against taught muscles inside and ruling you over.

Convulsing over and over under her firm press, you can feel your orgasm clamping down on your abdomen again. “Feels so good- m’cumming m’cumming ah-” You’re choking out, hips stuttering back to grind against the girth. Clockwork’s snarling, taking deep breaths as she ruts her hips too, chasing the same feeling.

You’re dizzy, the pure wave after wave of arousal crashing into your body like a weight, your eyes rolling so far into your head you can barely see. Your cunt clenches, pulsing around the toy that's still rumbling inside of you to milk out every last round of your orgasm. Clockwork is shaking above you, hips jerking and thighs shaking as you hold her close by the straps, her body weight cascading on top of yours. “Christ-”

Your hips let out, falling flat against the mattress as she lays on top, breathing through her wilting shock until she's able to pull out, snapping the clasps undone and tossing the toy to the side.

You’re both panting, cunts swelled and aching from exhaustion as you cling together, sweaty bodies sticking close. It’s all you can do not to fall asleep right then, the overexertion of your still-high mind making everything seem so fuzzy. The sour smell still surrounded you, the thumping of the music inside the Jeep slowly coming back as you settle your nerves.

“Can’t- Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that-” Clockwork pants out, her nose finding its way to the crook of your neck and taking deep inhales. You were ecstatic, body too tired to show it but mind running a mile a minute. “I’m just upset it took me getting high to do it…” You sighed back, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and drawing her close, the fairy lights overhead looking all too close to stars and making you so, so sleepy.

Clockwork drags a blanket over to you two, throwing the warm fabric over top and nudging her way back against your side. You’re blinking slowly, trying to stay awake and contemplate, but your brain refusing to compute.

“I don’t want you to leave…” You’re whining quietly, tangling your fingers into her hair as her strong arms clasp around your sides.

“Come with me, then…” She whispered back, kissing your shoulder gently.

You wanted to answer, to reason that you couldn't just leave, that you couldn't just disappear…

You were both breathing steadily, minds quietly fizzling out as you made up your mind.

“No fuckin’ way.” Jeff is snickering, bumping your shoulder as you tug a drink from the fridge. Your eyes are heavy, exhaustion still steady as Clockwork slides behind you, grabbing milk for her coffee.

“Watch it.” She’s warning, placing a hand on your hip to slide past you as Jeff continues his tease.

The killer can’t stop staring at the wilts on your neck, the dark hickies and lovebites that gave off the events of last night. You hadn’t realized they were there until you had awoken in the backseat of the Jeep this morning, head pounding and body impossibly sore. Clockwork couldn’t get enough of them though, admiring how nice they looked.

However, she was leaving soon, bags already packed and buying her time with one last breakfast. It didn’t take much convincing for your bags to be shoved in the back too, scooping everything you cared to bring and hauling it down to the Jeep quietly.

“Oh, shit-” Toby was next, tugging the neck of your shirt back but quickly getting a slap on the hand from Clockwork. They were both laughing, Toby gave her a silent nod as she let her arm fall over your shoulder, a quiet answer to his unspoken question. He smiled, turning back to Jeff and shoving his shoulder.

“Say bye to [Y/N]. It’ll be a w- while till we see them both again.”

You said your quiet goodbyes as Clockwork pulled her Jeep around the front, popping open the passenger door as you jumped inside. She peeled from the clearing, vehicle bouncing and climbing through the unsteady terrain around the mansion. You watched in the windows as it disappeared, the deep breath you didn’t know you were holding finally letting itself out.

Clockwork reached to tangle your hand with hers, clenching tightly as if she never wanted to let go again.

All the times she visited, and all the stories you wished you would get to experience were slowly becoming a reality with every mile between you and that mansion. Never again would you tie yourself to that place. Glancing over, you smiled.

Freedom never looked so pretty.

This was a request from @bubbleduckie!

Comments and kudos are appreciated!

Thank you to my wonderful editors: @h3llw1 and @solarbites!

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happykinzz · 1 year ago

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Brian Thomas x Tim Wright Headcanons

This was kinda written erratically cause I'm sleep deprived lol, enjoy!

-They first became friends when they were assigned as dormmates in College-

-They started talking and hanging out more ( kinda hard not to do when you live in the same place), and it didn't take long for Brian to realize that Tim had a lack of social experience-

-So he takes Tim everywhere, Aquariums, Zoos, Museums, restaurants, places Tim didn't go to often as a child-

-He doesn't judge Tim for not knowing social cues or how certain things work, even if Tim asks what would be an obvious question to most people, Brian will reply with that sweet smile and a helpful answer-

-Anyone who ostracizes Tim for how he act or behaves will most certainly be getting more than a mouthful from Brian-

-In return, Tim also teaches Brian many things, and sticks up for him when Brian won't stick up for himself-

-He introduces Brian to tacky horror flicks, and gets Brian interested in dark literature and woodworking, things Brian would come to like a lot!-

-If anyone is being a d!ck to Brian (*cough cough* Alex *cough cough*), Tim will not hesitate to let that person know how he feels and demand an apology from them-

-They both do lots of acts of service for each other, Tim makes lunches for Brian, and Brian always likes to do hard labor like mowing the lawn / fixing their car for Tim ( even though Tim can do it himself and always argues so)-

-Brian confessed to Tim at a Frat Party, while they were on the roof of the house, looking at constellations in the sky-

-While Tim has been pining for Brian for awhile, he felt reluctant at the start but pretty quickly opened up to the idea of dating Brian-

-They're both head over heels for each other-

-They date privately for at least a year though, cause y'know, it's Alabama-

-The first person they come out to is Jay-

-Then eventually Jessica, Amy, Alex, and Sarah, in that order-

-While on school vacation, they take trips together across the state-

-They always stop for roadside attractions, and take their time looking at everything they see, they're in no hurry-

-Brian takes a lot of photos of Tim, on his laptop he has a whole folder dedicated to photos of him-

-Whenever Brian takes Tim out on date, he is the sweetest gentleman ever-

-One time he even put his coat down over a puddle for Tim to step on-

-Tim got so flustered over it and could only mumble things like "you didn't have to do that" and "oh stawp it you"-

-You know they're gonna spoil each other on Christmas, Birthdays, and Valentines Day-

-The only difference is that Tim starts crying because he has never had anyone show him so much love and kindness before-

-This definately throws Brian off the first time it happens and he's so worried that Tim didn't like his gift and offers to get him something better and all that-

-They rent and watch movies a lot together, the people at the movie store know them as "the two guy friends that always come in and sometimes smack each other's ass"-

-Tim eventually opens up to Brian about his past and his condition, which further motivates Brian to do good in his Psychology class so that he can help Tim somehow ( don't forget he's a Psychology major girlies)-

-Tim likes the sound of Brian's heartbeat, whenever they cuddle Tim is always on Brian's chest-

-Brian doesn't mind because he loves being able to run his fingers though Tim's smooth hair and being able to kiss his temple-

-Tim is also very warm too, and Brian is cold all the time so needless to say they cuddle a lot-

-Brian's main way of showing affection is through physical contact, and Tim is suuupper touched starved so it's a match made in heaven-

-Tim thinks Brian is like the Sun, always bringing warmth and happiness with him wherever he goes, while glowing with a radiance that brings you comfort and makes you feel secure-

-Brian thinks Tim is like a pearl, a coveted rarity that everyone desires, standing out in a crowd of oysters. If they were ever to get married Brian would totally propose to Tim with a ring that has pearls in it-

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vague-humanoid · 6 months ago

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DADEVILLE, Ala. (AP) — A storm was looming when the inmate serving 20 years for armed robbery was assigned to transport fellow prisoners to their jobs at private manufacturers supplying goods to companies like Home Depot and Wayfair. It didn’t matter that Jake Jones once had escaped or that he had failed two drug and alcohol tests while in lockup — he was unsupervised and technically in charge.

By the time Jones was driving back to the work release center with six other incarcerated workers, it was pelting rain. Jones had a reputation for driving fast and some of his passengers said he was racing along the country road, jamming to music in his earbuds. Suddenly, the transport van hit a dip and swerved on the wet pavement, slamming into a tree.

Two men died after being thrown out of the van. And Jones, who was critically hurt and slumped over the blaring horn, had to be cut out of the vehicle. As the other men staggered into the storm to flag down help, they wondered: Why would the Alabama Department of Corrections place their lives in Jones’ hands?

“They knew he had a propensity to drink,” said Shawn Wasden, who survived the crash. “And they put him behind the wheel of a van anyway.”

No state has a longer, more profit-driven history of contracting prisoners out to private companies than Alabama. With a sprawling labor system that dates back more than 150 years — including the brutal convict leasing era that replaced slavery — it has constructed a template for the commercialization of mass incarceration.

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JACK DANIELS HOLSCLAW (1918-1998)

Tuskegee Airman Jack Daniels Holsclaw was born in Spokane, Washington, on March 21, 1918. His father, Charles, was a clerk in a downtown store, and his mother, Nell, was a manager at Pacific Telephone and Telegraph. Holsclaw attended North Central High School in Spokane, where he excelled both academically and athletically. When he was 15, he became the first black person in Spokane to earn the Eagle Scout badge.

Holsclaw entered Whitworth College in 1935 but transferred to Washington State College (now Washington State University) in 1936 to play baseball. Beginning in his junior year, he played center field and helped the Cougars finish as co-champions of the Northern Division, Pacific Coast Conference. He was the second African American earn a varsity letter in baseball at the college.

In 1939, Holsclaw transferred to a chiropractic program at Western States College in Portland, Oregon, where he met his wife, Bernice Williams. They had one son, Glen. Holsclaw completed the chiropractic program in 1942 and passed the Oregon state board examination.

While there, he enrolled in a government sponsored Civilian Pilot Training Program at Multnomah College and earned his pilot’s license. On October 5, 1942, he enlisted in the army as a private and entered flight school, training at Tuskegee Army Airfield, Alabama. After completing his training, he received his wings and was commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant on July 28, 1943. Lieutenant Holsclaw received advanced training at Selfridge Field near Detroit, Michigan before his squadron was shipped to Italy in December 1943.

Lieutenant Holsclaw flew in the 100th Fighter Squadron, 332d Fighter Group, an all-black pursuit squadron. Holsclaw named his favorite P-51 “Bernice Baby” in honor of his wife. The 332d Fighter Group had distinctive red tails giving them the nickname “Red Tails.” The 332d Fighter Group escorted bombers on their runs over enemy territory, shielding them from German fighters. To the bomber crews that were protected by them they were the “Red Tail Angels.”

On July 18, 1944, in an aerial battle over Italy, Holsclaw shot down two German fighters. For this action he received the Distinguished Flying Cross. By December 1944, Holsclaw had completed 68 combat missions, nearing the limit of 70, when he became Assistant Operations Officer, an important administrative position that included aerial mission planning. In January 1945, Holsclaw was promoted to captain.

Captain Holsclaw returned to the United States in June 1945 to serve as assistant base operations officer at Godman Field, Fort Knox, Kentucky. He served as an Air Force ROTC instructor at Tuskegee Institute and then Tennessee State College.

From 1954 to 1957, Holsclaw was assigned to Japan, and from May 1962 to the end of 1964, he served as chief of the training division, Sixth Air Force Reserve Region at Hamilton Air Force Base, California. He directed the preparation of two textbooks to guide incoming air force personnel. Holsclaw retired from the Air Force on December 31, 1964 as a Lieutenant Colonel.

From 1965 to 1973 Holsclaw served as a manager in the Marin County Housing Authority, California. In 1973, he and Bernice returned to Washington where Holsclaw joined the staff at the People’s National Bank in Bellevue. He remained there until his second retirement in 1983. He and Bernice took up residence in Arizona, where Jack Holsclaw died on April 7, 1998, at the age of 80.

In August 2019, the Jonas Babcock Chapter, NSDAR, dedicated a historical marker in the memory of Lt. Col. Holsclaw at the site of his childhood home in Spokane.

#jack holsclaw #blacktumblr #black history #black liberation #african history

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reyaint · 2 months ago

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NCIS new orleans dr | intro

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date: april 27 2025. everyday this week we'll have practices for our theatre classes's musical. started: 10:46 finished at: 12:55

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"Beneath the mask, she wears shadows, and within the shadows, her truth is tucked away—quiet, careful, and dangerous."

✧˖*°࿐background

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋearly life (1990-2001)

arin was born on November 17, 1990, in a small community outside Southside, Alabama. her parents owned a modest but productive farm that had been in her mother's family for generations. born as a twin alongside her brother Arin arrived 14 weeks premature, spending her first 3 and a half months in the NICU—an experience that left her with tiny medical scars and gave her a fighter's spirit from day one.

her father served in the Army before becoming a park ranger specializing in wildlife management, while her mother worked as a farmer and mechanic with a deep connection to her mixed heritage. three years after the twins' birth, the family welcomed a younger sister completing their close-knit family.

growing up on the family farm instilled in Arin a strong work ethic and practical skills. from age six, she was assigned daily chores, learning responsibility through caring for the farm's horses and helping with crops. her father taught the children tracking, hunting, and survival skills during weekend "adventures" in the nearby wilderness—skills that would later serve her military career.

arin displayed exceptional intelligence from an early age but struggled with traditional classroom structures due to undiagnosed ADD. her mathematical difficulties were overcome through her grandfather's patient tutoring, using practical applications like measuring fence lines and calculating feed amounts. by third grade, she had jumped two grade levels in reading comprehension, devouring books about history, wilderness survival, and adventure stories.

at age eight, Arin's beloved grandfather succumbed to pancreatic cancer after a brief battle. his death profoundly affected her, triggering the onset of anxiety symptoms and a period of hypervigilance that would continue through adolescence. she began exhibiting protective behaviors toward her siblings and developed an interest in security and protection.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋmiddle school (2002-2005)

in middle school, Arin endured persistent bullying due to her mixed heritage, unusual eye color, and distinctive white streak in her hair. Rather than breaking her spirit, these experiences forged her resilience and protective instincts. by eighth grade, she had developed an effective "don't mess with me" demeanor and became known for defending other bullied students, sometimes at personal cost.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋhigh school (2005-2008)

high school brought new opportunities to channel her energy. She began serious bowling training, eventually competing at state level. her sophomore year was transformative—she received her driver's license and a 1969 Camaro that her father had been restoring. her parents taught her advanced driving techniques, including defensive maneuvers and controlled drifting on the farm's back roads.

this period also marked the beginning of her interest in firearms. her uncle, a former Army Ranger, recognized her natural aptitude and began teaching her marksmanship. she displayed extraordinary talent, particularly with precision shooting at distance. by senior year, she was regularly outshooting adults at the local range, earning the nickname "Hawkeye" before her military callsign of "ghost" would replace it.

an ill-fated relationship with a controlling boyfriend during junior year ended when he disrespected her boundaries. though she decisively ended the relationship, it left her with lingering trust issues and a determination to maintain personal autonomy in future relationships.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋmilitary career (2008-2013)

against her parents' hopes for college, Arin enlisted in the U.S. Army immediately after high school graduation in 2008. the post-9/11 era and ongoing conflicts influenced her decision, but it was primarily driven by a desire to protect others and find purpose. she excelled in Basic Combat Training at Fort Jackson, displaying natural aptitude for military discipline, physical challenges, and weapons handling.

her marksmanship scores set records at the training facility, drawing attention from special operations talent scouts. after scoring in the top percentile on aptitude tests, she was recommended for specialized training paths normally restricted from female recruits at that time. her performance was so exceptional that exemptions were granted, setting her on an unconventional career trajectory.

following Advanced Individual Training, Arin was selected for the newly formed Cultural Support Teams program, which placed female soldiers alongside Special Operations units to interact with local women and children in Afghanistan. this provided her entry into the special operations community, where her exceptional shooting abilities, quick thinking, and unusual talent for moving silently drew further notice.

during this training period, she earned her callsign "Ghost" for her uncanny ability to move undetected, even fooling instructors with decades of experience. one exercise became legendary when she successfully infiltrated a secure command post without triggering any perimeter alerts, "appearing" beside the evaluating officer who had been watching for her approach.

during her second deployment in 2010, she experienced her first significant combat injury when an extraction operation went wrong. while covering her team's retreat, she was dragged through broken glass and debris, resulting in the distinctive triple scars across her left shoulder blade. despite bleeding heavily, she maintained her position until all team members were accounted for, earning respect from even the most skeptical male operators.

in mid-2011, during operations in an undisclosed location, Arin's unit was ambushed while gathering intelligence on weapons smuggling networks. an IED detonated near their position, killing two team members and severely injuring Arin with shrapnel across her hip and lower back. she continued fighting while injured, coordinating an evacuation and providing covering fire that saved the remaining team members. this action earned her a Silver Star and Purple Heart, though the ceremony was closed to the public due to the classified nature of the operation.

by 2012, Arin's unique skill set led to her assignment to a highly classified joint task force focused on counterterrorism operations spanning multiple countries. this multi-agency unit combined military special operations, intelligence assets, and law enforcement expertise to track and disrupt terrorist networks and weapons smuggling operations.

within this task force, she met Lieutenant Eimi Cisne Kairiyaz, a Japanese-Serbian American intelligence specialist with complementary skills in electronic warfare and tactical planning. initially competitive, their relationship evolved from professional respect to friendship and eventually to romance, though both maintained strict professionalism during operations.

during this period, she participated in a classified operation that disrupted a major weapons smuggling network operating between Eastern Europe and terrorist cells in North Africa. the operation's success led to her being awarded a Bronze Star, though the citation was deliberately vague for security reasons.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋcia operations (2013-2014)

as her military contract neared its end in 2013, Arin was approached by CIA recruiters who had observed her performance in joint operations. though initially planning to return to civilian life, she was persuaded by the opportunity to continue fighting threats at their source through clandestine operations.

the interrogation resistance training proved particularly grueling, with Arin subjected to sleep deprivation, psychological pressure, and simulated harsh conditions. her trainers noted her exceptional ability to compartmentalize information and maintain cover stories even under extreme duress. this experience left lasting psychological impacts that occasionally manifest as nightmares and hypervigilance during periods of stress.

following training, Arin was assigned to a specialized paramilitary unit operating under CIA's Special Activities Division. for eleven months, she participated in highly classified operations that remain redacted from official records

her final CIA operation involved infiltrating a weapons smuggling network operating through the Gulf Coast, bringing her into proximity with New Orleans. this operation created her first connections to the region where she would later build her NCIS career.

despite her effectiveness in clandestine operations, Arin increasingly struggled with the moral ambiguity and isolation of CIA work. she maintained her military bearing, perspectives, and ethical framework, sometimes creating friction with more pragmatic agency handlers. her tendency to question operational decisions when civilian safety was at risk marked her as exceptional but occasionally problematic from the agency's perspective.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋncis (2014)

the final phase of Arin's CIA career involved tracking weapons smuggled through Gulf Coast ports, bringing her to New Orleans in early 2014. while operating under non-official cover as a dock worker, she inadvertently crossed paths with an ongoing NCIS investigation led by Dwayne Pride's team.

rather than compromising either operation, she made the difficult decision to reveal her CIA status to Pride in a tense after-hours meeting. impressed by her integrity and recognizing her exceptional skills, Pride maintained her cover while finding ways for both investigations to proceed without interference.

the successful conclusion of this operation created mutual respect between Arin and Pride. during their final debriefing, Pride questioned her about her future plans, sensing her growing disillusionment with clandestine operations. he planted the seed of considering a transition to law enforcement, specifically mentioning NCIS's need for agents with her unique background.

following the successful joint operation, Arin took leave to reassess her career path. during this period, she reconnected with Eimi, who had already left military service to pursue civilian work as a tattoo artist and mechanical engineer. their relationship deepened during this transitional time, with Eimi providing crucial emotional support as Arin processed her experiences.

after much consideration, Arin contacted Pride about his suggestion to join NCIS. Recognizing her potential, Pride personally recommended her to NCIS leadership and helped navigate the unusual transition from CIA operations to investigative work.

due to her exceptional background, Arin was approved for an accelerated training program at the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center in Georgia, where she quickly adapted her tactical skills to law enforcement protocols. while she excelled at physical aspects and procedural knowledge, she initially struggled with the transition from clandestine operations to transparent investigations with court-admissible evidence requirements.

in mid-2014, Arin officially joined the NCIS New Orleans field office as a probationary agent, though her unique background gave her special status. her arrival coincided with early Season 1 of the show's timeline, as the team was still finding its rhythm.

after they left the military, eimi became a tattoo artist and mechanical engineer. the two moved in together and Arin was recruited into the NCIS New Orleans team in 2014 (season 1) around a few months after she left the CIA.

"She moves through the world like a whisper in the dark, unseen but always present. Her silence speaks louder than words ever could."

✧˖*°࿐basics

ARIN (pronounced ah-rin, meaning; peace, high mountain, warrior lion, enlightened) RHAENYRAN (pronounced rha-neer-ran, meaning; light idk) NOYA pronounced no-yah, meaning; black wolf) REIGNS (pronounced ray-nz, meaning; ruler)

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ former military callsign. ghost ✧ 𓂃 › former military rank. first lieutenant

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ date of birth. november 17, 1990 ✧ 𓂃 › zodiac. scorpio ✧ 𓂃 › birthstone. yellow topaz, citrine ✧ 𓂃 › birthflower. chrysanthemum, peony ✧ 𓂃 › birthsymbol. snake, pig, tree, ash tree, claret red, yellow, dark blue

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ nationality. american ✧ 𓂃 › ethnicity. irish-greek-cajun-native american ✧ 𓂃 › race. white-native

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ height. 5'9 ✧ 𓂃 › weight. 127lbs ✧ 𓂃 › blood type. o-

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ appearance. realized i didn't do this part and didn't want to open up my script again so i'm copying from my ncis intro post

her skin is a honey-golden hue, naturally warm with freckles scattered across her face and body. these tiny marks are remnants of days spent in the sun. as a mix of cultures, her skin tells a story of survival and strength—a map of her journey.

her eyes are where her uniqueness shines. Her right eye, a rich forest green, carries subtle flecks of brown and blue, a mesmerizing and calming contrast to the deep darkness in her left eye, which is pale purple-blue with blue rims, and a central heterochromia pattern. the mix of colors tells of a person shaped by dualities—her visible scars and the rawness of her past are reflected in the duality of her eyes. there’s something intimidating about the way she looks, but it’s softened by the vulnerability that occasionally flickers through.

her hair is her wild card—a blend of soft textures and stark contrasts. naturally dark brown, it’s been overtaken by a sweeping white streak that runs down the side of her head, alongside random white spots. the gradual transformation of her hair, once brown, is now predominantly white—a symbol of her experience, almost like a battle wound. she keeps it mostly in ponytails or long braids, keeping it functional and out of her face during her active moments. the 2c-3a texture is a mixture of loose waves and curls, offering volume and personality. there’s something rebellious about the way her hair is both untamed and controlled.

her face carries a natural intensity, framed by her features, which reflect both the strength of her heritage and the wear of her past. she has a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and a well-defined nose with a slight bump down the bridge that hints at her Native American roots. her lips, thin and rounded, are most notable for their prominent cupid's bow—though their narrow, slightly asymmetrical shape adds to her distinct look.

her body is naturally athletic and lean, shaped by years of military training and her own discipline. with abs that aren't too prominent unless she's in tight clothes, and muscle definition in her arms and legs, she looks like someone who could move fluidly from a combat mission to a casual stroll. her hourglass figure balances the strength of her body with a natural femininity. she’s 5’9—not exceptionally tall, but there's a natural alertness and straight-backed posture to her, a carryover from her military training. her slim, strong legs tell of her agility and endurance, perfect for both combat and street racing.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ hair color. brown but is gradually turnin white. ✧ 𓂃 › type. 2c-3a

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ eye color. her right eye, a rich forest green, carries subtle flecks of brown and blue, a mesmerizing and calming contrast to the deep darkness in her left eye, which is pale purple-blue with blue rims, and a central heterochromia pattern.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ skin. natural, honey-golden (when tanned/warm), blushed ✧ 𓂃 › birthmarks. two small dots under her left eye are almost symmetrical, positioned about half an inch apart. they're slightly darker than her natural skin tone and could be mistaken for beauty marks. ✦ ˚ — café-au-lait spots (right hip and thigh): four distinct clusters of café-au-lait spots, each cluster contains 5-8 light brown marks varying in size from 2mm to 1cm. ✦ ˚ — the mongolian spot (lower back): faded blue-gray patch at the base of her spine, common in individuals with Native American heritage, has lightened significantly with age but remains visible. ✦ ˚ — faint angel's kiss birthmark on nape of neck that faded but remains visible when she flushes ✦ ˚ — tiny heart-shaped mark near her hairline that's usually covered by her hair

✧ 𓂃 › scars: NICU scars (various); multiple tiny, faded scars from her time as a premature infant, include small marks on her hands and feet from IV lines, a longer, thin scar on her right chest from a chest tube. ✦ ˚ — shoulder blade claw marks (lefts shoulder blade); three parallel scars approximately 4-5 inches long, resulted from being dragged through broken glass during a failed extraction operation, now partially incorporated into her spider lily tattoo design ✦ ˚ — shrapnel scarring (right hip and lower back); constellation of small, irregular marks from an IED explosion during deployment, approximately 12-15 marks covering an area roughly 6 inches in diameter, some fragments were too risky to remove surgically and remain embedded beneath the skin. ✦ ˚ — puncture wound (left thigh); circular, indented scar approximately 1 inch in diameter, caused by an improvised weapon during hand-to-hand combat, required extensive physical therapy to regain full mobility. ✦ ˚ — surgical scars (right knee); 3-inch surgical scar from ACL reconstruction, injury sustained during tactical training exercise, occasionally causes discomfort during weather changes. ✦ ˚ — bullet graze (right upper arm); 2-inch irregular line where a bullet grazed her during a firefight, occurred during her final deployment, contributed to her Purple Heart citation. ✦ ˚ — knife wound (left forearm); crescent-shaped scar from defending against a knife attack, happened during an undercover operation with the CIA, uses it as a teachable moment when training newer agents in self-defense ✦ ˚ — burn scar (right shoulder); small, circular burn approximately the size of a quarter, result of interrogation tactics used against her when briefly captured, usually covered by clothing.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ tattoos.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ fashion style.

arin is known for her love of bomber jackets, which represent a mix of practicality and badassery. she’ll often wear them in leather, matte finishes, or military-inspired olive green or charcoal hues, reflecting both her tactical background and style sensibility. her favorite is a brown leather bomber jacket that's most likely her fathers. bomber jackets also carry a bit of military heritage, which fits her background, and the versatility lets her transition seamlessly between undercover operations and casual settings. detailing: expect embroidered patches from her heritage—Irish clover symbols, Native American patterns, Cajun fleur-de-lis, and maybe even Greek meanders, woven subtly into the fabric.

streetwear makes up a significant portion of her casual outfits. Think oversized hoodies, graphic tees, and distressed jeans paired with boots or sneakers. the influence of streetwear speaks to her need for comfort and practicality in everyday life. a mix of tactical gear (like cargo pants, utility vests, and harness-style straps) blends seamlessly into her street aesthetic, making it clear she’s ready for action at any moment. often seen with a hat (like a baseball cap, cowboy hate or beanie), Arin incorporates small details that add to the streetwise vibe, especially when she’s in the field or on a case.

arin loves combat boots (usually black leather or dark brown), as they give her stability and strength, but they’re also functional for the kind of work she does. she’ll wear them with everything, from skinny jeans to camouflage pants. when she’s in the mood to add a little height, she’ll slip on kitten heels, which she can run in effortlessly (they're practical, and she appreciates that). ankle boots with a slight heel would complement her outfit when she’s looking for comfort with just a touch of femininity. they're definitely stele toed for work.

arin loves jewelry with meaningful touches. she wears simple rings, a leather band bracelet, or silver bangles that give her a tough yet stylish look. she might also have a necklace with a pendant that represents her Irish, Native, or Cajun heritage, like a clover, feather, or Greek key design. earrings are usually subtle but might include small hoops or studs that complement her face shape without being too much. a watch with a military aesthetic (sturdy but stylish) could be an essential accessory, as well as the occasional cultural piece handed down from her family.

southern and Cajun influences are subtly reflected in flair for layering—she might pair fitted tees with a loose, tactical vest for practical, weather-appropriate clothing. arin could also have embroidered details on her jackets, pants, or accessories featuring Cajun symbols or fleur-de-lis. or other details. feather earrings, turquoise jewelry, and woven fabrics could find their way into her wardrobe. she loves adding earth tones like deep reds, browns, and copper. a beaded bracelet or a leather belt with Native-inspired designs would complement her look. she may also have woven pouches or small bags, as functional accessories, that reflect her connection to the land and heritage.

her color palette would be earthy, utilitarian, and urban, with dark tones like black, olive, gray, and brown balanced by occasional bursts of deep emerald green (Cajun/Southern), turquoise (Native), and golden accents (Greek). she might throw in subtle floral or leaf prints from her Native heritage on fabric patches or the lining of her jackets or boots. her clothing would be functional but stylish, with practical pockets, adjustable straps, and layering options for when she’s on the move.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ known languages. ✧ 𓂃 › english 𓂃 southern american dialect with a hint of cajun accent ❪ 100% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › irish 𓂃 gaelic ❪ 100% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › cherokee 𓂃 cherokee ❪ 100% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › korean 𓂃 jeju dialect/accent ❪ 91% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › japanese 𓂃 kyoto dialect/accent ❪ 93% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › greek 𓂃 koiné dialect/accent ❪ 98% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › tagalog 𓂃 manila dialect/accent ❪ 97% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › spanish 𓂃 puerto rican dialect/accent ❪ 95% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › chinese 𓂃 mandarin dialect/accent ❪ 92% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › italian 𓂃 rome dialect/accent ❪ 85% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › french 𓂃 paris dialect/accent ❪ 79% ❫

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ personality. arin Reigns is a complex individual, forged by her past experiences and the intense environment of her former life as an operative. her personality is often a blend of cold professionalism and silent intensity, but there are layers underneath that only a few are privileged enough to see. she has a sharp, guarded exterior, always calculating and keeping her emotions tightly controlled, but there are moments where the walls come down—whether it’s during a rare show of affection or when she’s lost in a quiet, reflective moment. ✧ 𓂃 › stoic and reserved: arin doesn't wear her emotions on her sleeve. she has a knack for hiding what’s truly going on inside her. even in the most intense situations, her body language remains calm, her facial expression unreadable. ✧ 𓂃 › loyal, but reluctant to open up: while she would die for her team, trust doesn’t come easily for her. her loyalty is hard-earned, and once it’s there, it’s unshakeable. however, she’s reluctant to show her vulnerabilities, often keeping people at a distance—until she deems them worthy of knowing her true self. ✧ 𓂃 › self-reliant, independent: arin is fiercely independent, and while she trusts her team, she prefers to handle things on her own if she can. she tends to rely on herself first and only asks for help when absolutely necessary. ✧ 𓂃 › dry sense of humor: though Arin doesn’t laugh easily, when she does, it’s typically deadpan, sharp, or sarcastic. she has a dry wit and often uses humor to deflect or cope with the stresses around her. ✧ 𓂃 › haunted by her past: arin’s past as a highly trained operative has left her with deep scars, and while she tries to appear unshakable, she’s often dealing with ghosts of trauma that she tries to bury. this manifests as moments of vulnerability, especially when she’s triggered by certain events or when she’s pushed too far emotionally ✧ 𓂃 › observant: arin picks up on the smallest details, whether it’s an unusual movement or a slight change in someone’s tone. this is partly a result of her training but also just her sharp intuition. she can often read people before they speak. ✧ 𓂃 › stubborn & intimidating – arin’s stubbornness makes her difficult to sway once her mind is made up. this trait is coupled with her intimidating presence, which can unsettle even the most confident individuals. she has a way of making people feel small without saying a word. ✧ 𓂃 › decisive & strategic – arin doesn’t hesitate when a decision needs to be made, relying on logic and strategy. she’s a natural strategist, thinking several steps ahead of the enemy, and her decisions are always backed by deep thought. ✧ 𓂃 › comforting & cunning – despite her often cold demeanor, Arin has the ability to comfort those who need it, especially when she sees someone she cares about struggling. her cunning is sharp, and she can manipulate situations to her advantage when necessary.

not as detailed because i'm tired..

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ skills. ✧ 𓂃 › academically could've been top of the class but didn't actually care that much when high school hit, as long as i wasn't failing i didn't care so i ended most my classes with lower As or high Bs. ✧ 𓂃 › equestrian skills: with a deep bond to horses, she’s capable of riding with precision, whether it's navigating trails or executing basic dressage. her expertise extends to horse care and emergency handling. ✧ 𓂃 › pattern recognition: she excels at identifying hidden patterns in data, behaviors, and environments, allowing her to predict outcomes and formulate plans with great accuracy. ✧ 𓂃 › vehicle operation: whether driving a high-performance car, racing motorcycles, or handling off-road vehicles, she’s well-equipped for pursuits or escapes, making her an excellent asset in fast-paced and high-pressure operations. ✧ 𓂃 › combat proficiency: arin is a highly skilled combatant, with hand-to-hand combat abilities that are nearly unparalleled. She’s adept in various fighting styles, including Krav Maga, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Muay Thai. she can hold her own in a brawl or when things get physical. ✧ 𓂃 › stealth and infiltration: having been trained in various intelligence fields, Arin excels at infiltrating secured areas and blending in without being detected. whether it’s sneaking past guards or disappearing into a crowd, she’s a master of subtlety. ✧ 𓂃 › advanced marksmanship: a sharpshooter with perfect aim, Arin is skilled in a wide variety of firearms, including handguns, sniper rifles, and automatic weapons. she can hit a target with pinpoint precision, even under pressure. ✧ 𓂃 › tactical thinking and strategy: arin is an excellent strategist, able to analyze situations, formulate plans, and think three steps ahead in high-stress environments. whether it’s a hostage rescue or a sting operation, she can adapt and recalibrate on the fly. ✧ 𓂃 › technological proficiency: though not an expert in hacking, Arin knows her way around basic tech tools and can easily override security systems and access classified information when necessary. She’s also proficient in using drone technology and other surveillance equipment. ✧ 𓂃 › medical training: arin has basic combat medical training and can patch up herself and others in the field. she's capable of performing field triage, stabilizing casualties, and using medical tools in the heat of battle. ✧ 𓂃 › psychological acumen: s significant part of her training involved understanding human psychology, both for interrogation and for predicting others' behavior. arin can read people with an unnerving accuracy, often determining their motives before they even speak. ✧ 𓂃 › archery & survival skills – growing up with a background in survival, Arin has a profound knowledge of outdoor techniques such as hunting, building shelters, and living off the land. archery is one of her hobbies, allowing her to stay sharp even without a gun. ✧ 𓂃 › dancing, singing & music – arin’s talent for music is a reflection of her ability to learn quickly through muscle memory. she’s a gifted guitarist, and her voice carries a rich, haunting tone when she sings. When she dances, it’s fluid and almost graceful, showing a side of her that’s more expressive than she typically lets on. ✧ 𓂃 › memorization & fast learning – arin’s photographic memory allows her to retain vast amounts of information. she can quickly memorize patterns, faces, and numbers, making her an invaluable asset for any team requiring swift information recall. ✧ 𓂃 › bowling, skateboarding, ice skating – these hobbies showcase Arin’s athleticism and balance, where she exhibits grace under pressure. she also has a fondness for sports, enjoying both competition and personal challenge. ✧ 𓂃 › lying & situational awareness – arin is a master of deception when necessary, using her ability to read people’s intentions and respond accordingly. her situational awareness means she is rarely caught off guard, always knowing where everyone is in a room or an environment.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ hobbies. ✧ 𓂃 › singing & songwriting – arin enjoys writing personal songs when she’s feeling reflective or creative, using music to process emotions that she otherwise keeps bottled up. she sings when she’s alone or in safe company. ✧ 𓂃 › video games & anime – arin spends her downtime unwinding with video games and anime. these are her outlets to escape and get lost in worlds where she’s not in control, giving her a rare chance to relax. ✧ 𓂃 › archery & horseback riding – her connection to the outdoors continues in these hobbies, where she gets to practice precision and enjoy solitude away from the chaos of her life. ✧ 𓂃 › baking & trying new food – when she’s not working, Arin enjoys cooking or baking, particularly sweet treats, as a form of self-care. She also enjoys exploring new food, whether it’s at a restaurant or a local market, trying unique dishes to satisfy her adventurous spirit. ✧ 𓂃 › bowling & volleyball – in her free time, Arin loves competitive activities like bowling and volleyball, where she can take a break from her usual tactical focus and let loose with her friends.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ habits. ✧ 𓂃 › late-night working: arin tends to stay up late, even after a mission or investigation, going over notes, reviewing evidence, or organizing her thoughts. she often works until exhaustion, finding it hard to step away from something that’s unresolved. ✧ 𓂃 › physical conditioning: physical fitness is crucial for her, so Arin has a regular workout routine that includes strength training, cardio, and martial arts practice. it’s not just for performance—it’s also a way for her to keep her mind from drifting to darker places. ✧ 𓂃 › obsessive compulsive behavior (subtle): though Arin isn’t officially diagnosed, she exhibits tendencies toward OCD in certain aspects of her life. for instance, she may repeatedly check her equipment, make sure her knives are arranged just so, or recheck locked doors several times. this ritualistic behavior is a way for her to feel grounded in an unpredictable world.

i do this irl...but like with other stuff.

✧ 𓂃 › eating habits: when she’s on a mission, Arin barely eats. she survives mostly on coffee and energy drinks to stay awake and alert. it’s a routine she’s used to, but it often leaves her tired and cranky when she’s forced to eat “normal” meals. loves ramen, steak, alligator, watermelon, and apples though. ✧ 𓂃 › sleep patterns: arin has terrible sleep habits, largely due to her anxiety. she suffers from sleep-onset panic attacks and nocturnal panic attacks, (i have this irl) which leaves her exhausted most of the time. she sleeps in a sitting position, often with her arms crossed, to feel more secure. she tries to sleep as little as possible but is physically and mentally drained from constant vigilance.

i'm an insomniac anyway so in this dr it will make no difference.

✧ 𓂃 › cleaning rituals: arin is known to clean or organize things excessively when she's stressed or overwhelmed. she’ll arrange her gear, polish her weapons, or even tidy up a work area obsessively as a way of managing her inner turmoil. ✧ 𓂃 › morse code tapping – arin often taps her fingers in patterns, unknowingly mimicking Morse code, especially when she’s processing new information or thinking about a complex situation. ✧ 𓂃 › fidgeting – she’s prone to small fidgeting behaviors, such as licking her lips, tapping her fingers or foot, and messing with jewelry, all of which signal discomfort or a need for distraction. ✧ 𓂃 › positioning in rooms – in any new environment, Arin instinctively positions herself with her back to a wall and her eyes on exits, always ensuring that she can monitor the situation at all times. ✧ 𓂃 › mirroring breathing patterns – subconsciously, she mirrors the breathing of those around her when in close proximity, a subtle indication of her awareness of others and her calm presence in stressful situations.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ quirks. ✧ 𓂃 › silent movement – arin has an uncanny ability to move without making a sound, leading to her team commenting that she "appears out of nowhere" because they often don’t hear her coming. ✧ 𓂃 › intimidating presence – due to her intense focus and deadpan delivery, Arin has a natural intimidation factor. she’s aware of this and uses it strategically to keep others at a distance. ✧ 𓂃 › cat-like mannerisms – occasionally, Arin exhibits cat-like traits, such as perching on the edge of chairs rather than sitting properly and being hyper-aware of small movements or changes in her environment. ✧ 𓂃 › expressive but silent anger – when Arin is angry, she doesn’t raise her voice or lash out. Instead, she becomes completely silent, her stillness and lack of expression acting as a powerful signal of her displeasure. ✧ 𓂃 › ambidextrous – while Arin is generally left-handed in precision tasks, she is fully ambidextrous, which makes her versatile in situations that require quick action with either hand. ✧ 𓂃 › heightened situational awareness – arin’s ability to notice even the smallest changes in her surroundings, such as shifts in temperature, air pressure, or footstep patterns, gives her a sixth sense for danger or threats.

"In the stillness of the night, the storm within her rages—unseen, unfelt by those who are too far to understand."

✧˖*°࿐career

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋmilitary. (2008-2013) ✧ 𓂃 › callsign. ghost ✧ 𓂃 › specialization. sniping, throwing knives, reconnaissance, intelligence operations ✧ 𓂃 › military rank. first lieutenant ✧ 𓂃 › team. classified ✧ 𓂃 › branch. army, special forces, sod ✧ 𓂃 › years of service. 5 years

✦ ˚ — specialized training. ✧ 𓂃 › small arms training: completed advanced marksmanship program with top honors ✧ 𓂃 › sniper school: one of only three women in her class at Fort Benning ✧ 𓂃 › intelligence analysis training: learned data collection and threat assessment ✧ 𓂃 › survival, evasion, resistance, and escape (SERE) training: graduated with distinction ✧ 𓂃 › language immersion: intensive Korean language program (military intelligence emphasis) ✧ 𓂃 › special operations preparation: selected for pre-assessment for special operations support ✧ 𓂃 › advanced reconnaissance training: specialized in covert observation techniques

დ࿐ ‎cia. (2013-2014)

✧ 𓂃 › contractual status.

✦ ˚ — official designation. independent contractor rather than career officer

✧ 𓂃 › provided deniability for both agency and Arin ✧ 𓂃 › allowed selective mission acceptance ✧ 𓂃 › maintained military benefits and veteran status

✦ ˚ — security clearance. TS/SCI (Top Secret/Sensitive Compartmented Information) ✧ 𓂃 › required polygraph and extensive background verification ✧ 𓂃 › restricted to specific operational knowledge only ✧ 𓂃 › compartmentalized information access

✦ ˚ — specializations.

✧ 𓂃 › asset extraction: specialized in removing compromised intelligence sources from hostile territories ✧ 𓂃 › technical surveillance: placement of monitoring devices in sensitive locations ✧ 𓂃 › threat assessment: on-ground evaluation of emerging terrorist cells ✧ 𓂃 › protective operations: security for high-value intelligence sources ✧ 𓂃 › reconnaissance: advance scouting for larger operations ✧ 𓂃 › training: instructed foreign allied personnel in specialized tactical skills ✧ 𓂃 › counter-intelligence: identified potential security breaches in field operations

დ࿐ ‎ncis. (2014-present) ✧ 𓂃 › agent profile. ✧ 𓂃 › specialization. long-range surveillance, tactical operations, multilingual investigations, intelligence analysis, special operations liaison ✧ 𓂃 › job rank. special agent ✧ 𓂃 › assigned to: NCIS

"Strength is not in what you can take, but in what you can carry when the weight is unbearable and still move forward."

✧˖*°࿐relationships

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ dwayne cassius "king" pride. pride is a man of authority who values loyalty, and Arin, as someone with a background similar to his own (in law enforcement), commands his respect. however, given Arin’s past with the military, there is an unspoken distance between them. pride recognizes Arin’s intelligence and capability, but he also understands that her trust is hard to gain, especially given her history.

✧ 𓂃 › dynamic. the mentor-figure (and occasionally, the only one she listens to) ✧ 𓂃 › their bond is built on mutual respect, quiet understanding, and an unspoken agreement that he’s one of the few people who can push her without her shutting down.

✧ 𓂃 › what he sees in her. she’s a protector, but she doesn’t know how to let people protect her. she’s capable of more than just being a soldier. she’s always scanning the exits—physically and emotionally.

✧ 𓂃 › he doesn’t pry too much into her past, but he knows when she’s spiraling and will step in.

✧ 𓂃 › him checking in on her family quietly, without asking. arin notices but never mentions it.

✧ 𓂃 › their relationship is less about direct guidance and more about quiet understanding.

✧ 𓂃 › pride is one of the few people Arin trusts implicitly.

✧ 𓂃 › he was the first to see past her hardened exterior and recognize her as more than just a former operative or soldier.

"Y’know, just ‘cause you can survive without sleep doesn’t mean you should." "Old habits die hard." "Some don’t die at all. But you can learn to live around them."

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ christopher "chris" lasalle. a bit of an older brother dynamic. laSalle is the type to make sure no one’s slipping through the cracks, even if they act like they’ve got it all under control. his Southern charm and easy-going nature contrast with Arin’s more intense, closed-off persona, but it works for them. he pushes her to take care of herself, even if she won’t admit it.

✧ 𓂃 › dynamic. the brother-in-arms (and the one who calls her out) ✧ 𓂃 › their bond is like that of two siblings who constantly push each other but would also kill for each other.

✧ 𓂃 › what he sees in her. she’s got a hell of a poker face, but she cares too much. she needs someone to make her laugh, even if she pretends she’s annoyed. she acts like she’s used to being alone, but she isn’t meant to be.

✧ 𓂃 › they have a competitive streak, whether it’s shooting, driving, or who can pick up on a suspect’s lie first.

✧ 𓂃 › he’s one of the few people who can call her out when she’s avoiding things.

✧ 𓂃 › laSalle dragging her to get food after a long case—even when she claims she’s "fine."

✧ 𓂃 › lasalle annoys the hell out of her—but she lets him.

✧ 𓂃 › he sees through her tough exterior and treats her like family.

✧ 𓂃 › he pushes her to relax, trust the team, and not carry everything alone.

✧ 𓂃 › he’s the only one who can get away with teasing her too much.

✧ 𓂃 › laSalle was skeptical of her at first, thinking she was too closed-off, too detached—until he saw how fiercely she protects her people.

"Damn, Ghost. You got a death wish, or is this just how you flirt?" "Wouldn’t you like to know."

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ meredith brody.

✧ 𓂃 › dynamic. the partner who understands (without pushing too hard) ✧ 𓂃 › they bond over shared experiences in law enforcement and how hard it is to trust people.

✧ 𓂃 › while Lasalle teases her, Pride mentors her, and Sebastian is in awe of her, Brody is the one who matches her quiet observations.

✧ 𓂃 › what she sees in her. she’s sharper than she lets on. she’s not as detached as she pretends to be. she respects competence and honesty, and Arin has both.

✧ 𓂃 › still text even after she left.

✧ 𓂃 › arin subtly checking on Brody after tough cases, knowing she internalizes things too.

✧ 𓂃 › they have a mutual respect—both are outsiders trying to fit in.

✧ 𓂃 › while others joke with Arin, Brody reads between the lines and knows when she needs space.

✧ 𓂃 › they have an unspoken bond—both outsiders to New Orleans, both people who have lost things they don’t talk about.

✧ 𓂃 › brody respects Arin’s silence but also knows when to nudge her just enough.

"That makes twice I owe you now." "Nah. Just once. First one was a freebie."

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ sebastian lund. sebastian is the type who is quick to offer support, but his eager nature might make Arin uncomfortable at first. she’s not used to being the center of attention or having people constantly try to make her feel better, but over time, she might soften toward Sebastian’s openness. his easygoing personality reminds her of the things she used to value, and she could become more comfortable with him as they work closely.

✧ 𓂃 › dynamic. the one who is both terrified and fascinated by her

✧ 𓂃 › what he sees in her. she’s fascinating, and maybe a little terrifying. she’s a human lie detector, which means he can never bluff around her. she secretly likes his enthusiasm, even if she rolls her eyes at him.

✧ 𓂃 › arin finds him amusing but will never admit it.

✧ 𓂃 › he asks her way too many questions about her military training.

✧ 𓂃 › over time, he realizes she’s not as scary as she seems (though she doesn’t correct him).

✧ 𓂃 › sebastian is intimidated by Arin at first, convinced she has borderline supernatural abilities.

✧ 𓂃 › sebastian theorizing that she has heightened senses like a jaguar, and Arin just staring at him in silence until he panics.

✧ 𓂃 › she finds his rambling entertaining but would rather die than admit it.

✧ 𓂃 › sebastian is equal parts terrified and impressed by her.

"Uh, I read somewhere that caffeine helps with, y’know, processing stressful events and uh—" "Are you trying to psychoanalyze me, Lund?" "No! …Maybe."

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ loretta wade. wade is often concerned about Arin’s health, especially given the physical toll her lifestyle has on her. while Arin can be stubborn about seeing a doctor, Wade’s easy-going demeanor and genuine care often push her to listen, even if she doesn’t take action immediately. wade has a calming presence, and while Arin tries to keep her distance from any kind of "sympathy," Wade is one person she never feels completely annoyed by.

✧ 𓂃 › dynamic. the only one who knows more than arin lets on

✧ 𓂃 › what she sees in her.

✧ 𓂃 › arin doesn’t say much, but she lets Loretta take care of her when necessary.

✧ 𓂃 › loretta subtly checking on Arin’s hands for signs of stress-picking, but never calling her out.

✧ 𓂃 › arin fixing something in Loretta’s lab one night, staying longer than necessary just for the quiet.

✧ 𓂃 › loretta sees straight through Arin’s defenses.

✧ 𓂃 › she doesn’t let her hide behind logic or training.

✧ 𓂃 › she makes sure Arin eats, rests, and doesn’t pretend she’s fine when she isn’t.

✧ 𓂃 › arin respects her deeply, even if she pretends not to need the motherly care.

✧ 𓂃 › she doesn’t push her like a doctor—she talks to her like someone who cares.

✧ 𓂃 › loretta knows. she sees the anxiety, the way Arin avoids medical exams, the way she compartmentalizes.

✧ 𓂃 › i love her sm

“You’ve been through a lot, Arin. It’s okay to not be okay sometimes.” “Not something I have time for.” “Well, I’m not going anywhere. Just think about it.”

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ sonja percy. they clash at first because both are stubborn, both are used to being the best shot in the room, and neither backs down easily. percy comes from SWAT, Arin from military black ops—their approaches are different, but their precision is identical. over time, they develop a begrudging mutual respect that turns into an unspoken partnership.

✧ 𓂃 › dynamic. two sharp shooters who click

✧ 𓂃 › what she sees in her.

✧ 𓂃 › they are the two best shots in NCIS NOLA—and they know it.

✧ 𓂃 › percy is louder, more expressive, whereas Arin is quiet and calculating.

✧ 𓂃 › percy is SWAT-fast. Arin is Special Ops-patient.

✧ 𓂃 › they drive Pride crazy with their competitive streak.

✧ 𓂃 › if there’s a long-range shot to be made? they both want to take it.

✧ 𓂃 › if there’s a dangerous takedown? they’re both already moving.

✧ 𓂃 › pride has to physically separate them sometimes when they start competing.

"What the hell, Arin? I had a shot!" "You also had three guys with rifles aiming at your head." "So you do care." "Not about you. Just didn’t feel like filing the paperwork."

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ patton plane.

✧ 𓂃 › dynamic. patton and Arin have a low-key but deep friendship.

✧ 𓂃 › he’s the only one who figured out her CIA past before she said anything. (fucking asshole.)

✧ 𓂃 › she trusts him more than she admits.

✧ 𓂃 › he doesn’t push her, but he watches out for her.

"I know things, Ghost. And I know you ain’t told them everything." "And you haven’t told them either." "Exactly."

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ tammy gregorio. tammy is a no-nonsense agent, but she has a deep understanding of emotional complexity. she and Arin are both tactical and intelligent agents, which can create both a sense of competition and camaraderie between them. tammy likely respects Arin’s abilities, but her concern for Arin’s emotional well-being would be a constant undertone in their relationship.

✧ 𓂃 › i forgot to put more in my script. oops.

eimi cisne kairiyaz. arin and Eimi are extremely close — the kind of couple that feels inevitable to everyone who meets them. they’re natural teammates: where Arin is razor-sharp, quiet, and patient, Eimi is bold, sharp-witted, and a little chaotic. they're also very competitive with each other in lowkey ways, whether it’s sparring matches, shooting contests, or arguing over who can fix an engine faster.

✧ 𓂃 › dynamic. their dynamic is full of dry humor, steady emotional support, subtle physical affection, and intense loyalty. they trust each other with their lives— and after what they've survived together, it’s not something they give lightly.

not gonna say much bc i'll make a s/o post anyway

"Trust is a dangerous thing to give, but even more dangerous is the moment when you realize you’ve never been able to trust yourself."

✧˖*°࿐extras

probably one of my few ncis drs that doesn't have any cod characters...

scripting me and brody keep in touch after she leaves after season 2 (bc that bitch leaving PISSED me off ugh)

percy leaves in season 3 but also scripting we keep in touch

lowkey thought about making gregorio my s/o but didn't lol

pride father figure type shit (as if i didn't do the same with gibbs)

me and laurel get along well

loretta my beloved (nothing will happen to your boys🫶🏼)

lasalle doesn't die because i can't handle bama boy dying

unironically know gibbs and abby...

#reyaint #reality shifting #shiftblr #reality shifter #shifting #shifting community #shifting motivation #anti shifters dni #dr scrapbook #dr self #dr self intro #ncis shifting #ncis dr

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David Badash at NCRM:

President Donald Trump’s top loyalists are angling to climb the political ladder to help secure the future for his ultra-MAGA movement—and position themselves for greater influence. House members like far-right U.S. Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-GA) are looking at the U.S. Senate, and far-right U.S. senators like Tommy Tuberville (R-AL) and Marsha Blackburn (R-TN) reportedly see hope in governors’ mansions. Some critical U.S. senators on both sides of the aisle are retiring, like Republican former Majority and Minority Leader Mitch McConnell of Kentucky, and the second-highest-ranking Democrat senator, Dick Durbin of Illinois. “Democrats anxious to deny Donald Trump and his Republican Party a governing trifecta as soon as possible are feeling pretty good about their prospects for flipping the House in 2026, given the GOP’s fragile margin of control and the historical pattern of sizable midterm losses for the president’s party,” New York magazine’s “Intelligencer” reported last month. “But the Senate, which has the power to confirm Trump’s executive branch and judicial nominations, is really going to be a reach. Democrats would need to flip four Senate seats to win control of the chamber. And an already difficult landscape is being made even tougher by the retirements of Democratic incumbents Gary Peters of Michigan, Tina Smith of Minnesota, and now Jeanne Shaheen of New Hampshire. All three of these open seats could potentially trigger competitive races in 2026.” Enter Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene, the Georgia Republican who went from a freshman stripped of all of her committee assignments over incendiary language, to becoming chair of the Delivering on Government Efficiency (D.O.G.E.) subcommittee. She also sits on the House Committee on Homeland Security. Congresswoman Greene is now thinking about becoming Senator Greene. If successful, her controversial tactics could have a dramatic impact on what is supposed to be the “world’s greatest deliberative body.”

Rep. Greene is reportedly eyeing a run to unseat Democratic U.S. Senator Jon Ossoff, and believes she would “crush” any GOP primary opponent—except Governor Brian Kemp, should he choose to enter the race—according to the right-wing website Daily Caller. [...]

Meanwhile, U.S. Senator Tommy Tuberville is reportedly mapping out a run for the Alabama Governor’s mansion. “Tuberville told a group of donors at a private event on Wednesday night that his mind is officially made up,” the conservative website Yellowhammer News reported. “Rather than seeking re-election to the U.S. Senate, he is ready to run his next race in Alabama, and serve the people of the state in Montgomery instead of Washington. An official campaign announcement is imminent in the coming weeks, but latest reports offer insight into a finalized decision by Tuberville, who has been privately discussing jumping into the 2026 gubernatorial race for quite some time.” Senator Tuberville reportedly is “furious” at the leak, according to an opinion column at Alabama Political Reporter.

“Tuberville melted down like a plastic lawn chair in July. By Thursday morning, the whispers had turned into headlines. Then Tuberville took to Facebook — and things got weird.” “While I appreciate all the interest,” Tuberville wrote, “Suzanne and I are still praying about how to best serve the people of Alabama. When I have an official announcement about my future, you’ll hear it directly from me.”

U.S. Senator Marsha Blackburn, a top “Trump loyalist,” is “strongly looking” at a run for the Tennessee governor’s mansion. The Tennessean reports that “early polling suggests she would likely be the Republican frontrunner. Some politicos across the state consider her success a foregone conclusion: at a Tennessee Chamber of Commerce event in January, attendees called her ‘Gov. Blackburn.'”

And U.S. Rep. Jim Comer (R-KY), the chair of the powerful House Oversight Committee, has also said he would be interested in running for governor.

Far-right MAGA hardliners Marjorie Taylor Greene, Tommy Tuberville, and Marsha Blackburn are seeking promotions to higher offices.

#2026 Elections #2026 US Senate Electons #2026 Gubernatorial Elections #Marjorie Taylor Greene #Tommy Tuberville #Marsha Blackburn #James Comer #2027 Elections #2027 Gubernatorial Elections

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While men beat women at home, they ridiculed them in public. The jokes aimed at temperance women and "bloomer-girl" suffragists persist to our own day. They struck not just at avowed feminists, but at any woman who stepped out of her "wifely occupation." An 1860 cartoon in Vanity Fair depicted women salesclerks as "counter jumpers" in short hair and mustaches. And in 1866 a cartoon in Yankee Notions pictured a bestselling novelist "engaged in writing her last new sensational novel" while impatiently waving away a husband who holds a squalling baby, and ignoring three other screaming children. William Lloyd Garrison attributed this ridicule and derision of the women's rights movement not to "ignorance" but to "the natural out break of tyranny. . . . It is because the tyrants and usurpers are alarmed," he said. "They have been and are called to judgment, and they dread the examination and exposure of their position and character."

If men feared these women who refused to stay in their assigned sphere, they had as much to fear from the women who stayed at home. Those apparently domesticated women, deprived of all legal and political rights, were far more likely to resort to violence and men knew it. Wives might at least fight back. In Lawrence, Massachusetts, Patrick Doherty's wife pulled out a pistol to stop him from beating her with a stick; he swung anyway and hit the gun, which went off and killed him. Or women might as perhaps Mrs. Doherty actually did—take the offensive in the domestic battle. In Massachusetts in 1857, during debate over a legislative bill to grant a larger share of a man's estate to his surviving widow, an opposing senator argued that "wives were already too much disposed to rid themselves of their husbands." Citing several cases of women who allegedly murdered their husbands to get their property, he argued that increasing the widow's portion would only whet the wife's murderous inclinations. In the same year, in a remarkable sermon in defense of slavery, an Alabama minister described the typical wife's position: analogous to a slave's and, like it, ordained by God.

Your service is very, very, very often involuntary from the first, and, if voluntary at first becomes hopeless necessity afterwards. . . . the husband may not . . . love you. He may rule you with the rod of iron. What can you do? Be divorced? God forbid it, save for crime. Will you say that you are free, that you will go where you please, do as you please? Why ye dear wives, your husbands may forbid. And listen, you cannot leave New York, . . . not leave your parlor, nor your bedchamber, nor your couch, if your husband commands you to stay there. What can you do? Will you run away with your stick and your bundle? He can advertise you! What can you do? You can, and I fear some of you do, wish him, from the bottom of your hearts at the bottom of the Hudson.

Bathsheba Spooner, with the help of her friends, had wished her husband to the bottom of the well. But there were other, more subtle ways of shaking off the yoke, ways more appropriate to woman's domestic sphere. Woman was thought to be "fitted by nature to cheer the aflicted, elevate the depressed, minister to the wants of the feeble and diseased . . ." For the wife whose duty it was to cook the meals and nurse the ailing, what could be simpler than poison? First one case and then another was reported. As agitation for women's rights increased, men (and antifeminist women) shrilled that the traditional marriage relationship, established by God, would be destroyed. Women would no longer respect, serve, and obey their husbands. They might even turn against them, as indeed it seemed some women were doing in a direct, personal, sneaky, and lethal way. The rights of woman were at issue, but the fear of woman was never far from the surface of any debate. The poisoning wife became the specter of the century—the witch who lurked in woman's sphere and haunted the minds of men.

-Ann Jones, Women Who Kill

#ann jones #american history #feminist history #womens history #female violence #amerika

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN DARLINGSSSS (Here’s a treat)

~Modern time~

Dutch has invited The Gang and The Neighborhood to his nice Halloween party at his mansion, if you will. It’s an amazing party. People are all dressed up, and Uncle and Lenny get absolutely turned up; dancing on tables, drinking until they can’t think! This party is an absolute riot.

John regrets bringing his child to this party because Abigail is gonna scold the hell out of him all the way back home. Abigail is more concerned; she doesn’t know what to think about Hosea THROWING it back on Dutch. Jack, man, is having the time of his life in his little Woody costume, bouncing to the music. He really liked “Thriller.”

Charles is sitting on the couch, waiting for this party to end; he’s the car ride home, so he has to stay sober. But he’s having a blast watching his husband, Arthur, paint little kids’ faces. That was something special to him. Arthur was having a rather difficult time trying to paint this little girl’s face to be a unicorn. “Are you sure you don’t want anything else, sweetheart?” The little girl shot him a look, “No.” Arthur frowned and did his best to paint a unicorn onto her face, then sent her outside to play with the other kiddos. “That was a shitty unicorn, Charles.” “I know,” said the other, chuckling.

Kieran was assigned as the ‘baby watcher’ for the night outside. While he’d much rather be inside with the grown folks having fun, toddlers were great too. At first, there were 5 kids; then, it became 10. Now, there were 25 children, aged 3 to 7, outside. One man, 25 babies. “Mary-Bethhhh!” he called for his wife. Suddenly, Kieran was struck by a zebra-glitter-vomit, horse-girl holding a pool noodle. He stared down at the crotch goblin and simply removed the kid’s weapon. “Get on.” The girl squealed and ran off quickly, giggling. “Kieran? You called?” Mary-Beth made her way over, looked at all the kids, and then at her husband. “I see the issue.” “Help me.” He grabbed her hand.

Javier was standing to the side, watching Jack dance. “What are you doing?” Jack looked at him. “I’m dancing!” He stared down at this kid, “That is not how you dance to Thriller at all.” Javier shook his head and took Jack’s hand, “Let me show you.” He pulled him out to the living room and proceeded to teach him the Thriller dance. Jack was having so much fun. John watched and laughed quietly, deciding to join.

Dutch grabbed Hosea’s waist and laughed, “Now-Old Girl, we haven’t danced like this since our wedding night.” Hosea turned his head and stared at him. “Oh yeah?” He leaned all the way back against his chest, “that’s probably because half the time you are watching football.” Dutch scoffed and rolled his eyes, “The Alabama and Auburn rivalry is something super interesting, two teams from the same state fighting.” “Over a ball.” Hosea said monotonously. “No, Hosea, over power. Football is a sport of love!passion and power!” “It’s just a ball people run around with and ruin their legs for, and the coach is old.”

“NICK SABAN IS A HANDSOME MAN,” Dutch crossed his arms, truly offended. “Take that back, Hosea.” Hosea just shook his head and went to find whiskey; he’s gonna need it. “OLD GIRL!”

Molly and Sean were staring at each other, holding something in their hands in the dark. “I’m the better Irish,” Molly spoke softly. “No, Molly, I am.” Sean pressed a button, and a whirring sound started, and a blue light slowly made its way down the saber. Molly hit her button, and a green light made its way down. “I’ll tell you now, back down.” “Aye, over my dead body, Sean.” The two leapt at each other, whirring sounds filled the air along with really cool zapping sounds. “WHOOP HIS ASS, MOLLY!” Sadie called from the sidelines, laughing. Karen laughed as well, “Don’t go easy on him, Molly.” Sean scoffed loudly, “AYY, Karen, you’re my wife, supposed to be on my team!” “Nope.” Molly took her saber, spun, and hit Sean’s side. Sean slowly looked at Molly and dropped his saber. “You’ve beaten me.” He dropped the lightsaber and slowly walked back, holding his side, tumbling a bit. “Damn you, woman…Damn…you…”.

The boisterous party dragged on into the late hours of the night. As the clock’s hands found their way closer to 12, the Neighborhood folks and their children made their way back to the sanctuary of their homes, leaving the gang to sprawl out wherever their drunken bodies would allow. Silence crept its way into the depths of the night, and when the world seemed to finally start to awaken, with the gentle kiss of the sun’s warm beams, a horrified scream of shock and despair filled the air at precisely 9:45 AM:

“DUTCH IS DEAD!!”

Starting up a new chapter a murder mystery

(I lied it was a trick)

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BLACK WOMEN IN THE WARTIME STRUGGLE

Black women were on the frontlines of civil rights activism during the war years.

The grassroots organizing work of young leaders like Juanita Jackson, Ella Baker and Rosa Parks helped fuel a dramatic increase in NAACP membership and branch activism. Union organizers like Dollie Lowther Robinson and Maida Springer labored to ensure workers’ rights. Black women also engaged in direct-action protests against segregation like Pauli Murray’s 1940 arrest for sitting in the whites-only section of a bus in Virginia.

Grassroots organizers Juanita Jackson, Ella Baker, and Rosa Parks helped the NAACP grow dramatically during the war. - https://www.mdhistory.org/resources/jackson-and-mitchell-family-portrait/ - https://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/94504496/ - https://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/2015647352/

More than half a million Black women left farm and domestic work for better-paying jobs in wartime shipyards and defense factories. But they had to struggle against employers who refused to hire Black women (or confined them to menial jobs) and white employees who resisted working alongside them.

Black women also overcame determined opposition to enter the armed services. Mary McLeod Bethune served as a special assistant in the War Department and worked with the National Council of Negro Women and Eleanor Roosevelt to open the Women’s Army Corps (WAC) to Black recruits. Eventually, 6,500 served. Bethune also lobbied successfully for officer appointments. Still, Black WACs served in segregated units and were often assigned low-skilled work. The Army also limited the number of Black nurses and restricted them to segregated hospitals. Conditions in the Navy were even worse. Secretary of the Navy Frank Knox opposed the entry of Black women into the service’s women’s auxiliary (WAVES). They were only admitted after his death in 1944.

Major Charity E. Adams inspects a Women’s Army Corps (WAC) battalion in England, February 15, 1945 (https://catalog.archives.gov/id/531249)

African American women also took on the then taboo subject of sexual violence. Sexual assaults on Black women by white men were a parallel offense to the lynchings of Black men. A 1944 Alabama rape case involving Recy Taylor sparked an NAACP investigation by Rosa Parks and widespread publicity. The Committee for Equal Justice, organized by Parks, led a national protest drive to bring the seven, armed white rapists to justice. Its allies included the Southern Negro Youth Congress (SNYC), described by historian Erik McDuffie as “the shock troops for Black equality across the Jim Crow South during the war.” The SNYC conducted wartime campaigns for desegregation and voting and labor rights. Its leadership included women like Rose Mae Catchings and Sallye Bell Davis, mother of activist Angela Davis.

Please visit our current special exhibition BLACK AMERICANS, CIVIL RIGHTS, AND THE ROOSEVELTS, 1932-1962: https://www.fdrlibrary.org/civil-rights-special-exhibit

#women's history month #rosa parks #Juanita Jackson #Ella Baker #Recy Taylor #wwii #world war ii #1940s #ww2 #black american history #american history

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 1 year ago

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By: Jesse Singal

Published: Mar 22, 2024

Yesterday CNN published an article by senior writer Tara John about the UK National Health Service’s newly skeptical stance toward youth gender medicine. The main takeaway, which is big news to observers of this debate, is that the NHS will no longer provide puberty blockers to young people, other than in research contexts. (As for cross-sex hormones, a relatively strict-seeming regime is set to be implemented, and they will be offered to youth only “from around their 16th birthday.”)

As myself and a number of others pointed out, the article contains a sentence that is, in context, rather wild: John writes that “Gender-affirming care is medically necessary, evidence-based care that uses a multidisciplinary approach to help a person transition from their assigned gender — the one the person was designated at birth — to their affirmed gender — the gender by which one wants to be known.” But of course, whether youth gender medicine is medically necessary and evidence-based is exactly the thing being debated, and anyone who has been following this debate closely knows that every national health system that has examined this question closely, including the NHS, has come to the same conclusion: the evidence is paltry. That’s why so many countries, including Sweden, Finland, the UK, and Norway have significantly scaled back access to these treatments for youth.1 So it’s very strange to see this sentence, which reads as though it comes from an activist press release, published in a news article in CNN, an outlet that generally adheres to the old-school divide between news and opinion.

There’s a strong case to be made that CNN’s sentence, as written, is false. Gender medicine is at best unproven, when it comes to the standards society (and regulatory bodies) expects medical researchers to adhere to. The situation with youth gender medicine is particularly dicey, given that this is a newer area of medicine suffering from an even severer paucity of quality studies.

It would be bad enough for this sentence to have appeared in one article on one of the most important news websites in the world. But here’s the thing: this wasn’t the first time. Rather, this exact sentence, and close variants of it, has been copied and pasted into dozens of CNN.com stories over the last few years, as a Google search quickly reveals.

This sentence, and its close variants, appear over and over and over. I asked my researcher to create a list of all the instances he could find. Here’s what he sent back, in reverse chronological order.

1. England’s health service to stop prescribing puberty blockers to transgender kids by Tara John (March 15, 2024)

2. First on CNN: Major medical society re-examines clinical guidelines for gender-affirming care by Jen Christensen (February 26, 2024)

3. Record number of anti-LGBTQ bills were introduced in 2023 by Annette Choi (January 22, 2024)

4. Gender-affirming surgeries in US nearly tripled from 2016 to 2019, study finds by Jen Christensen (August 23, 2023) — start slightly modified to fit sentence structure, otherwise identical.

5. Trump-appointed judge blocks parts of Indiana ban on gender-affirming care for trans youth by Sydney Kashiwagi (June 17, 2023)

6. The debate on the American right isn’t about classified documents. It’s about fear of transgender rights by Zachary B. Wolf (June 15, 2023)

7. 19 states have laws restricting gender-affirming care, some with the possibility of a felony charge by Annette Choi and Will Mullery (June 6, 2023)

8. Alabama governor signs bill placing limits on transgender athletes in college sports by Rebekah Riess and Dakin Andone (May 31, 2023) — start slightly modified to fit sentence structure, otherwise identical.

9. Missouri attorney general drops controversial emergency rule that would have banned gender-affirming care for children and many adults by Andy Rose and Nouran Salahieh (May 17, 2023)

10. Maryland governor signs bills protecting abortion rights and gender-affirming care by Liam Reilly and Kaanita Iyer (May 3, 2023)

11. Oklahoma governor signs legislation banning gender-affirming care for minors by Jack Forrest and Joe Sutton (May 2, 2023) — start slightly modified to fit sentence structure, otherwise identical.

12. Missouri judge pauses enforcement of limits on gender-affirming care for trans youth and adults for 15 days by Devan Cole (May 1, 2023)

13. Transgender health care restrictions hit roadblocks in 3 states as gender-affirming care becomes marquee issue for state GOP leaders by Dakin Andone (April 27, 2023) — start slightly modified to fit sentence structure, otherwise identical.

14. The clock is ticking in Missouri as health care providers race to establish care regimens for trans patients by Alisha Ebrahimji, Kyung Lah, and Anna-Maja Rappard (April 26, 2023)

15. Missouri judge temporarily blocks limits on gender-affirming care for trans youth and adults from going into effect by Devan Cole (April 26, 2023)

16. Gender-affirming care, a ‘crucial’ process for thousands of young people in America by Jen Christensen (April 25, 2023)

17. Advocacy groups sue to block an emergency rule limiting gender-affirming care that’s expected to go into effect this week in Missouri by Michelle Watson, Claudia Dominguez, Taylor Romine, and Kyung Lah (April 25, 2023)

18. Utah state senator’s home vandalized in possible retaliation for transgender bill, police say by Rebekah Riess and Sara Smart (April 22, 2023) — start slightly modified to fit sentence structure, otherwise identical.

19. North Dakota governor signs gender-affirming care ban for most minors by Michelle Watson and Jack Forrest (April 20, 2023)

20. Indiana and Idaho enact bans on gender-affirming care for transgender youth by Sydney Kashiwagi (April 6, 2023) — start slightly modified to fit sentence structure, otherwise identical.

21. Kentucky GOP overrides governor’s veto of youth gender-affirming care ban by Jack Forrest (March 29, 2023) — start slightly modified to fit sentence structure, otherwise identical.

22. Kentucky governor vetoes ban on gender-affirming care for youth by Kaanita Iyer and Paradise Afshar (March 24, 2023)

23. Georgia’s governor signs ban on certain gender-affirming care for minors by Maxime Tamsett, Pamela Kirkland, and Jack Forrest (March 23, 2023) — start slightly modified to fit sentence structure, otherwise identical.

24. Florida sued over bans on gender-affirming care for transgender youth by Devan Cole (March 23, 2023) — has a slightly more measured framing, opening with “LGBTQ advocates and many physicians regard. . . ”

25. Missouri AG seeks to restrict gender-affirming care for minors by Raja Razek and Shawna Mizelle (March 21, 2023) — has a slightly more measured framing, opening with “LGBTQ advocates and many physicians, however, regard the treatment as. . . ”

26. New Mexico governor signs bill protecting access to reproductive and gender-affirming care into law by Paradise Afshar and Kaanita Iyer (March 18, 2023)

27. Minnesota governor signs order protecting access to gender-affirming health care by Chris Boyette and Jack Forrest (March 8, 2023)

28. Tennessee governor signs ban on gender-affirming care for minors by Shawna Mizelle (March 3, 2023) — has a slightly more measured framing, opening with “LGBTQ advocates and many physicians regard the treatment as. . . ”

29. Democratic AGs condemn DeSantis administration for asking Florida colleges for information on students receiving gender-affirming care by Devan Cole (March 3, 2023)

30. Mississippi enacts ban on gender-affirming care for transgender minors by Devan Cole (February 28, 2023)

31. GOP lawmakers escalate fight against gender-affirming care with bills seeking to expand the scope of bans by Devan Cole (February 13, 2023)

32. South Dakota governor signs bill prohibiting gender-affirming treatment for transgender minors by Sydney Kashiwagi (February 13, 2023)

33. Woman faces federal charge for calling in a false bomb threat to a Boston hospital providing gender-affirming care by Sonia Moghe (September 16, 2022)

34. Boston Children’s Hospital says it’s gotten violent threats over care for transgender children by Jen Christensen (August 17, 2022)

35. Texas can continue investigating families seeking gender-affirming care for their transgender children, state Supreme Court says by Alisha Ebrahimji, Ashley Killough, and Raja Razek (May 13, 2022)

I haven’t triple-checked every single one of these, but it’s undeniable that effectively the same words have appeared in about three dozen CNN articles since May of 2022, which was already years after the present wave of European nations rethinking these treatments had begun.

When I asked CNN about this, I heard back from someone there who explained on background that it’s standard for outlets to provide reporters with guidance about accurate and appropriate language. While that’s true, it doesn’t really answer my question. Sure, it’s not unusual for an outlet to have a house style, sometimes enshrined in a stylebook, that provides rules about how to refer to, for example, individuals in the United States who lack legal status. They used to be called “illegal immigrants,” and now they’re often called “undocumented immigrants,” or language to that effect. This is a fairly normal process by which language changes and, sometimes as a result of a push-pull between outlets and advocacy groups, outlets decide which changes to make and when. So you may or may not agree with the fact that many outlets have switched from “biological sex” to “sex assigned at birth” when discussing trans issues, but the underlying process of switching from one phrase to another is standard and occurs in many areas.

This is quite different. You do not generally see the same complex sentence pasted over and over and over into news stories written by different authors and published in different sections. I asked CNN if it could provide me any other examples of CNN.com publishing the same sentence in multiple stories by different authors, and posed the same question in an email to Virginia Moseley, the CNN executive editor who, according to the website, “oversee[s] international and domestic news operations across platforms.” I didn’t hear back about this.

This copy-paste job is journalistically problematic for a number of reasons. For one thing, it suggests that CNN has decided, at the editorial level, that its institutional stance is that youth gender medicine is “medically necessary” and “evidence-based.” While they’re being used somewhat colloquially in these articles, these terms have fairly specific definitions in certain medical and legal contexts, and treatments only qualify for such designations if they have exceeded a certain evidentiary benchmark based on solid published research. That is not the case here — far from it, actually. As written, this is a deeply misleading sentence.

The language also puts CNN writers in an awkward position. Does each and every bylined author of these stories believe that youth gender medicine is “medically necessary” and “evidence-based”? Maybe they do (which would be disturbing), but the fact is that they didn’t write these sentences — they, or one of their editors, grabbed that language from somewhere else and pasted it in. They are effectively outsourcing their own judgment on a hotly contested controversy to their employer. This is not what journalists are supposed to do, and, at the risk of repeating myself, it’s significantly different from a reporter rolling their eyes when using language like “undocumented immigrant” or “sex assigned at birth,” rather than their own preferred verbiage. Those are rather small-stakes linguistic quibbles, different not only in degree but in kind from the question of whether or not youth gender medicine is medically necessary and evidence-based. And it goes without saying that a CNN reporter who does develop doubts about youth gender medicine is likely to be deterred from investigating further by the fact that their bosses have already decided that this is the way they’re going to cover this subject — say the line, Bart. Why bother?

It’s a pattern, unfortunately. Many outlets dug themselves into a deep hole on this issue by simply acting as stenographers and megaphones for activist groups rather than doing their jobs. And now that there is ever-mounting evidence undercutting the loudest activist claims, climbing out of this hole is going to be awkward. But there’s no other option, really. Because right now there’s absolutely no reason to take CNN.com seriously on this issue — the site has proven, demonstrably, that it doesn’t take itself seriously on this issue.

1 The sentence doesn’t specifically mention youth gender medicine, but that’s clearly the context in which it was presented. The sentence wouldn’t be accurate as applied to adult care either, anyway — an independent systematic review commissioned by the World Professional Association for Transgender Health came back with rather dismaying results about the quality of research there as well, more info on which here.

It's nothing but a religious recitation.

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