#LET HER BE HER OWN WOMAN AND LET HER THINK FOR HERSELF WHAT IS WITH ALL THE GIRLS THINKING OF WHAT THE BOYS WOULD DO IN THEIR SITUATION

[misspookiehere]

HE TAXED HIS PEOPLE TO DEATH? His provided lots of flexibility in his tax system.

When Lucien was explaining Feyre he said if they don't pay in 3 days Tamlin is expected to hunt them down.

But during tithe Tamlin said they have 3 days or the offer double next tithe. He don't want to hunt them down.

Plus they can literally give anything. Money is not necessary.

Girly thinks Rhysand have a tree that grows money or maybe they got occasional money rain in Velaris. Huh? How do you think he is running his court.

THE WEIRD ORGY FESTIVAL?

Lo jiii now their fae tradition that they've been doing for thousands of years is now suddenly Tamlin's fault.

SOMEONE HAS TO GIVE THEMSELVES TO HIM?

Girly make it seem like he is dragging women to sleep with him. All the women participating in Calanmai is there on their own.

LOCKED HER IN

Yes he locked her in, biggest mistake but did he controlled what she eats?,did he forced her to do physical training?,did he forced her to work with no salary? Did his people in the mansion was verbally lashing on her? When she locked Nesta in the name of therapy they forced her to do all of these things.

Pls don't start saying that in Nesta's case all these things helped her. Bcoz in Feyre's case staying in the mansion will make sure she is still breathing. Do I need to remind you that Attor & Hybern were still lurking in the SC borders ready to snatch her any moment they got. Yes in SC borders bcoz at this point everybody knows she is in SC they don't exactly have to find her. They are more closer to her than she thinks.

GAVE HER SISTERS TO HER ENEMY?

I thought this one is clear. Looks like I still need to talk about this. Tamlin & Lucien didn't know about Ianthe's plan. How did Ianthe know about her sisters? Almighty Feyre herself told her in details.

And also didn't they visited her sisters when Rhysand was fully aware that Attor was tracking them. And then they invited those Queens who betrayed them later in the same house.

And don't even think about saying If Tamlin hadn't made that deal none of these would have happened bcoz he made the deal after Ianthe was already in the SC. That woman has her own agenda so it doesn't matter if he made the deal or not she still would have carried out her plan.

And also Tamlin's deal was not only to bring Feyre back. 1st of all the deal allowed him to spy on them and 2nd the other part of the deal was that he'll allowed them to cross the wall if they don't attack anyone in SC. Let's just say What if he hasn't made the deal then the war will still happen, they'll still cross the wall, the first court they'll attack will be his but without the deal they'll kill each & every person in SC. I would say it was a thoughtful idea but unfortunately not everything thing was fulfilled.

(putting this here bcoz I commented it somewhere & atleast 10 people said they don't remember & even more people said that this never happened & that I'm a crazy girl making fake scenes in my head)

NEVER TREATED HER LIKE AN EQUAL?

okay fine he didn't give her HL title (the title that didn't even existed) but he was marrying her in front of his people that means he is basically introducing her as the lady of SC ( if not HL) to his whole court . That still gave her lot of power plus respect. 

What exactly Rhys did? Married her privately with only one witness ( I'm guessing) that is the priestess. And then he introduced her as a whore in his court.

THE WHOLE COURT NEEDED TO BE RECONSTRUCTED BY A COMPETENT LEADER?

What kind of leader? Like Rhysand?      Haah Funny coz that dude can't even rule the other half of his court properly.

[nostalgicmiscellaneous]

In today's "Are we watching the same show?" episode. There is a minority but loud voice complaining that somehow Penelope and Colin's friendship is only told and never showed to us. Say what? S1 and S2 ON SCREEN Colin and Penelope discuss trust, dreams, their aspirations, they banter, dance together and talk about love, even about love. Colin exchange letters with her ( a girl that is not his family member), this a boy and a girl in the 1800s having this connection and he takes what she says to the heart to a point where it's her who inspires him to travel because she said something to him. Colin listens to her talking about her freedom & dreams in S2 in a scene where she makes him feel important and he looks at her with pure and utter admiration and it's there, all there. At the end, as still immature boy with other men around, he denies having interest on her beyond of a friend, with poor choices of words. Then we start S3 and he's upset she is not answering to his letters anymore, when even his family ignores his letters and he used to take it well, he misses her. It happens what we know and confronted with what the hurt he caused her, he apologises and clarifies it was about his own insecurities, not her, never her because she's warm, and clever and someone he admires and wants in his life, because with her he actually feels appreciated, she hears him, knows him, and she also didn't fall for the charm facade. Colin not only says things, he acts on. He tries with actions to make it up for her to give what she wants, even if he actually is not really pleased that she's seeking a husband ( and ofc it's about his own feelings for her here, but i digress) and he goes to teach her that she's wonderful, charming, attractive to any men. As i said before, his lessons is all about Colin telling her how he sees her and OH BOY, he sees her as someone wonderful for he thinks she only needs to be herself to get any husband she wants. So don't even try to say Colin was ashamed of that woman. He seeks her, He flirts with her, he remembers exactly how they met, he never was upset to be with her everywhere. When he thought her cousin was hurting her life ( let's be real, it was for Pen that he was more worried about the Featheringtons), he confronted the man and made sure to tell her he'll always protect her because Pen is special to him. When we grow up with someone, and specially someone younger that we relate in our minds to our baby sibblings it takes some mental adjustment that we even deny and supress some feelings when things start to change, to see them as men and woman take a bit of time, change, maturing and acceptance to feel it's right. Colin breaks every social rule with her because he's so close to her and she feels so much his in a sense that he doesn't see what's wrong in the way he behaves around her - that he doesn't around other women. And when his friend asks him to kiss her, he's reticent because he's afraid of losing her when he clearly is already starting to realize how he actually loves her, and because they are so in tune usually, it messes with his mind that the kiss of realization meant nothing to her, as he perceives. It drives him nuts. Again, we are talking about 1800s young adults, not 2024. Learn what friendship between Men and Women were. If their friendship had taken any further steps, they would have to end up making out in a public fashion and get marry....oh wait....

[hype-blue-fixation]

RadioRose Week - Day 4 Roses/Smiles - Giggles On Air

Rosie gives Alastor's broadcast the energy it needs using some tickles and tender love

SFW! About 1700 words

It was nearly time for the nightly broadcast, but tonight would be a bit more…high stakes. For weeks Rosie had been begging to be a part of a broadcast, and the host had a creative way of incorporating her. The rules were simple.

1. Don't interrupt while he's speaking.

2. No hard touches or grabbing.

3. No pain or sudden distractions.

After he took a seat, Rosie sat under his desk. Resting her hands on his knees and leaning her head on his thigh. “I bet I can make you start whining in 5 minutes.” She said with her signature grin.

Alastor's expression couldn't be more flat. “Of course you can, darling.” His tone sounded dismissive as he shuffled his papers and flipped on the switch. “Good afternoon wayward sinners!” 

The broadcast began. First with the usual announcements for upcoming events in the pentagram, with a biased highlight on CannibalTown. Rosie smiled up as he babbled on about the wonderful things and lathered her little corner of Hell with sweet words. Her hands on his knees began scratching soft circles. His leg jumped a bit at the touch, but overall went unaffected. That didn't stop her from doing the loving gesture on both sides at once.

Her hands slowly crept behind his knees. Once again making his legs shuffle strangely, but nothing beyond that. If anything, it sounded like he was getting more relaxed in his words. Speaking with extra enthusiasm and energy. Shooting glances down at her. Challenging glances that dared her to do her worst already. As much as she would have loved to start humbling that attitude, she was a woman who understood the reward of patience and strategy.

The teasing walked up his thighs and rested at his hips. Scratching away at the divets that were so beautifully easy to reach through his high-waisted pants. His hips did a small dance at the initial touch, but he was able to steel himself. Keep his body still and his voice going. Rosie raised her brows playfully. “They can't hear me, can they?” her voice barely rose above a whisper but it was enough for Alastor’s ears to flick towards it. He shook his head at her. Beautiful.

“Since they can't hear me and I'm not interrupting you…” she talked, making it sound like she was speaking to herself, “I still think I can make you whine soon. I know the spots that make your mind turn to mush. Like your pretty little tummy…especially that belly button.” His stomach instinctively sucked in. A full body jolt as she gently rubbed over it. “Shh, shh…I'm not that mean. I'll save it for last.”

Alastor shot her another glance. This one more annoyed than anything. 

“What's wrong? Do you wish I'd go for that first? I can always change plans.”

As her hands snaked to the sides of his belly, he flew to grab her wrists. His grip tight, but not enough to distract from his lovely broadcast. His voice was chipper as usual, laced with cheesy humor and faked laughter at his own terrible jokes. 

“If you let my hands go, I could make you laugh for real. Really sell it for the audience. Not that fake thing you do to make it seem funny.”

His annoyed glare sharpened. Hands did not let go.

“But I'm a woman of my word. Belly last. Right now I wanna explore somewhere else.”

He allowed her to travel up his sides. Fingers spidering slowly as they climbed. A slight shake came into his voice as she neared under his arms, though not enough for the average listener to tell a difference. Her touch went back and forth right under the spot. A single claw occasionally ventured out slightly further under the arm to make their victim twitch in his seat.

All of a sudden they slid fully on the spot. His arms clamped down in retaliation as his voice cracked for a second. Something he brushed off with a polite “excuse me” before blabbing on. Rosie's claws wiggled in their prison. Slowly tugging the corners of his smile up until it could be heard in his words. 

“Now you sound like you're actually happy to talk about the news for once!” Rosie chimed. All she got in return was a kick under the table. That didn't stop her. The tickles kept building up until he was twisting away in his seat. Her hands followed. The broadcast went on. 

A few laughs escaped in a place that sounded naturally appropriate when making jokes about the latest VoxTek innovations. As much as Rosie would've loved for the tickles to interrupt his show, she decided that was good enough for now. Her hands moved back down his body, down his legs, settling on his shoes. “You look so handsome with your smile! It's a shame nobody can see it. But when I get my hands on your pretty hooves, they'll be able to hear it. Loud and clear.”

Alastor awkwardly twisted in his chair to get his feet away from her. Even reaching down to claw her arms away. But she was stubborn. Persistent. To the point that he would sound bad for the audience if she didn't get her way. So he gave up and decided to take it. He could take anything, after all. Some tickles weren't going to derail his show.

The shoes came off, and Rosie lightly clawed over the top. Loving how his shoulders raised and smile turned almost up to his eyes. Now he was narrating the murder of an overlord, and Rosie quite enjoyed the extra joyful edge to his storytelling voice. Everyone could hear the amount of twisted satisfaction that he got from recounting each detail.

Her hands slowly migrated to the underside, nails scratching into the soft part between the hoof nails and dew claws. A spot that never failed to make him bliss out. His voice became softer. Eyes fluttered. She could tell he was focusing on his breathing to continue the story coherently. It sounded like he truly zoned out and got lost in the details of the torture and the screaming. That was the little sadist that she loved so much. The side of himself that he tried to hide, but there was no holding back the giggles and smiles during tickles.

“And then…and then they couldn't fight any more. And you know what I did?” His voice trailed off into giggles as he kicked his hooves excitedly, Rosie letting go for only a moment. “I took my knife, sliced their throat, and watched them choke and die on their own blood!” 

Alastor was beginning to go into manic laughter all on his own, but Rosie couldn't help but contribute. She quickly jousted her fingers into his ribs, roughly tickling and vibrating in between the bones. His laughter rose in pitch and energy. Her smile widened, too. Pearly white daggers glistening bright. After a minute, her hands slipped off to give him a break. He gasped and hiccuped for breath. Taking quite a while to recover. 

“Ah, that was a good one! Now it's onto the last part of our broadcast. How about we end the night with some jokes?” He raised his brow at Rosie. Once again daring her to do her worst. But he couldn't have prepared himself for the evil plan inside her head. 

The first joke.

“Why did the spy cross the road?”

A dramatic pause.

“Because he never was on your side! Ahaha!” 

After his half-baked laugh, he looked down at Rosie seeming somewhat annoyed. As if he expected her to tickle him as part of the punchline. Oh well, the show must go on.

“If a child refuses to nap, is he guilty of resisting a rest? Ohoho!”

No tickle.

This time he looked downright offended. She was simply staring up at him from under the table, a cheeky grin pasted on her face. She reached for his shirt and lifted it up slightly to reveal his belly button. A happy chill ran through his body as he prepared a third joke. Excitement laced in his voice, but a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“This one's a bit of a story! So there was a man named Mr. Jordan, and he saw the little boy next door burying something in the ground and crying…”

As he told the story, his voice suddenly hitched. Rosie leaned into his belly and covered it with gentle kisses. On the left side, trailing to the right. Then going from the center waistline and pecking up to his belly button. The kisses were warm and gentle, making his mind melt until he nearly forgot his joke. But the show must go on! Kisses would not stop him.

“He called out ‘Top of the morning to ya! What are you up to?’ and the little boy wiped his tears and said ‘I buried my gold- gold- g-’”

Suddenly Rosie's tongue pressed into his belly button and ate it in a sloppy kiss. More kisses turned into soft bites, shocking his body with all kinds of warm, fuzzy feelings. So overbearing that he couldn't think or talk. Only smile. Laugh. Be cute and dumb.

“Goldfish- Ohhh-”

More nibbles and licks around his furry tummy had the denizens of Hell listening to a new kind of broadcast. Nothing but the happiest of sighs and ticklish whines.

“You can finish telling everyone your joke, sweetie.” Rosie encouraged between kisses, “Surely my lovins aren't making you blank out that hard?”

But they were. Just when he thought he could go on, another shock of tingles would melt him back into his chair. Part of him wanted to beg for it to stop, the other couldn't get enough. His hands came down, one on her head and the other on her shoulder. Squeezing her closer. Grabbing onto her with each new wave. His joke lost in the whimpers and giggles of sweet bliss.

Eventually he managed to speak. 

“Tune back in tomorrow for the punchline! That's all folks!” 

But Rosie wasn't just a normal part of the audience. Her show continued on. A front row seat to making the Radio Demon the happiest man in all of Hell. Making him laugh and smile in ways that nobody else was privileged enough to witness.

[squerlly]

Fair Exchange Chapter 7

---"its hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember"--

Alastor x (F! doe wife reader)

The Doe-----------------------------------------------------

I was downstairs talking to Niffty, we had recently just cleaned the lobby and were taking a break. this past week has been calm, Alastor has been in a good mood and Charlie was upstairs getting ready for a meeting with heaven.

the door bursts open and I turn to see Angel walk through looking rough, he plops down on the couch with a huff and I walk over "Angel are you alright?" "Val had me doing overtime on a fucken whim, twice" "Well maybe I-" The wall explodes and I turn to see a woman in white and pink holding a bomb "Whattup hoes!!" Angel shoots up with an excited look on his face "Cherri Bomb? long time no see baby~"

"It's been fucken forever" She tosses a bomb to Charlie who walked over to see what was going on "Nope gimme that!" vaggie snatches it and throws it outside. "It's nice to see ya Cherri but I'm too tired" "You can sleep when your double dead fuckhead! you need a recharge a re-.. reinvigoration a re-" "responsible night on the town! That is a great idea" Charlie introduces herself and calls everyone for a night out together.

"Charlie I don't think-... I-.. er... I'll be right back" I rush upstairs to Alastors office knocking on the door, his shadow opens the door with a grin so wide it looks painful. he looks up from his paperwork and sets it aside "Yes my dear?" "uhm Charlie wants us to go out with Angel and everyone else for a night out but I wasn't sure if it was a good idea and I-" "yes"

I looked at him dumbfounded "y-your... I- can go!" "yes dear, you're grown you can make decisions on your own, my only concern is your safety. As long as Husk is going, he knows that if something happens to you I will have his head" he emphasizes the threat, proving his point "Alright alright, please don't be harsh on him and I'll be back later"

I rushed downstairs to catch up with the others, I waved off Charlie as she jumped into the portal for heaven tossing vaggie in with her. Pentious comes out soon after spitting and throwing his glass on the floor "Pentious, really!!? we just cleaned!"

at the club I sat next to Husk, sir Pentiouses bought everyone a drink and I picked something small. everyone stood around a table downing drink after drink while I stood next to Niffty, who had too much for the night and began cleaning the place. she runs around waisted and Angel goes after her "God Nif why are you bein such a mess!!" Niffty starts crying and Angel tries to comfort her.

"Hey, you wanna go play with the fuzzy animals..." "Y-yeah..." Angel brings her over and places her in between Husk and I while she plays with my tail and His wings "Oh what the fuck" "Just let her she's wasted" Husk huffs and Niffty sits on my shoulder while we follow Angel around.

Cherri and Angel talk about drinking more often while I sit and watch Niffty "The hotel isn't the problem in his life It's-" "Valentino" "Yeah" "No... Valentino!" He says pointing at Valentino who sits at a booth with two other girls next to him. we were about to leave when Niffty went missing again, heading straight for Valentino's booth. Angel and I run after her pushing past the crowds of people, barely catching up to her.

Angel hands Niffy to me, ushering me away to stand with the other while he talks to Val "You ain't fucking with any of my friends so once again fuck off!" Val gives him a harsh slap causing him to fall onto the ground with blood dripping down his nose. Angry I get an Idea and whisper down to Niffty "Hey Nif, you see that fluffy moth guy" She looks at me with a nod "I know how much you like bugs, why don't you go add him to your collection~" She chuckles darkly and hops out of my arms, crawling up Val's back and ripping out some of his fur. she comes back to me with a trophy and I set her on my head while we leave the club "Nice job Nif."

we walk back to the hotel, Niffty waving the fur in triumph, and Husk looking at us like we were crazy. we walked through the hotel doors and I set Niffty down to let her run off, my face felt hot but I wasn't drunk just a bit red in the face. I walked upstairs to go and check on Alastor, I opened the door not bothering to knock. I'm certain he would know I was the only one who would dare walk into his room without knocking.

Alastor turns his head with a crack and out of all the things he does that's the one thing that creeps me out. I hold in a grimace as I walk in "I was out a bit later than I wanted to be, sorry I wasn't there to prepare your dinner" "Don't worry about it darling did you at least enjoy yourself?" He stands and walks up to me, the book in his hand disappearing with a green hue "Your face is flushed, perhaps a bit too much to drink..."

he holds my chin like he's inspecting me and I don't bother resisting, with claws as sharp as diamonds he handles me like glass. it's odd... he never steps so close, he never touches me, and yet his touch is so gentle so comforting. he moves his hand higher, cupping my cheek and I lean into it without thinking, the effects of alcohol throwing my rationale thinking out the window. I didn't drink that much two glasses maybe three?

I close my eyes and the dreadful static that once constantly emitted from him turned into a soft radio buzz lulling me to sleep. I feel lifted off my feet before I finally give in to the exhaustion, waking up the next morning in my bed... with a splitting headache... and a dead rose beautifully dried on my nightstand.

I have been procrastinating this so much because when I lose motivation to write I tend to half-ass it so I waited. I know this is super short but that is mainly because I only wrote the perspective of Alastor and the reader otherwise the court with heaven would have added like 2000 words to it. Anyway, chapter 8 is being made as I am posting this and I apologize for my late updates and Have a wonderful day/night love you all!!!

-squerlly

@strippezzz @charlottesskiss @kimmis-stuff @pooplyface1423 @sakuraluna2468

[slaymitchabernathy]

Bills to Pay

“We also have this piece,” the salesman tells her, bringing out another box that holds an expensive looking necklace.

Soarynn tilts her head and considers it for a moment, then red ruby in the center of the ornate necklace is stunning, but it’s far too flashy.

She’s a simple woman, Soarynn Nightingale.

And simple women wear simple, classy pieces of jewelry. Simple as that.

She shakes her head and offers the man who’s been desperately trying to please her a soft smile, “It’s lovely, truly it is, but it’s just not what I’m looking for.”

The salesman slightly deflates but he nods, “Of course. If you’d be so kind as to take a seat over there,” he nods to a large mahogany table to their right, “then I can bring out some of our finer pieces.”

Soarynn nods once more and crosses the jewelry shop, her heels clicking on the marble floors. She takes a sip of the champagne they offered her when she first stepped foot in the establishment before taking a seat in the plush armchair.

Her legs instantly cross at the ankles as she surveys the shop that is mostly empty. Mostly empty because most people cannot afford the jewelry being sold here.

Soarynn had merely come here to browse when the salesman approached her and attached himself to her side, on a mission to find her the perfect piece to wear to an upcoming gala.

Nevermind the fact that he’ll make a generous commission should be complete the sale.

She’s getting good service either way. And good service is something a girl like her expects from places like this. Soarynn Nightingale is a blossoming young woman in her early twenties and she’s just getting used to the true finer things in life.

She used to think that the richest in Panem spent their money on things like new cars or fancy dresses. Now that she’s made her way to the top, it’s easy to differentiate between the classes of the elite.

New money spends their money on new cars and dresses, buying furniture from the most expensive stores and front row seats to the opera.

Old money—which Soarynn originates from—spends their money on things like quality champagne and education for their children. No need for front row seats when you already own a private box at the theatre.

Shopping in a jewelry store like this is a true display of wealth and Soarynn is well aware of that. Although she might have lost her parents during the war, they left her with a prosperous future along with her inheritance.

Enough money to provide for a lavish and comfortable lifestyle until she settled down and married.

The salesman appears once again, this time with a large looking case. Soarynn’s curiosity is piqued and she leans forward, letting out a small gasp when he opens the case and reveals gorgeous pieces of jewelry.

Exactly what she’s looking for really.

“Oh, they’re stunning,” she tells the man who grins as he takes a seat across from her, slipping on some gloves, “They really are,” he agrees.

He picks up several pieces for her to try on, rings, bracelets, necklaces. All of which already compliment the jewelry she’s currently wearing.

“I honestly think I’ll take it all,” Soarynn finally decides after quite some time has been spent examining the pieces. The salesman’s eyebrows slightly raise and he clears his throat, “Of course Ms. Nightingale. As for the means of payment, how would you like to make your purchase today?”

Soarynn looks over at the two glass doors that lead out onto one of the most luxurious streets in the Capitol, lined with more expensive stores such as this one.

“It’ll be here in a moment,” she says, admiring the new ring on her finger.

The salesman appears to be quite confused but Soarynn pays him no mind as he seems to realize she’s shown up without a wallet, or even a purse for that matter.

She really had stopped by just to look, but she couldn’t help herself!

“Ms. Nightingale, pardon my question, but do you have a…wallet with you? Or something to pay for all of this jewelry.”

Soarynn hums and brings the glass to her lips again, savoring the taste of champagne, “It’s not here yet,” she informs him.

“What’s not here yet?”

“My wallet.”

It’s as if his ears were burning because a moment later, Coriolanus Snow walks through the glass doors, his eyes immediately finding her.

Coriolanus Snow is a man who oozes authority. His commanding and strong demeanor cause those around him to view him as a leader, as someone you’d want to aling yourself with for a prosperous future.

It’s a good thing he’s her boyfriend.

He strides towards her and Soarynn takes a moment to admire her handsome boyfriend. He’s dressed in a heavy burgundy coat, his golden curls gelled back today. The scent of roses overwhelms her senses the moment he reaches her and leans down to press a kiss to her cheek.

“Hello my darling girl.”

Soarynn smiles up at him, “Hello Coryo.”

She then looks back at the salesman, “My wallet,” she elaborates, taking her boyfriend’s hand.

Coriolanus chuckles as he takes a seat next to her, pulling out his leather wallet, “Is that what you’re calling me these days darling?” Soarynn gives him a sly smile and nods, “A wonderful upgrade from when I used to call you my chauffeur.”

Coriolanus is ever insistent on taking care of Soarynn in all possible ways, which often includes having her driven from place to place. Soarynn doesn’t mind walking from place to place, but she must admit that it is rather nice to be driven places, putting her above others.

Coriolanus grins and shakes his head, his piercing blue eyes gazing down at the jewelry in front of them, “I thought you were just doing some window shopping today.” Soarynn sighs as if this whole ordeal has inconvenienced her, “I was, but then I popped inside and now I simply can’t leave empty handed.”

The salesman watches the young couple converse, seemingly nervous on whether or not he’s about to secure a sale. Coriolanus analyzes every individual piece of jewelry before finally nodding and pulling out his card, “We’ll take all of it.”

꧁ ꧂

Soft kisses on her neck cause Soarynn to giggle and push her boyfriend away, “Stop, I’m trying to focus,” she chides Coriolanus who is only further determined to kiss up and down her neck. She feels him grin against her sensitive skin, “I didn’t know that flipping through catalogs counted as working,” he lightly muses.

Soarynn swats at his arm and gives him a knowing look. Soarynn hasn’t worked a day in her life and since dating Coriolanus, he’s made sure that her every need has been taken care of. Should she try and get a job, he’d surely have a stroke.

Coriolanus Snow is a man who prides himself on not only being able to provide for himself, but his girlfriend as well, ensuring both of them live a life of comfortable luxury.

“Well someone has to keep this penthouse properly furnished,” she reminds him. She’s in the market for a new lamp for the living room. The old one was a victim of a rather unfortunate accident with Coriolanus and Petunia as the two main suspects.

Soarynn’s beloved cat Petunia had been swatting at Coriolanus one night when he was purposely trying to rile her up. They’ve always had a knack for lighting each others fuses and when she had lept onto the side table to get a better vantage point, both her and Coriolanus had freaked out and in the end, it cost them a lamp.

“The lamp was a necessary casualty,” he concludes, his large hand sliding up her thigh. Soarynn scoffs and side eyes him, “Necessary for what? To rile up Petunia and get on her last nerve?”

Coriolanus only offers her a boyish grin that lets her know that he has no remorse for riling up the cat, “Precisely,” he agrees, “what’s the fun in having a cat if you can’t play with them?”

Soarynn sighs and closes the catalog, she won’t be able to get much done with him being so touchy, “If you wanted an animal to play with, you should’ve gotten a dog.” They both know how much Coriolanus despises dogs, mostly due to the Dark Days causing most canines to develop rabies.

Coriolanus has told her the tale of him running into a rabid dog at the age of seven, absolutely terrified. He hasn’t been able to look at the animals the same way since. But he’s made the exception for cats it seems, or, at least for Petunia that is.

“But you’re so much more fun to play with,” he says, his hand finally reaching her covered core. Soarynn whimpers, the catalog slipping from her grasp and onto the floor. Her hips involuntarily buck into her boyfriend’s hand and that’s all he needs to feel before his lips are crashing onto hers.

Soarynn moans into the kiss, shopping long forgotten. “I hope you know how insatiable you are darling,” she says against his lips, all the while attempting to grind against his hand to get a better feeling.

Coriolanus chuckles and his other hand comes up to cup her face, “I’d say kissing me and letting me fuck you is the least you can do,” he counters, furthering the kiss by gently biting down on her bottom lip.

Soarynn moans when his fingers finally push the fabric of her panties aside and finally touch her soaking cunt. She’s always been so reactive to Coriolanus, to the point where it’s damn near embarrassing for her and utterly attractive to him.

“And why is that?” She asks with a sharp gasp following her question when she feels him sink two long fingers into her cunt. Coriolanus groans at the feeling and begins to slowly pump his fingers in and out of her, setting pace.

Coriolanus pulls away from the kiss and peppers her face with kisses, working his way down to her jaw.

Soarynn can feel her walls clenching around his fingers, her peak is growing nearer and nearer. The sounds she makes are more and more vulgar and desperate as she approaches her orgasm and she knows that Coriolanus is more than aware of her impending peak.

He uses his thumb to rub circles on her clit, sending Soarynn into a frenzy as she moans out her boyfriend’s name. Coriolanus latches onto her neck and sucks on the one particular spot that always leaves her weak in the knees and this time, triggers her orgasm.

All Soarynn sees for a moment is white before she’s finally coming back down to earth, heavily panting and twitching. His fingers are still in her, most likely waiting to go for another round.

Coriolanus Snow has never been an easily satisfied man.

He presses a kiss right under her ear before he finally answers her question, “Because I have bills to pay darling.”

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[safficranger]

Fake Scenarios In My Head #15

Casey stood in front of the mirror in her walk-in closet. Her eyes wandered over every detail of her reflection, her nervous hands smoothing the folds of her dress or flicking away invisible dust.

"Now I look like I'm going to a funeral," she said, trying to keep her voice from sounding whiny.

"I hardly think so," came Olivia's voice from the phone, which Casey had put on speaker and placed on a nearby shelf.

"Makes me look pale. Add a dark veil, and you can call me 'Widow Casey.'"

"Now you're being dramatic," Olivia laughed. "Want to send me another picture?"

"No, I'm changing!"

"Or should I come over?"

"Can you please stay on the phone a little longer?"

"Sure." It sounded like Olivia was holding back a sigh. Casey felt a pang of guilt for keeping her friend on the phone so long.

She pulled out another dress and stepped back in front of the mirror, holding it up to her body. "Okay, this one... it's... blue. Do you remember the wedding last summer? I wore that dress."

"I remember, yes. A very nice dress. Blue always looks good on you!" Olivia's voice came over the speaker.

Casey turned from side to side, critically examining herself from all angles. "I don't know... It just doesn't feel right."

"Casey, what's really going on?" Olivia finally asked. "It's not just the dress, is it?"

Casey paused, her eyes meeting her own reflection. She swallowed hard, and her voice was barely a whisper as she replied, "I think I'm scared. I feel out of place. I don't belong at fancy dinner parties."

Olivia's voice was soft and reassuring. "You're worrying too much. Everything will be fine. You're amazing, and everyone will see that. Trust in that."

Casey took a deep breath. "I don't know, Liv. A gala dinner with cocktails afterward. What does that even mean?" She spoke faster, her voice growing more anxious with each word. "Why did Alex even invite me? I'm just going to embarrass her. I'm Cinderella in a stolen dress."

"Casey, you're exaggerating. Don't sell yourself short. You know Alex wants you by her side because she loves you."

Casey sighed, fighting the nausea rising within her. "Her father will be there," she finally said quietly.

"Oh," there was a brief silence on the other end of the line. "Now I understand," Olivia finally added.

"What if I'm not good enough?"

"Alex loves you, and her father will see that too. It's understandable that you're nervous, but you have nothing to fear," Olivia replied sympathetically but firmly.

"I... know." Casey's thoughts swirled, and she couldn't bear to look in the mirror any longer. "I... need a shower. I'll call you back later." She put the phone back to her ear. "Thank you, Liv."

"You're welcome! Let me know if there's anything else I can do," Olivia responded gently. "And please, don't drive yourself crazy."

Casey ended the call and closed her eyes for a few moments. Taking deep breaths, she tried to control the nausea and at least slow down her thoughts.

"Olivia is right, love."

Casey froze, her back still to the door, startled by her girlfriend's voice.

"How long have you been standing there?" she asked uncertainly.

"Long enough." Alex stepped behind her, gently wrapped her arms around her waist, and pulled her closer. "You look beautiful in that dress." She kissed Casey's shoulder softly. "You're clever, intelligent, charming, warm, and..." the second kiss moved towards Casey's pulse point. "...did I mention you're hot?”

Casey could feel the tension in her body begin to ease. The safe embrace of the woman she loved, her soothing voice, and her gentle kisses worked wonders.

"You don't have to feel obligated to take me with you," she still couldn't shake her insecurity.

"I'm not. I invited you because I'm proud to have you by my side. Because you're my girlfriend." Alex reassured her.

Casey slowly turned around in Alex's arms so that they were facing each other. She searched Alex's eyes for the truth behind her words and found only sincere affection and love. Alex brushed a strand of hair from her smiled warmly.

"Your father... I..." Casey began, but Alex smiled gently and interrupted her.

"He's not as bad as you think. And I'm sure he'll love you."

"But what do I have to offer? I don't have a big name, no..."

"Casey, please." Alex interrupted her again. "None of that matters to my father. He's not looking for a new business partner."

"What matters?" Casey asked quietly.

"I love you! And you make me happy. That's what really counts. That's what my father really cares about," Alex explained emphatically.

"I love you too." Casey felt her insecurity slowly melting away.

"And to quote Olivia again... Don't sell yourself short. You're an impressive woman, Casey. You've achieved a lot and have a big heart."

"Now you're flattering me," Casey said with a shy smile.

"Just stating facts." Alex kissed her gently and felt Casey snuggle against her.

"Better?" Alex asked, and Casey nodded with a wide smile.

"Good Girl." Alex's lips curved into a mischievous grin. "Did I hear correctly that you want to take a shower?"

Casey blushed slightly and nodded. "Yes, I thought it would help me relax."

"How about I join you and make sure you really relax?" Alex's voice was soft and seductive.

[dippedinmelancholy]

For all there is to complain about ACOSF - I am certain huge portions of it were taken out and rewritten. Particularly in regards to Mor. There's a reason the Christmas Special has a focus on Mor, in her perspective, with her memories and emotions. She has a particularly sharp dislike of Nesta, even going so far to say Nesta should be locked away where women are raped, sold, and are viewed as items, not people. She says Nesta would fit right in, but the unspoken bit here is that Nesta DESERVES such treatment for her "viper's tongue", because lets be honest. A cruel tongue is literally the worst of Nesta's sins. She never goes out of her way to hurt anyone, she doesn't care for it, nor does she have a taste for it. Of all the people to talk to Cassian after Nesta initially arrives at the HoW, it's Mor. Not Feyre, to check on how her sister is adjusting. No, it's Mor, who scoffs and laughs at Nesta taking a depressing nap (because that's exactly what it is, at least when you're asleep you don't need to be in your own head). And then. . . nothing. A huge gap between this, and Mor being the one to teach Nesta the Hewn City dances, which doesn't get it's own scene. Nothing between this and Mor requesting to come see Nesta and the priestesses train, and Nesta saying the other girls would like that. It feels so empty and weird that there's no scenes between this. When there clearly could have been some kind of written scenes to show development between Nesta and Mor, especially since Nesta has SO MUCH in common with how women in Hewn City are raised. Her virginity prized and used to secure a marriage, her mother grooming her, her father borderline abusive, being a survivor of SA herself, being willing to sell herself to Tomas to keep her family alive because it was all she had, her body, her virginity. Then, Nesta recklessly fucking the first person she can with no feeling, because in the land of the fae, her body has no worth now. A purposeful scene between Mor and Nesta rather than yet another meaningless smut scene, maybe even directly after Kelpie tried to SA Nesta, followed by the learning new dances scene, could have done so much. It could have proven to Mor that Nesta doesn't want to hurt Cassian, she literally never has. A mirror reflected of the brutality of being a woman, human or fae. An understanding that a mask is just that, a mask. It could have given worth to the "friendship" of Cassian and Mor, rather than Mor is just pissed Mor isn't her plaything anymore. I think that's my core problem with ACOSF. It feels as though so much else could have been written at one point. Instead, there's so much that we're just supposed to accept as "This is how it is now, problems gone!". ACOSF really leans on telling instead of showing, which makes it a really horrible read in a world building way, especially since CC3, and more than likely more books in the future, intertwine with these characters so much, expecting you to believe in them and their bonds.

[crazycurly-77]

Hey, Ms. Secret Service! - Chapter 1 

Working at the NCIS as a pilot you met a bunch of strange and slightly crazy people. 

Tim was unfortunately shy, but so cute! Since he was the probie in Team Gibbs he was pranked by his teammates Tony and Kate very often. 

Tony was very good looking and a womanizer, but in all honesty, he didn't get as many women as the teamleader Gibbs.

That one was a silver fox, which talks rarely, but had a quick mind and very fascinating ice blue eyes. 

A woman was a member of the team, too. Her name was Kate and she always seemed to have to prove herself. At every opportunity she tells the people that she was approved yankee white and was handpicked to protect the president in the secret service. Oh, man. 

She could be nice, if she wanted. But most of the time she bickered with Tony and was a little bit arrogant, as if she was the best of the best. To that you only rolled with your eyes. 

Yes, she protected the president, but the others were really good, too. 

And you? You were just a trained pilot who flew several missions since you completed your pilot training. Your duty was to fly the people in a dangerous place or to fly them out of there. Okay, you had just done that multiple times, but that's your job. No need to get pretentious. 

In this point you were like Gibbs. Nothing goes without coffee and you had completed numerous commitments, but you didn't spoke of them. 

So you continue to observe the team, roll occasionally with your eyes and think your part. 

One day Kate was particularly bitchy. And she was once again going on about “I was handpicked to protect the president” and looked at you as if you were a bug under her shoes. 

Gibbs seemed to like her, so you tried to keep your calm. But every person has a point of no return and explodes. 

So you just looked up at her and said coolly “that's nice. But I don't want to be yankee white. I'm only here to fly your asses out of dangerous situations and that's enough for me.”

“You are very self-confident yourself!” she immediately argued. To that you narrowed your eyes and answered “yes. Yes I am self-confident. Because if I am not self-confident up there, I am dead. And with me my possible passengers.”

With that you sipped from your coffee, turned and walked back to your desk. Leaving Kate standing behind you and gaping at you like a fish. Nobody said a word and there was a lot of tension in the air. 

Gibbs stood slowly at his desk and looked at you both “any problems?” You both answered “no” shaking your heads, so he said “good” and sat back in his chair again.

An hour later you packed your things. Seeing that, Tim asked “Y/N, where are you going?”

“Flight Training. Today with an airplane, because the helicopter needs to be repaired. You wanna come with me?” you answered. 

He considered “yeah, I would very much like to go and watch.”

Turning to Gibbs he asked “Boss?” 

Gibbs looked up considering the question and said “good idea, McGee. Since we have no case to solve at the moment, we are all going to watch. Tim, get the truck. Y/N, you with me. Let's go.”

With that he threw the keys to Tim, got his own keys, gun and badge and walked towards the elevator with everyone running behind and following him. And so you all headed to the airport. 

The drive to get there was mainly silent as it was always with Gibbs. But just as you pondered why you had to drive with him in the car and how it had come that now the whole team was watching you, he said “what are you training today?” 

Surprised you answered “landing with a standing engine and getting out of a spin. Haven't trained this for 3 months.”

“What plane are you flying?” 

“Today a Cessna T206H a very reliable and flexible bush plane - it's one of my favorites.” 

To that he only nodded and then you were on the airport, exiting the car and walking to the others.

But before you could say anything you heard “hey, Y/N! You ready to crash and burn?” You were greeted laughingly from your former flight trainer and now friend, who was patting you on your back. 

“Hey John! Of course! I'm as ready as one can be” you greeted back. 

“I'm taking Sally today. Is she ready to fly?”

“Yeah, you can directly start with the pre-flight check and then start.”

“That's good. You know she's the best next to the little sheep” you nodded. 

“Yeah, I know you love them both” he laughed. 

Then you took a look at your colleagues who were standing nearby and asked him “Look, since the weather conditions are really good today…think it's safe to take passengers with me for the adventure?”

John looked at Kate, Tim, Tony and Gibbs and began laughing out loud “these greenhorns? They don't look like they know what awaits them. But yeah, no problem. But make sure that they will clean the plane, when they puke because of fear.” The two of you were laughing madly. 

“Okay, see you for the instructions” 

“Yeah, I'm coming”

Then you turned to Tim, Tony and Kate looking shocked towards you and said shrugging your shoulders “what? That's normal training. You have to train this so that you know what to do, if the worst case happens.”

Gibbs only narrowed his eyes “you sure of what you do?” 

“Yes. I've done this multiple times. Sure, there is always the possibility to really crash and burn, but when you are thinking about that, you should not fly” you stated. 

Looking to Kate you smirked devilish “hey, Ms. Secret Service. Already crashed today?” 

She only blanched horrified…. 

(To be continued...)

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[arohuacheng]

k sorry i’m legitimately so insane about pei ming and shi qingxuan though. pei ming as someone who’s not just a womanizer but someone responsible and dear enough to shi wudu for That Man to essentially appoint him as qingxuan’s guardian should anything happen to him… for pei ming to take that responsibility on whole-heartedly, trying to protect shi qingxuan and keep them out of trouble and lead them on the right path even from the very beginning of the story… he’s trying to keep her out of the whole mess with pei su he’s trying to make sure that she does what she needs to do to survive in heaven (she has never learned that one needs to be cruel and unjust to advance because her brother has done all the unjust cruelty for her) he’s trying to make sure that he fulfills that trust that was placed in him and that’s all before there’s even a hint of anything that would incapacitate shi wudu. and sqx sees this and she must know at least some of it but she hates him. just doesn’t like his personality. i am out of my fucking miiiind

[makotonaegiunderstander]

do you ever go do autism crazy for something you can feel it in ur chest. like it’s hard to breathe almost it’s making you gasp for breath and jump around physically. got an adrenaline rush thinking abt Kirigiri.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Amanda Grayson with her Hubby and Stepson

[bonesrbleaching]

had the most braindead repetitive conversation/argument with my parents. buzz cuts are too masculine but if you dye a design on it it become effeminate which is bad because then you look weak and if youre weak then society falls apart (all societies ever that have fallen apart for any reason are actually because of feminine men) and we start sacrificing babies. and also all mental illness is invented because only 4 people had anxiety in the 90s and covid was made up so that we would all become gay and trans and then the government can control us better and be joe biden's little sex slaves. and also i need to keep my hair long because my father finds it attractive. what

[legendoftherisingtide]

why did the anime and the fandom reduce uraraka to just being in love with deku??

the recent chapters have truly made me fall in love with her character but im watching the anime and everything is so,, like it’s honestly whiplash

every pivotal moment for her character is because she likes deku. I loved the scene of her jumping to save him and it flashed to her family and her newfound motives. I loved to see her character being more than Deku. I loved that growth and though I was disappointed when it started mentioning Deku, I realized he was important to her growing and who she is as a person. (Although I love the manga for expanding her character past her admiration for him)

And the moment they had together as they fell was genuinely touching,, there was no blushing, no over the top crush, it was real concern and care. I loved it. It made me forget all of the obnoxious belittling of her character and made me realize that they can be together without force. It was so simple and meaningful.

The anime can make jokes that don’t include uraraka blushing! They can write an interaction between these two that shows not tells. Her immediately rushing to calm him down because she knew he lost control. The way she slapped him like how she saved him in the entrance exam and then asked if it hurt. The soft smile on her face when she asked if he was okay. The way she holds him steady as he stumbles to get footing.

It’s all so subtle. And it’s so refreshing after so much insufferable time the anime puts into pointing and screaming Uraraka likes Deku. Gosh it’s such a good moment aaa

But then it went back to cheapening her character and continuing to push her towards this arc of mundanity. She wants to be a hero that helps people!!! LET HER BE THAT!! goodness gracious stop making every single thing she does go back to deku. STOP CIRCLING BACK TO WHERE SHE STARTED ANIME PLEASEEEE

[tinylilvalery]

Shiv stans will literally think infantilising her to remove her from any responsibility of her actions is a hot take lol. Mf, Shiv is an adult like everyone else on this show, she's responsible for her actions. She's not a little feminist angel who has no agency.

[antiquarianandunusual]

“Penelope’s betrayal in Sly Cooper 4 didn’t have some secret reason, it was just bad writing” LET ME BE IN DENIAL, DAMMIT!!

[fandomsandfeminism]

Yall wanna hear a kinda funny, kinda sad story about my grandmother and hetero-normativity?

Ok, so... when my grandmother was in her 50s (I was an infant), she met a woman at the Unitarian Church. And, as can happen when you meet your soul mate, this event made it impossible for her to deny parts of herself that she had fiercely hidden her whole life.

All the drama- their affair being found out, the divorce with my grandfather, the court battle over who got the house, happened while I was a baby. Even in my earliest memories, it's just Mama Jo and Oma, and my grandfather lived elsewhere (first his own apartment, then a nursing home, then with us.)

But here's the thing- no one ever explained any of this to me. No one ever sat down and was like "hey, Rosie, so do you know what a lesbian is?" It was the 90s. It was Texas. I think my mom was still kinda processing all this, and just assumed that like... I was gonna figure it out. Don't mention it, let it just be normal. Like I think my mom thought that if she explained the situation, she would be making it weird? I dunno.

But like. In the 90s, in all the movies I had seen and books I had read, do you know how many same sex couples I had seen? Like. 0. Do you know how many "platonic best friend/roommates" I had seen? A lot. I had no context, is what I'm saying.

I literally thought this was a Golden Girls, roommates, besties situation until I was like...I dunno, 11? 12?

It was actually their parrot, an African Grey named Spike, imitating my grandmothers voice saying "Johanna, honey, it's getting late", that triggered the MIND BLOWN moment as I realized that *there's only one master bedroom and it only has 1 waterbed* when all the pieces finally clicked.

Anyway. I think it's a real important thing for kids to know queer people exist, for a lot of reasons, but also because kids can be clueless and it's embarrassing to have your grandmother be outted by a parrot because everyone just thought you'd figure it out on your own.

Anyway, here is my grandma and her wife, my Oma, after they moved to Albuquerque to be artsy gay cowboys and live their best life. They helped run a "Lesbian Dude Ranch" out there (basically just with funding and financial support. As Oma has explained "traditionally, most lesbians don't have a lot of money" so they wrote the checks and let the younger ladies actually run the ranch.)