#Vision 920

[fieldofdaisiies]

Oh Those Romance Novels

ship: Azriel x Reader type: drabble warning(s): explicit content, f o r word count: 920 words summary: Azriel decides it would be a fun idea that you read one of your smutty books to him while he…

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"And then his tongue circled her—Gods Azriel!"

Your head lolls back, eyes falling shut. Your thighs squeeze his head, but Azriel has none of it. He hums in disapproval, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. Lifting his head, the skin around his mouth coated in your arousal, he clicks his tongue. 

"None of that, baby, keep reading." He groans a little as he gives your thigh a gentle squeeze, wanting you to look at him.

And you do — lifting your head the tiniest bit, opening your eyes and meeting his eyes through a heavy lidded gaze that is clouded by desire. You could barely make out the words you were reading and now, the heat radiating from every fibre of your body makes your vision blurry anew. 

Still, you try to hold your mate's gaze. He has a vicious, almost cruel laugh on his face as he watches you, a smirk on his lips.

"Be a good girl and keep reading. Instruct me on what I have to do." He grins, and lowers his face, placing a searing kiss to your sex. You feel something in your lower belly squeeze, your toes curling. He has your legs thrown over his shoulder, the tips of your toes nearly brushing his majestic wings. 

"Azriel, I can't…" you whine, so far on the edge you can already feel the release coming. You can't focus on reading anymore, but Azriel does not like that. He does not like it when you don't behave like his good girl. And he loves to tease you. Loves to edge you, until you are a sobbing and pleading mess beneath him, begging him to give you the release you so desperately crave.

"Yes, you can." His voice is like a growl, his nose already brushing your skin. He inhales your scent, your sweet arousal beguiling his sense — he feels delirious from your scent, drunk on the feel of your soft skin against his and he can't wait to devour you, to drive his tongue into your slick cunt and like you dry. But now he waits, although he needs to call upon his restraints to hold back. He loves to hear you beg, hear you trembling, needy voice, it makes him damn hard, but it is worth it.

"Read!" His voice reverberates through your body, making more slickness pool between your thighs. 

And you decide to give it another try, trying to focus on all the words that melt into one another.

"His t-to-tongue circled her c-cl-clit and he licked—Fuck!"

Azriel flicks his tongue against the tight bud at the apex of your thighs, chuckling lowly when he hears you curse and feels you shudder beneath and around him. "Baby," he purrs, dragging his broad tongue over your slit. "Continue."

"His broad hands grab her l-le-egs and he forces them to open w-wi-wi-ider." And Azriel does exactly this. He lifts your legs off his shoulders, placing them on the bed and forcing your hips to fall open wider. And that is when his restraints are loosened and he drives his tongue into you with a force that nearly overwhelms you. The book falls out of your hand the moment the back of your head hits the pillow and you cry out in pleasure. Azriel's scarred hand grabs your thighs tightly, finger tips digging into your skin as he growls against your wetness, his tongue driving deep into you. He savours every drop that lands on his tongue, devours you fully, fully revelling in you and how you ride his face, your butt lifting of the bed. Your hand fists his hair, and he groans, his thumb coming up to toy with your clit, rubbing and pressing down to add just a bit more pleasure. 

Flecks of white and black appear in your vision as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your breathing ragged. You ride his face, grinding against his tongue, fisting the pillow beneath your head, your other hand still tangled in Azriel's silken strands. 

You tug and pull and it only fuels his passion more, feasting on you like a starved male until he pushes you over the edge, letting you ride out your high as he continues to lick you softly and places gentle kisses to your sex.

Your limbs spasm as he comes up to you, kissing up your torso, licking over your hard nipples, taking each into his mouth, suckling and tugging. He groans in delight, kissing up your neck until his lips meet yours. 

"More," you breath, body exhausted but the desire still there. "I need you again."

"Then get on your hands and knees, baby." He grins as he meets your gaze. "And this time, you do as I tell you because what you need now is a little bit of punishment." A pout graces your face and Azriel clicks his tongue once again. "You did not finish the chapter, baby and you know that I don't like it when you don't behave like my good girl."

Leaning in, he nips at your lower lip and then pushes himself up. Sitting back on his heels, he lifts you up with his strong hands and flips you over. 

You turn to look at him over your shoulder. There is a vicious glint in his eyes, he grins from on ear to the other, his shadows dancing behind his shoulders, swirling and curling and sliding down his arms. "And my bad girl deserves a little bit of punishment tonight."

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[billzoned]

Hey, I don't know if you still write, but I imagine sapnap getting angry after losing in a game and taking it out on the bed-

anger

pairing :: cc! sapnap + afab! reader

content warnings :: explicit content, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it guys), dom! sapnap, sub! reader, edging, ..marking, choking, belly bulge.., hair pulling if u squint, praise.., bjs, creampie :o

word count :: 920

author's note :: i am indeed still writing! i just write excruciatingly slow and my motivated comes in small bursts most of the time. but requests are always welcome <3

(ps.) i am horrible at writing endings, and aftercare...oopsies? :'c

NOT PROOFREAD — nsfw under cut.

sapnap is one to get just a little bit...angry if he loses in something. it doesn't matter if it's a video game, or anything else– he'll get irritated. to make it oh so much better– he takes his anger out on you every time he gets the chance.

all that could be heard throughout sapnap's room was the sound of gagging and euphoric groans coming from sapnap. after he lost a manhunt (horribly), he had decided to take all of his anger out on you– in your vulnerable state of watching youtube videos in the room next to him, he had dragged you into his own room and decided to simply fuck your throat and try to blow off some steam.

your clothes were nowhere to be found– probably thrown on the floor somewhere as your throat convulsed around sapnap's cock as he harshly forced your head up and down repeatedly. you were clearly having trouble taking all of him into your mouth. "ah, god- come on, just be a good little slut and take it, yeah?" he mocked your struggles. but he rolled his eyes, grabbed your hair and pulled your mouth off of him anyway, letting you take a breather as you coughed from the severe asphyxiation you had experienced in the past two minutes– until he pushed your head back down and continued ravaging your throat until it was sore and raw. he kept fucking into your mouth until suddenly his cum shot down your throat and painting your mouth white with a loud groan.

finally, after what felt like eternity, he grabbed a handfull of your hair and roughly pulled you off of him and carried you to his bed. "you want to be fucked, don't you?" he said as he bent down to start his attack on your neck– biting and kissing all over the flesh until your skin was littered in pink-ish red marks. the noises you were making were enough of a confirmation for sapnap, as he trails his hand down from your stomach to your thighs, and finally to your dripping cunt. he slowly drags his fingers up and down your folds until he stops at your clit– rubbing small circles rabidly and hearing your small whimpers and quiet moans fall out from your lips. you were just on the edge of release, your noises getting just a bit louder and more desperate, until he stopped all of his movements and left you with a ruined orgasm.

"you're gonna have to beg if you really want to cum, sweetheart." he said tauntingly, slipping his fingers into your cunt. you looked at him with fat tears rolling down your face, trying your best to beg. "please, sap!! jus' let me cum-! please-please, please!" you beg, your destroyed voice trembling and filled with desperation. "hm.. i may consider it.." this went on for a couple of minutes until he finally gave you what you were begging for. your legs had started shaking uncontrollably from the overstimulation of his fingers moving rapidly in and out of your pussy as the coil in your abdomen snaps. you moan aloud and your eyes roll back into your head in pleasure– vision going cloudy– as sapnap looks down at you. "there you are... good girl, good girl.. doing so well for me.." he praised, as he pulled his fingers out of you.

he swiftly pulled you to the edge of his bed, lining up his cock with your entrance and pushing the tip in, before slamming into you and making you moan loudly. he grabbed your hips tightly– so tightly that they would certainly leave bruises in the morning. the continuous sounds of skin-on-skin slapping and the sounds of ecstasy coming from both you was simply intoxicating to sapnap. he couldn't help himself– he just had to wrap his large hand around your throat like a necklace and hear your struggled moans. "take it- fuck- take it f'me, yeah?" he whispered in your ear. he looked down over your body, his eyes stopping at the little bulge pressing up in your tummy every time he thrusted in and out. his head fell back from the sight– he wasn't even sure if he could last much longer from that.

your moans increased in volume as his cock brushed against your g-spot, waves of pure pleasure flowing through your veins every time he pounds into you. he slowly trailed his hand down from your throat to your stomach, and to your clit– rubbing it rapidly and stimulating the small bundle of nerves. the two of you weren't gonna last too much longer, that was for sure. with sap pounding into you and the two of you being in a state of pure ecstasy..it was bound to end soon.

you could feel the familiar feeling of your abdomen tightening, signaling you were close to your long awaited orgasm. suddenly, with one simple deep thrust from sapnap your orgasm hit you like a truck– your eyes rolling back into your head and a loud moan falling from your lips. sap's hips were soon stuttering as he groans, head falling backwards and eyes closing as his cum leaks into you. he takes a moment before he pulls out–asking if you're okay and slowly slipping out.

the last thing you remember is him saying, "i'll be back in a minute, alright?" before seeing his blurry figure getting up and walking supposedly to the bathroom to go get a wet wash cloth to clean you up.

<3

AA I FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING I WROTE!!1!1!! it's 1 in the morning and it's not the best but hope yall enjoy! :3

[socialjusticeinamerica]

“When it was time to outline their vision for managing America’s federal lands under a future Republican presidency, pro-Donald Trump conservatives turned to a man who has spent his career advocating for those very lands to be pawned off to states and private interests.

William Perry Pendley, who served illegally as Trump’s acting director of the Bureau of Land Management for more than a year, authored the Interior Department chapter of Project 2025, a sweeping policy blueprint that the Heritage Foundation and dozens of other right-wing organizations compiled to guide Trump and his team should he win in November.

The 920-page, pro-Trump manifesto, titled “Mandate for Leadership: The Conservative Promise,” aims to dismantle the federal government, ridding it of tens of thousands of public servants and replacing them with “an army of aligned, vetted, trained, and prepared conservatives to go to work on Day One” of a Republican administration.

Pendley’s dream for the more than 500 million acres of federal land that the Interior Department manages is to effectively turn them into a playground for extractive industries — the same interests he’s spent most of his career representing in court.

In fact, when it came to the chapter’s section on energy production across the federal estate, Pendley simply let Kathleen Sgamma ― the president of the Western Energy Alliance, an oil and gas trade association ― and two industry allies write it for him.”

[stuckyrogersbarnes]

"Oh you are in trouble, Y/n stark" (part 2)

Loki smut

Warnings: Rough, edging, oral.

Word count- 920

Female reader

The next morning, you feel a soft wet sensation running up your upper thigh.You look down only to see Loki, naked, hard, and licking up your leg. "Mmm, well now that you're awake...I can finally do what I want to you, darling. Is that what you want, love?" You squirm, almost forgetting the sensation of his lips so near your wet, throbbing pussy. "Y-yes." you stutter. He lifts an eyebrow and smirks at you.

"Yes, Daddy," you cry out as his lips instantly attach to your clit, sucking it. You moan and grind your hips onto the tip of his nose, feeling the cool sensation of the tip and he inhales your scent. He grabs your hips and you hold onto his hair, tight. You continue to grind on Loki's nose, his tongue doing the work in your cunt and his nose working on your clit. "Fuck you taste and smell so good, y/n." His saying that completely puts you on edge. You shudder as your vision turns white, "FUCK!" You scream, having never felt an orgasm as such, ever before. Daddy shakes his nose and tongue against your sensitive spots. You shudder against him as your whole body contracts. 

You slowly open your eyes, your breathing is fast and intense. You look to your left and see Loki smiling, playing with your hair. "Why is your hair wet, Loki?" he looks into your eyes, "ah, look who's finally up," you wait for his answer, he chuckles, "Well, today was the first time that you've ever passed out from an orgasm, Y/n Stark." he laughs at your expression, "you squirted so hard, that it drenched the bed and me. Not that I mind." you touch his soft, delicate skin. "You're amazing," you groan and pull him on top of you. "Fuck me, daddy. hard." he chuckles again, finding you absolutely adorable. "As much as I want to, love, we must eat something or you might pass out for much longer." he grins when you frown. "Ugh, fine." you get up and put on Loki's shirt. It smelt strong and masculine like Loki always smells. The shirt reaches you till your mid-thigh. "Oof, stop turning me on even more, Y/n." you giggle as he lifts you up and kisses you, hard and rough. 

"You know what," you say, looking into the fridge, "what, darling?" you look back at him sitting on the ledge with his hard cock. He starts to rub it, unable to hold it back. You bite your lip, "i feel like something sweet, but kind of salty too. and i think i know exactly where to get that." you smirk and walk towards him, sliding his pants down. "Y/n, darling, are you sure this is a good idea?" he says, groaning. You kneel and lick up his length. You suck on his tip, he groans and pushes your head down further, you moan. "Yeah, suck daddy off. Just like that," he grunts. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your mascara starts dripping. "Fuck, Y/n" you start playing with his balls. He groans. You slide your tongue down to his balls and suck on them. "I'm going to come." he groans. You begin to suck on his tip harder. He grunts and you feel his warm, juicy come in your mouth. You swallow all of it. 

You get up and grab his hair which was still wet, and kiss him, making him taste his aftermath. You look down to see his dick still rock-hard. "Fuck me. Please, Daddy." You whisper. He grabs your hand and gets off the ledge, leading you two back to your room. "No. here. Now, please." you plead. Loki chuckles, "Someone thinks they can order me around, hmm?" You look at him with puppy dog eyes. He abruptly lifts you up and sits you on top of his thighs, "grind on my thighs, baby." You begin to slowly move up and down his right muscular thigh, feeling absolutely amazing. "Do not come until i instruct you to do so," he commands. You moan, feeling his thigh flex, almost making you come. You continue riding him, drenching his leg. "Fuck!" you exclaim as he grabs your hip, moving you faster. "Fuck. Come here." He lifts you up and pushes you down on his dick. You clench your pussy and immediately black out, coming all over his dick. "Y/n... you went against Daddy's orders," Loki looks at you seductively as you ride off your orgasm. "S-s-sorry, daddy." "Ride me, Y/n. Now." you grab his shoulders and begin to jump up and down on his cock. He groans as you moan. You feel his dick hit your G-spot, again and again. "Daddy," you moan, "i need to come." "No. get down and suck my cock until I come, twice." You nod, biting your lip in arousal. 

You get on your knees and take his full length in, something you've never managed to do before. "Did you hear something?" Loki stops you. "No," you say in confusion. "Continue, baby." he groans and rolls his eyes back as you take his length in again. You suck him, choking and gagging on his hard dick. He pushes you down further. 

You both freeze as you hear someone clear their throat from close by. You slowly look up to see Steve and Bucky standing there. Both hard...

[voxmortuus]

Hello dear, can you do a 2nd part of "Obsession" can be some dark smut with Will Graham?? Just if you feel comfortable

►PAIRING: Will Graham X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Hannibal ►WORDS: 920 ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. ►SONG INSPIRATION: Obsessed by Elle Lexxa ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Abducted reader | Profanity | Non-Con | Non-Con while sleeping | Unprotected Vaginal Penetration | Implied Breeding | Reader Struggle | Building of Stockholm Syndrome | I may be missing some, but you get a general idea, so please proceed with caution if there is anything in there that is overly triggering please let me know politely and I will make sure it is added to the list. ►NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►IN STORY DIVIDER CREDIT: @firefly-graphics ►My Master Masterlist | Hannibal Masterlist | Obsession Pt. 1

"No, no, please, You don't have anyone else. I promise. You won't want to go home after this. Relax. Okay? I'll show you." He nodded.

Shaking your head you look at him like a deer caught in the headlights. "No, no. Mr. Graham you need to let me go! Now! Take me home! Let me go! I won't say anything to anyone! Please, just let me go." You plead.

"Will, please, call me Will. I'm sorry, I cannot let you go. You'll see. You'll be happy here. You just need to trust me and let me show you." He was insistent and it was clear you weren't going anywhere.

Looking around at the chair you're tied to, and you sigh softly. "Well since you're going to keep me here, may as well take to a bed, this chair is very uncomfortable."

"After dinner." he assures you. He stands up and leaves the room.

Looking around you growl at your situation. There really isn't much you can do right now besides just sit here and look around. Looking toward the window you notice how dark it is becoming, and you're far from thrilled, you try to find a way to escape but it seems he's thought this all through. You weren't getting lose from the rope, and he could easily physically overpower you, so this was just a fucked situation you've found yourself in.

Bringing in dinner after what seemed like hours, he sat with you, and fed you dinner. He was kind, he was tender, he even wiped your mouth, but you were so ready to just stab him in the eye with that fork and get the hell out of there. No matter what you did you were stuck there, you were not going anywhere and he made that quite clear.

"Thank you for dinner, Will, it was very good. But I think after the way today went, I think sleep is in good order." You state. Mostly, you wanted out of this damn chair.

Agreeing he brought you to the room in which you would be staying, and he looked at you. He offered you something to get changed into. He went from having your arms tied up, to having you chained to the bed. He cut your pants from you so you didn't have to worry about those, and he placed the nightgown on the bed and walked away closing the door behind him.

Now you look around this room, there was no way you were going to be able to get out, windows were barred?! What the hell!? You couldn't break anything to use as a weapon, there was no way you were escaping at this point. "Fuck." you growl.

Getting dressed you climb into bed. At least that was comfortable.

Will had very quietly had made it into your room. He watched you sleep. Licking his lips his own excitement getting the better of him. He observed how soft your skin looked like in the moonlight. How you legs looked slightly parted as you slept. Your breathing, the way your hair fell. He felt his mouth water slightly as he walked to you, and lightly ran his finger lightly up your leg. You stir a moment but don't wake.

Stripping down he sneaks in bed behind you and lightly turns you into him. At first you don't react, you groan a moment, but you continue to sleep. He lifts your nightgown and presses himself against you.

Feeling himself stiffen with want, he groans softly as he begins to roll his hips ever so slightly against you. It was the moment he shoved himself inside you that you woke up and started to fight.

"STOP! NO!" You scream.

"Shhh.. it's okay." He tells you.

"I SAID NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP!" you plead.

But he doesn't stop. He wraps his arms around you and continues to thrust harder. Between crying and trying to get out of his grip you close your eyes and try to go to another place. You continue to beg and plead for him to stop, to let you go, that you won't tell anyone. But he doesn't, it only fuels his thirsty wants.

His thrusts become faster. He turns you over onto your back and you try and fight him, but he pins you down and slips his heavy cock between your legs and thrusts harder, faster, deeper. While you may not want it, you're getting wetter with the action. You begin to fight a little less, and begin to accept what is happening because there is no stopping it.

Laying there, void of emotion, silent tears leaving your eyes as look toward the window. As soon as it started it had ended. You feel him seeping from between your legs. Was this what this was going to turn into? Why you? Why were you here? Did he really love you?

The next morning he comes in, homemade breakfast, and fresh flowers from the garden outside. He opens your window, and you smell the flowers outside your window, and you hear the birds.

"Eat, you'll need your strength." He smiles softly and looks over you as he sits across from you.

You don't know how to feel, maybe this could be good right? Think positive? Maybe this will be good. You give a small smile and look down at your plate, you had to admit the chocolate chip pancakes smelt delicious, and that orange juice was inviting. Okay Will... Let's see what happens.

[nejiverse]

i read your brother denji hcs and i loved it sm

could you do more with that concept? like denji having pochita alert him if y/n wandered off too far or had gotten themselves hurt? or a scenario where denji introduces y/n to makima, power, or aki (you can pick)

thanks! keep up the great work!!

DENJI AS YOUR BROTHER P2

Im glad a lot of you enjoyed my hcs of older brother denji!! <33For this req I decides to combine both your ideas as one is similar to another req I got!!

cw: nothing much just that it doesn't make sense for Pochita to still be alive since he's in Denji or whatever but I make the rules around here and i say it makes perfect sense 😁

920 words

Denji has literally trained Pochita to alert him whenever something's happened to you or if you've run off too far

Whenever he hears Pochita barking he's instantly thinking of the worst case scenario

He drops everything he's doing in that moment just to check up on you

But this time around, he’s unable to make it to you in time..

Y/n and Denji were gone out doing some grocery shopping, she insisted on coming with him.

"Nii-chan!", she held up a packet of her favourite chips and Denji's shoulder slumped as he let out a sigh...this was one of the reasons he didn't want to bring her.

"Don't we already have that one?", he responded.

"But this one's a different flavour!".

He rolled his eyes playfully before he nodded his head to the shopping basket in his hand, gesturing for her to put it in.

She skipped beside Denji as they walked over to the till along with Pochita.

Y/n looked outside a saw a faint rainbow in the sky, wanting to take a closer look at it. She ran over near the exit of the store, Pochita immediately following after her.

"Hey! Don't wander off too far", Denji shouted. He sighed knowing that his words fell on deaf ears.

She went outside and pulled up the hood of her raincoat as it was still raining a bit. She looked down at her feet and smiled at Pochita.

"You came to see the rainbow too Pochita?", in which she got a bark back as a response.

Her eyes noticed the little puddles on the ground and she decided to make her own little game of hopping over them. She made sure that she was still in line of Denji's vision, something Denji told her to always make sure of...

Until she got distracted by a cat which scurried off into a nearby alleyway. Albeit only catching a glimpse of its tail, she was certain it was a cat.

"Look Pochita! A kitty!", she exclaimed and proceeded to slowly walk into the alley despite Pochita barking at her not to.

It wasn't until she turned the corner that she realised it wasn't a cat at all. She quietly gasped, walking backwards in attempts to leave without the devil noticing her, but she was too late.

The devil made eye contact with her which left her unable to move, little legs trembling with fear.

Pochita barked aggressively at the devil unfortunately, he wasn't much of a threat. He wasn't sure wether to leave Y/n to get Denji, what if something happened to her while he was gone?

The devil hooked its tail around the little girl's ankle, causing her to let out a scream, tears clouding her vision.

Pochita bit at the tail around her leg, but he was only lifted into the air along with the girl.

"Nii-chan!", she sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Before things could escalate any further, the girl felt her ankle being freed.

"Kon".

Y/n fell into warm arms. She didn't know whose arms they were but she knew they weren't Denji's. Either way she knew they were human arms.

She cried into Aki's chest, said man looking at his red-headed companion at his side.

"What do we do?".

"Well at least coddle the child, she's terrified", Makima suggested.

Aki would be damned if he knew how to do that.

He awkwardly patted the child's back, Makima chuckling lightly to herself.

The two adults turned around to see no other than Denji with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

Y/n lifted her head up from Aki's chest and began to cry even more upon seeing her older brother.

Seeing the devil's corpse on the ground was telltale of what happened and Denji immediately ran over to take Y/n from Aki.

"I'm so sorry Y/n", he cradled her head.

"I-i was scared nii-chan", she wailed.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry I didn't come in time".

"Makima cocked her head to the side.

"I never knew you had a younger sister", she said as Aki nodded in agreement. They certainly didn't pin Denji as the elderly brother type.

Denji raised his brows. "Ah, this is Y/n", he responded.

Denji put Y/n down and she ran over to Pochita, squeezing him in a tight hug. "I'm sorry Pochita I should've listened to you!".

She then wiped her tears and gestured Pochita to follow behind her as she made her way back to Denji’s side.

"You can barely take care of yourself, it's hard to believe you take care of her too", Aki sassed and Denji huffed folding his arms.

Y/n sent Aki her most threatening glare, hugging Denji around his waist. "Don't say that! Denji is the best big brother ever and he buys me lots of things!", she explained.

Denji rubbed the back of his head bashfully. "What can I say? I'm amazing!".

Makima chimed in with her signature grin. “Whatever helps you sleep at night”.

masterlist :)

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Trump loyalist Russ Vought pushes fascistic ‘post-Constitutional’ vision for second Trump term

Beth Reinhard at WaPo:

A battle-tested D.C. bureaucrat and self-described Christian nationalist is drawing up detailed plans for a sweeping expansion of presidential power in a second Trump administration. Russ Vought, who served as the former president’s budget chief, calls his political strategy for razing long-standing guardrails “radical constitutionalism.” He has helped craft proposals for Donald Trump to deploy the military to quash civil unrest, seize more control over the Justice Department and assert the power to withhold congressional appropriations — and that’s just on Trump’s first day back in office. Vought, 48, is poised to steer this agenda from an influential perch in the White House, potentially as Trump’s chief of staff, according to some people involved in discussions about a second term who spoke on the condition of anonymity to describe private conversations. Since Trump left office, Vought has led the Center for Renewing America, part of a network of conservative advocacy groups staffed by former and potentially future Trump administration officials. Vought’s rise is a reminder that if Trump is reelected, he has said he will surround himself with loyalists eager to carry out his wishes, even if they violate traditional norms against executive overreach.

“We are living in a post-Constitutional time,” Vought wrote in a seminal 2022 essay, which argued that the left has corrupted the nation’s laws and institutions. Last week, after a jury convicted Trump of falsifying business records, Vought tweeted: “Do not tell me that we are living under the Constitution.” Vought aims to harness what he calls the “woke and weaponized” bureaucracy that stymied the former president by stocking federal agencies with hardcore disciples who would wage culture wars on abortion and immigration. The proposals championed by Vought and other Trump allies to fundamentally reset the balance of power would represent a historic shift — one they see as a needed corrective. “The president has to be able to drive the bureaucracy instead of being trapped by it,” said Newt Gingrich, the former House speaker who led the GOP’s 1994 takeover of Congress. Vought did not respond to interview requests and a detailed list of questions from The Washington Post. This account of his plans for Trump’s potential first day back in office and the rest of a second term comes from interviews with people involved in the planning, a review of Vought’s public remarks and writings, and Center for Renewing America correspondence obtained by The Post.

[...] Vought’s long careera s a staffer in Congress and at federal agencies has made him an asset to Project 2025, an initiative led by the Heritage Foundation, a conservative think tank, to lay the groundwork for a second Trump term. Vought wrote the chapter on the executive office of the president in Project 2025’s 920-page blueprint, and he is developing its playbook for the first 180 days, according to the people involved in the effort. “We’re going to plant the flags now,” Vought told Trump’s former strategist, Stephen K. Bannon, on his far-right podcast. “It becomes a new governing consensus of the Republican Party.”

[...]

From fiscal hawk to MAGA warrior

Vought was raised in Trumbull, Conn., the son of an electrician and a teacher and the youngest of seven children. Brought up in what he has characterized as a “very strong, Bible-preaching, Bible-teaching church,” he attended Christian camps every summer. He received a bachelor’s degree from Wheaton College, an evangelical Christian school in Illinois, and headed to Capitol Hill near the end of the Clinton administration. Vought mastered the federal budget working for fiscal conservatives, including Sen. Phil Gramm and Rep. Jeb Hensarling, both Texas Republicans, while getting his law degree from George Washington University.

Years before the Freedom Caucus enforced right-wing ideology on Capitol Hill, Vought was the bomb-throwing executive director of the conservative House Republican Study Committee. His prime targets: big government and entitlement spending. He worked under Pence, then a congressman, who called him “one of the strongest advocates for the principles that guide us” in 2010. That year, as the populist tea party movement was surging, Vought joined the Heritage Foundation’s new lobbying arm. From a Capitol Hill townhouse dubbed the “frat house,” Vought and his other brash, young male colleagues tormented Republican leaders by grading their fealty to fiscal conservatism. “Russ was determined to make our scorecard tougher than others out there,” said Republican strategist Tim Chapman, who worked closely with Vought at Heritage Action. “He wanted to separate the wheat from the chaff.”

Joining the Trump transition allowed Vought to put his principles to paper. Later, Pence cast the tiebreaking vote for his confirmation in 2018 as deputy director of the Office of Management and Budget. Vought ascended to the top post in 2019. But instead of slashing spending as Vought and other budget officials recommended, Trump resisted significant reductions to domestic programs and backed trillions in emergency pandemic assistance. The national debt ballooned by more than $8 trillion. Vought blamed Congress. And he stood by Trump throughout his tumultuous presidency, as a procession of other Cabinet officials balked at breaching what they viewed as ethical and legal boundaries. “A bunch of people around him who were constantly sitting on eggs and saying, ‘Oh my gosh, he’s getting me to violate the law,’” was how Vought later described the mat a Heritage Foundation event. By contrast, Vought found workarounds to fulfill the president’s ambitions that tested legal limits and his own record opposing executive overreach and deficit spending.

When Congress blocked additional funding for Trump’s border wall, the budget office in early 2020 redirected billions of dollars from the Pentagon to what became one of the most expensive federal infrastructure projects in U.S. history. And it was Vought’s office that held up military aid to Ukraine as Trump pressed the government to dig up dirt on Joe Biden, prompting the president’s first impeachment. Vought defied a congressional subpoena during the impeachment inquiry, which he mocked as a “#shamprocess.” The Government Accountability Office concluded that his office broke the law, a claim Vought disputed.

Near the end of Trump’s presidency, Vought helped launch his biggest broadside at the “deep state” — an order to strip the civil service protections of up to tens of thousands of federal employees. The administration did not have time to fully implement the order.

After the 2020 election, as Trump refused to concede, Biden officials complained that Vought was impeding the transition. Vought rejected that accusation — but wrote that his office would not “dismantle this Administration’s work.” He was already planning ahead; bylaws for what would become the Center for Renewing America were adopted on the day of Biden’s inauguration, records show. “There’s a marriage of convenience between Russ and Trump,” said Chapman, senior adviser at Pence’s group, Advancing American Freedom. “Russ has been pursuing an ideological agenda for a long time and views Trump’s second term as the best way to achieve it, while Trump needs people in his second term who are loyal and committed and adept at using the tools of the federal government.”

Radical constitutionalism

Since Biden took office, Vought has turned the Center for Renewing America into a hub of Trump loyalists, including Jeffrey Clark, a former Justice Department lawyer later charged in Georgia with trying to overturn Biden’s victory in 2020. Vought called Clark, who has pleaded not guilty, “a patriot who risked his career to help expose voter fraud.” “I think the election was stolen,” Vought said in a 2022 interview with Trump activists Diamond and Silk. He is no longer in touch with Pence, his longtime patron, who has said Trump’s efforts to overturn the vote disqualified him from serving as president again, according to people familiar with the relationship who spoke on the condition of anonymity to describe a sensitive topic. The Center for Renewing America is among several pro-Trump groups incubated by the Conservative Partnership Institute, founded in 2017 by former senator Jim DeMint (R-S.C.). The center, a tax-exempt group that is not required to publicly disclose its donors, raised $4.75 million in 2023, according to its annual report.

As Vought and other Trump allies work on blueprints for a second term, he is pushing a strategy he calls “radical constitutionalism.” The left has discarded the Constitution, Vought argues, so conservatives need to rise up, wrest power from the federal bureaucracy and centralize authority in the Oval Office. “Our need is not just to win congressional majorities that blame the other side or fill seats on court benches to meddle at the margins,” he wrote in the 2022 essay. “It is to cast ourselves as dissidents of the current regime and to put on our shoulders the full weight of envisioning, articulating, and defending what a Radical Constitutionalism requires in the late hour that our country finds itself in, and then to do it.”

In practice, that could mean reinterpreting parts of the Constitution to achieve policy goals — such as by defining illegal immigration as an “invasion,” which would allow states to use wartime powers to stop it. “We showed that millions of illegal aliens coming across, and Mexican cartels holding operational control of the border, constitute an invasion,” Vought wrote. “This is where we need to be radical in discarding or rethinking the legal paradigms that have confined our ability to return to the original Constitution.”

Vought also embraces Christian nationalism, a hard-right movement that seeks to infuse Christianity into all aspects of society, including government. He penned a 2021 Newsweek essay that disputed allegations of bias and asked, “Is There Anything Actually Wrong With ‘Christian Nationalism?’” He argued for “an institutional separation between church and state, but not the separation of Christianity from its influence on government and society.” Looking at immigration through that lens, Vought has called for “mass deportation” of illegal immigrants and a “Christian immigration ethic” that would strictly limit the types of people allowed entry into the United States. At a 2023 conference organized by Christian and right-wing groups, he questioned whether legal immigration is “healthy” because, in a politically polarized climate, “immigration only increases and exasperates the divisions that we face in the country.”

WaPo reports that Trump loyalist Russ Vought is set to push for a fascistic "post-Constitutional" vision for second Trump term should Donald Trump get elected.

[nhasablogg]

It's camp!

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve, Robin

Anonymous said: Hi! Could you write one where Steve is messing with Robin so she straddles him and tickles his belly button? Maybe they’re at his house having a sleepover and he makes fun of her haircut?

Words: 920

Steve became suspicious when Robin didn’t want to take her hat off in the middle of july. “You’re gonna get heat stroke,” he told her, going back and forth between opening his window and slamming it shut upon realizing it was still too early in the evening for the air to have cooled down. “I’m serious, Robin, I don’t feel like driving you to the hospital if you collapse.”

She rolled her eyes, pulling the neon green thing lower down so that it covered her eyebrows. “It’s comfy.”

“It’s psychotic behavior. Did you shave your head or somethin’?” It was mostly a joke, but the way Robin tensed up made him gasp. “You didn’t.”

“I didn’t!” she was quick to reassure him, pulling a strand of hair out of the hat. “See? Hair.”

“So then what’s your deal?”

“I might’ve cut my hair myself?”

Steve waited for her to laugh and say she was joking, but no laughter came. “Robin, oh my god.”

“Listen,” she started, sitting up, legs crossed on Steve’s bed, where she was about to spend the night like many other nights. “I- it’s a gay thing.”

“Okay?”

“Shorter hair? Like short short hair.”

“Right.”

“The hairdresser never wants to cut it as short as I want.”

Steve was beginning to see where this was going. “So you decided to take matters into your own hands.”

“Exactly. But-” She winced, grabbing her hat, but not pulling it off. “But I messed up.”

Steve rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You should’ve asked for help.”

“I know.”

Her voice sounded small, which was fucking terrifying to hear and Steve found himself reaching out to squeeze her knee. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“Promise you won’t laugh if I show you?”

“‘Course not.”

“It’s getting hot.”

“Told you.”

She sighed and shoved the hat off, her hair a mess of tangles on top of her head. Steve waited for it to settle down enough before he said anything, only to promptly realize it wasn’t settling down at all. 

“Oh my god.”

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

“Woah, woah, am I laughing?” He wasn’t laughing, but that was mostly due to shock. “Robin, I- Did you try to cut layers?”

Robin nodded wordlessly and Steve mentally wondered how he could convince her to go get it fixed at a hairdresser. “It’s- nice. It’s camp.”

“Did Eddie teach you cultural words again?”

“It’s a good thing he did. I can definitely see the vision here.” He framed her face with his hands. “Way ahead of your time. A trendsetter.”

Robin snorted. “You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not! It’s-” He waved his hands around, trying to think of a word. “Cool?” The way he’d said it, slightly high pitched, laced in a question, accidentally made way for a laugh which came out at the end, and he was already apologizing by the time Robin had tackled him.

“You’re so dead, Harrington!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s not funny, it’s just-”

“It looks bad. Just say it.”

“I’m sure we can get it fixed-” He had no time to say anything else as Robin’s fingers were worming their way under his arms, nimble and strong and unbearably ticklish. “Wait, wait, I’m only trying to he- stop!”

Straddling his hips, Robin and her ridiculous haircut hunched over him, her frown slowly smoothing out as he laughed and laughed and begged and laughed. She’d caught him off guard, okay? He could totally fight back otherwise. Probably.

“Oh-kay, no, not there, come on-”

Robin had this thing where she would zero in on a spot and not move away until Steve was a puddle beneath her. This time it just so happened to already be one of his worst spots, much worse than underarms which she’d only tortured for a minute. As Robin ignored him and tickled the edges of his belly button, shoving his flailing arms away easily, Steve felt he would pay for three of her haircuts if only she stopped.

It was a good thing they were alone, because Steve’s scream could surely be heard throughout the whole house. “Robin!”

“This is what you get,” she said, finally grinning at him which was at least a bit of a win for him. “I told you not to laugh.”

“I barely did- oh my god!”

His hands being free was nearly worse, as he came close to relief and then pulled right away from it. Robin was occupying one of her own hands purely with blocking his attempts, her other dancing around his belly, but mostly keeping close to his navel. His shirt was still pulled down, but it tickled too much nevertheless.

The first time she’d discovered this particular spot was a day he could never forget no matter how much he tried. The persistent pokes, over and over again, laughing when he jumped. Embarrassing, but also strangely nice to feel close enough that this could be happening. She’d discovered many spots since, but that memory was one of his strongest.

Also maybe because Robin kept bringing it up, making a very clear reference now as she was poking at his navel over and over. His whole body jerked with each poke, his laughter becoming choppy. He felt nearly as ridiculous as her haircut. Maybe he shouldn’t tell her that though. Although how much worse could this get if he did?

She stuck her hand under his shirt and Steve found out just how much worse it could get, all right.

[steddiecameraroll]

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M - will have sexual content but no explicit smut

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WIP:

Two Roads Diverged in a Wood - 2/4 chapters - 16,310 words so far - Rating E - Eddie 1st person POV, flirting, road trip, sharing a motel room, getting together

Multichaptered:

Maybe You'll Start Slipping Slowly (and Find Me Again) - 9/9 chapters - part 2 of series - 87,218 words - Rating E - modern AU, angst, cheating, post-breakup, hurt/no comfort, 💔, unhealthy coping mechanisms, future fic, divorced Steve, DILF Steve (eventually), eventual happy ending, steddie end game

Chopped S35E21 - 10,428 words - Rating T - Chefs AU, Chopped crossover, sweetness, getting together, happy ending

I'm Thinking of the Way it Was - 8/8 chapters - part 1 of series - 86,137 - Rating E - angst, miscommunication, unhealthy coping mechanisms, post-breakup, getting back together, happy ending

It Takes a Muscle to Fall In Love - 7,943 words - Rating E - miscommunication, happy ending, pining, smut

My whole existence is flawed (You get me closer to God) - 24,124 words - Rating M - Modern and No Upside Down AU, musician Steve, miscommunication, Eddie says he doesn't want a relationship (he's the dingus in this one), Happy Ending

This is Supposed to Be My Damn Year - 52,151 words - Rating E - Eddie 1st person POV, pre and post Upside Down, explicit Eddie thoughts during smut, epilogue that could be its own fic (you might cry from joy), Happy Ending

Coming Back from Too Far Gone - 40,451 words - Rating E - 20 years later, getting together at the Byler wedding, Steve's in a bad headspace, happy ending

(*my fav*) Must Have/Can't Stand Checklist - 65,012 words - Rating E - 3 years later, Steve moved to Chicago, getting together, fluff & gooey sweetness, cuddling, smuuuut

Sometimes a Little Burn Felt Good - 48,480 words - Rating M - depressed Steve, angst, codependency, getting together, avoidance, bad communication, happy ending

Goodbye, Eddie - 13,557 words - Rating T - Eddie doesn't live, Steve copes and realizes he was crushing, depression

Why Can't We Try? - 22,339 words - Rating M - pining, Steve is bad at feelings, flirting, slow burn, happy ending

Sound of Awakening - 36,558 words - Rating M - pining, truth or dare, flirting, gay panic, jealous Eddie, happy ending

What Happens In Our Dreams - 41,702 words - Rating E (for light smut) - Steddie having prophetic visions, Vecna possessing Eddie, boyfriends, action, happy ending

Oneshots:

I Want to Know What Love Is - 1,851 words - Rating T - 1991, 3 years after Eddie moves to CA, missing each other, mutual pining, getting back together

Somebody I Used to Know - 2,399 words - Rating T - Post breakup, heartbroken, fixing it, enemies to friends, hopeful

Take the Bet - 1,348 words - Rating M - idiots to lovers, Steve thinks Eddie has a big D and wants to find out

Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand? - 730 words - Rating T - friends with benefits, confessions

Gay Obi Wan Guides Eddie's Way - 5,026 words - Rating T - Robin helps Eddie through a bi-awakening, confessions

You’re not as straight as you might think you are, buddy - 1,582 words - Rating T - delusional Steve, shocking confessions, accidental flirting

When 3 Beers Deep Ruins (fixes) Everything - 920 words - Rating M - Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve, sexual declarations, delusional Steve, getting together

Follow Your Heart - 2,275 words - Rating T - Strangers to Lovers, First Meetings, Eddie feels drawn to Steve

Ever notice a man's hands? - 2,862 words - Rating E - Finger sucking pt 1

Opposite - 1,659 words - Rating T - Steve pining, miscommunication, confessions

Two Years Too Long - 4,525 words - Rating T - Modern College AU, no UD AU, idiots to lovers, Steve is a dingus

You Can Never Know For Sure - 2,677 words - Rating T - Eddie's sexuality crisis, Robin meddles lovingly, cuteness

Your Silence Gives Me a Migraine - 4,051 words - Rating T - Tattoo Artist Steve, ADHD Eddie, Flirting, Idiots with crushes

When it's time (I'll be there) - 807 words - Rating T - 5-1, Afterlife, Near Death Steve, very very sad but sweet ending

Steve's Fantasy Live and In-Person - 4,648 words - Rating M - Stripper Eddie, Byler bachelor party, flirting

The Artist and The Hair - 6,900 words - Rating M - Artist Eddie, Steve and Robin attend a Paint & Sip event, flirting, dom/sub tones, crushing

They Keep (Just) Missing - 13,760 - Rating M - 4-1, 4 times they should've kissed, angst, pining, crushes, happy ending

The Pursuit of Self - 8,784 words - Rating M - crushes, gay panic, self-discovery

[fellpyrean]

A little snack for you, a bad (?) day for Arthur.

KiY/Arthur, 920~ words. Not canon compliant NSFW.

CWs: noncon, altar sex

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This was bad. 

Oh for many reasons; the hidden cult city that was far more inhabited than he'd thought, the literal stone altar they'd kindly shown him to, the chains, the cuffs tight enough around his wrists and ankles to bite. 

And oh, how could he forget! 

The god!

Or the thing they called a god, which filled the now eerily silent hall with golden light, its gaze boring into the side of his skull as Arthur Ignored It. 

He was hoping very very hard that if he simply didn't acknowledge the thing that must be a hallucination, because real things didn't burn to look at, then he would wake up at home! Maybe in his office, face down with a bit of drool across some important papers! He would not be chained up and helpless with an electrifying jitter scuttling up his spine that definitely wasn't getting worse as more of the god's... body tangled slowly around his legs. 

They were tentacles. He'd seen them before he looked away. Its crown, its shimmering cloak, its tangle of tentacles like a writhing thicket. 

Should have been cold and slimy but then, hah, then one coiled around his ankle as he'd squeezed his eyes shut and his breath had hitched and maybe it was worse that they were warm and wet and smooth and slid like silk against his skin? 

A whimper had clawed up his throat. Not quite of fear; not a noise he'd made since he was a fool teen having a tumble and fuck if he didn't feel like the god knew it, too. That touch had gone straight from his ankle to his cock in all ways but literal, and maybe if he refused to acknowledge that the god's slow, methodical exploration of his calves, his legs, his fucking thighs with its unnecessary number of tentacles, then he could ignore his rock hard cock, too. 

Then a tentacle slid against his cock, and he jerked his head back so hard he nearly brained himself on the altar and the fucker laughed.

It was all wrong. The way it sounded, the hands he felt press down to his forearms, too long, too sharp, and entirely unneeded as they pinned him down but - ah. He did suppose it stopped him from rattling the chains in struggle. Its grip was strong as stone. He could feel the heat of its body as it loomed above him, feel the weight of its cloak spill across his chest and its hot, wet breath on the exposed skin of his neck. 

And every godsdamned tentacle. Coiling about his legs, sliding like a million tongues laving on his skin, sparks and flame licking up his spine as they writhed beneath his clothes, chasing every flinch and shiver and bit-off whimper that rose to his tongue. 

There were too many of them. It felt far, far too good, and when he gasped, swearing and bucking beneath it as that heavy tentacle palmed lazily at his cock and his eyes fluttered open, he was treated to the sight of them all. Slick and glistening lewdly, parting and slithering and drawing him in closer to the. The abomination whose hood lingered at the edge of his vision before it pressed itself into his shoulder. Before its breath nested there, huffed against his neck, before something that was not a tongue - before dozens of them surged free of its hood and wrapped his neck in wet, wonderful flesh and Arthur swore. 

They felt better than any human touch he'd ever experienced, and he knew they would haunt him. 

That as those limbs parted his clothes, peeled him free and bare, as they pulled his hips flush to its body, as he felt his cock brushed by warmer, more delicate tendrils and then. Then felt himself drawn into its soft, welcoming core. He felt its flesh part about him, felt uncountable touches urge his cock deeper into its body and moaned low and open as it purred and sucked at his neck, as his hands clutched at tentacles that slid eagerly against his palms, as it rutted with him atop its own altar - before its entire silent, watching cult - that he would never fucking forget this. 

It was the best orgasm of his life, spilling inside its warmth. A thousand thousand cilia milking his cock, drawing his seed up like sweet honey until his balls ached and still. Still it laid him bare, still it whispered in twisted tongues in his ear as those tentacles from its hood robbed the words from his throat, from his lips as they wriggled past and claimed his mouth. Caught his whimpers as his eyes rolled back, as sparks lit at the edges of his darkening vision. Were... were they his tentacles? Was it his cock, so warm and deep and squeezed so perfectly? His hands, tracing too sharp nails across paper-thin skin in strange letters and arcane patterns? His cheeks flushed and streaked with tears, his flesh wet with a mortal's offered seed? 

Was it his bliss that dragged him down into the dark, gasping and praying, as a god slid beneath his flesh and filled him from within, his fluttering eyes such a lovely shade of gold? 

(Hello, friend.

The world is dark. 

His body feels wrong. Like too much, crammed into a single skin. 

Done with your rest already? My, how well you bear me.

Arthur cannot name the voice in his head, but then it laughs. And he knows.)

[fieldofdaisiies]

Ive been in such a mood to cry lately so if you can write a fic about azriel and the reader getting into a fight becuz of elain but by the time they reconcile its too late cuz the reader already found someone else (any acotar character) that would be great

Thank you so much for this request. I was a bit passionate writing this as something very similar has recently happened in my real life, hope you like it as it is a bit different to what you requested.

Azriel x Reader | Alea Iacta Est

type: angst, sad warnings: none word count: 920

quick disclaimer: I actually love Elain. All the negativity towards her in this story stems from the "reader‘s" anger and hurt over Azriel choosing Elain over the reader

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Your vision was blurry with tears, the back of your throat burning. You could barely make out a word of what was said over the blood pumping in your ears. Azriel spoke, his mouth moved but you couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. It made no sense. It made no sense what he said and that he even was here. All those years ago he had chosen Elain. Had chosen her instead of you. Had chosen her instead of his mate. And you had to accept it. You had to live with it even though it had shredded your heart into pieces. You had taken so long to heal and now Azriel was here to rip open all the healed wounds. 

"You don’t make sense, Azriel," you said, your voice quavering. "It all makes no sense. That you are here. What you are saying. I don't understand.”

Azriel took a step forward, wanting to close the distance between the two of you. But you stepped back, shaking your head at him.

You were so overwhelmed, so hurt, so…angry. Gods, you were burning with anger.

Sucking in a breath, you straightened up and squared your shoulders. You were not going to be weak. You were not going to show him how much his sudden appearance had startled you. How irritated you were. How much his rejection still hurt after all those years. 

The audacity that he thought he could come here after all those years and ask to you to finally be his mate…

"Answer me!" you shouted and wiped at your eyes with your the back of your hand. "Tell me why now? What is different now?"

There were so many questions you would have liked to ask: why her? Was she more beautiful? Was she funnier? Kinder? What made him choose her over his mate?

But you could hardly bring yourself to ask these questions, knowing the answers would break you all over again.

Azriel’s throat worked on a swallow and he lowered his gaze to the ground.

"I deserve an answer, Azriel. For everything. Why you left me all those years ago. Why you rejected the mating bond. Why you rejected me! Why you broke me.” You once again had shouted the last part, but it hurt so badly that he thought just because he was now ready for the bond he could have you. Like you were an easy girl—an object he could choose when he wanted to. You were happy now. You found happiness and you found the love of your life in an Illyrian male called Balthazar. Nesta had introduced the two of you after you had been so heartbroken over Azriel’s rejection of the bond. It took you so very long to grow close to Balthazar, but now he was your everything. Your husband and the love of your life.

Azriel had made his decision for Elain, it had broken you, but he still had chosen her. And now…now that this love was longer he thought he could come crawling to you and ask you to be his mate. It disgusted you. 

"I am sorry that I only realised it now," Azriel breathed.

"Realised what?" you growled, your nostrils flaring. "That your mate had loved you from the very first day she had laid eyes on you. That she would have gone to hell and back for you." 

You locked your gaze with his and stepped closer to him. "I would have given you everything. I would have travelled to the end of the world for you. I would have offered you the moon on a string. And still you chose the flowerpot."

Azriel tried to grab your hands. A weak attempt you to calm you, to make you listen to him.

"I thought we were meant for each other. That the Cauldron had made a mistake. I met her before I met you. I thought it had to be us. Three brothers and three sisters. I thought I loved Elain. I did love her," he said and closed his eyes for a long moment.

"And you don’t any longer?"

Azriel shook his head.

"Well, that is your problem then. I have made a decision snd it is final." You inhaled deeply, your fingers curling towards your palms.

"I will never leave my husband for you. I am in love with him. I love Balthazar more than anything in this world," you said, forcing Azriel to look at you. You wanted him to hurt the exact same way you had back then. Azriel’s chest constricted. It ached and so did his heart. He found it hard to breathe, to think, to fight against the tears. Why had he chosen Elain back then? Because he thought they were meant for each other. Because he had loved her. Because he had thought the Cauldron had made a mistake.

"You don’t love him. He is not your ma—"

Before he could finish his sentence your palm collided with his cheek. You both were shocked at that, but you were the first to get out of your stupor. 

"I do love him so much. And there is nothing in this world that could happen that would make me leave him," you said, trying to keep a steady voice. "He is my everything. I am sorry that I hit you, I shouldn’t have done that. But you are in the wrong. I love Balthazar."

Azriel dipped his chin and lifted his hand to brush it over the red spot on his cheek.

"I am sorry, Y/N. I know all of this is my fault. I wish I could change the past and do things differently but I guess that is how it is now."

"Yes, it is. I would like you to leave now."

A tear rolled down Azriel’s cheek, but he complied. He tucked in his wings and brushed past you to get to the door.

"Be happy, Y/N. You deserve it after how much my actions have hurt you."

The door fell shut behind him.

It was the last time the two of you had spoken. The last time you had seen Azriel—your mate.

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[railwayhistorical]

Caboose Hop

This is a southbound move on the Chicago & Alton, later GM&O, then ICG at the time of the photograph. I’m pretty certain the locale is Shirley, south of Bloomington, Illinois.

It’s interesting to note that all of the equipment here is of the GM&O, with the lead unit being former number 919, to go with Red Bird number 920 behind it, both EMD SD40s built in 1966. Bringing up the rear is an extended vision GM&O caboose.

One image by Richard Koenig; taken November 21st 1976.

[writtengalaxies]

Alone with His Thoughts

Characters: The Actor

Word Count: 920

Spicy Rating: Brief implied mentions of alcohol and self-harm

His hands curled around the edge of the table, the wood creaking under the force of it.

Maybe drinking alone this late at night wasn't the best idea he's ever had. But the Actor sold his name years ago, when the whispers slunk into his mind, telling him the truest ways to get revenge on the people who abandoned him, had turned their metaphorical knives into real ones, sinking them deep into his chest and heart.

And what price is a simple name to the cost of payback?

The photos were ones that, for most of his life, he cherished. The man he considered his best friend and brother in all ways but blood, inseparable even as they grew up in that very mansion, the house he still couldn't bear to be away from for very long. That made his betrayal all the more painful. He wasn't sure if he wanted to shred these photos by hand, burn them, or lock them away so he would never have to look at them again.

"You made your choice."

William had. He had left with the draft, eager to do something to protect them. Had said as much. So what if he had known about how much William loved Celine. So what if he knew that he was breaking his own promise to Will that they would try to win her heart equally, and let her choose on an even playing field? It wasn't even certain he'd come back alive...and so what if he had made sure William couldn't find out about the marriage by sending him on safari after safari, funding him to keep him away. So what if he was the one to shove his brother away in the first place.

The next set of photos...their wedding day.

"This wasn't fair...how could you do this?"

Despite his anger at her leaving, a part of his heart was still forever soft for her. Celine never opened up to new people easily, but the four of them had been inseparable since childhood. William had loved her because of her fierce protective nature. But he? Oh, the fiery personality and sharp tongue were up there. But so was the very gentle way she always cared for all of them. Not like a mother would, oh no. He would never delegate that onto her, but the way she after she would verbally tear apart anyone who came after her twin, she would take the time to mend whatever wounds had been placed into his heart. She made sure to handle the darker side of life with fire and wit, to keep Damien happy.

The pressures of being the children of politicians made the twins ill-equipped to handle the barbs of others their age, and they were also complimented as mature for their age. He hated that, he always hated how these adults had placed those burdens upon shoulders too small to handle them.

So he had done his best to make her smile. It meant making a fool of himself, but her wide smile and loud laugh was always worth whatever fleeting embarrassment he had.

He just...hadn't been enough to convince her. Maybe he should have listened when she told him that the house made her uneasy, that she didn't like who he became when he spent too long in its halls. 

"...Do you hate me now?"

The annual photos, the last photo taken of any of them together, sat alone. Just himself, and Damien.

Out of all of them...maybe Damien had deserved this the least. He hadn't known anything of the drama, of the betrayals and backstabbing. He had been distant, working on doing something with his life in a way the rest of them didn't. William only knew how to brandish a gun. Celine's visions and haunted stares unsettled too many. He only knew how to put on a performance.

Damien was fighting an entire political structure alone. He was trying to make the city they lived in as good and great in reality as it had been in his mind.

And look where it got him. Forever not picking sides, only taking what he was handed, doing whatever anyone asked of him. If he hadn't been coddled, if he had stood up for himself for once in his life, maybe he wouldn't have had to become a villain in this story! Maybe Damien should have done something more than accept things. But even then, the one time everything was laid out perfectly, where he'd have to point a finger, just go along with the obvious answer, he didn't! And when it was finally laid out for him exactly what his beloved twin had lead him to, he refused to accept how she had betrayed him too!

The Actor snarled, anger rising in him like it always did when he thought about how the world refused to see how he had been wronged. And why couldn't they? Why couldn't they see that he was the victim from the start?!

So what if he was the one to push them all away in the first place? So what if he refused to reach out before each of those attempts that didn't keep him down. So what if he was the one to blame for everything--

The rage was snuffed with a chill of ice.

He slammed his hands on the table, turning on his heel.

The Actor didn't need to think on trivial matters like the past.

He had a show to write.

[annaofthenorthernlights]

You make me rainbow

Encanto fanfic, shipping Pepa/Felix Madrigal

rated G, Words 920

The late teens

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Hi there! This is my very first attempt of an Encanto one-shot, shipping Felix/Pepa. I like their sparks and maybe I will give it another try, getting better in drabbling something for them in the future. However, I hope you enjoy this little innocent late teens fluff!

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He did not seem to mind.

In fact, he was the only one who would not scold me for losing my temper and not handling it the better.

But why had it to be controlling the weather that I was gifted with? It was burdening at times. I mean, it is nice to produce sunshine, and everybody is happy to sunbath and play in the open with the warm rays tainting their skins and making them feel good.

But there were those days when I felt miserable, or tired, and then, the slightest incident made me explode and the result? A cloud, rain, or worse, thunderstorm….

And Mama would not tolerate it, frown at me, and tell me to calm down and relax.

But it was so difficult, and still, I wanted to please her, make her proud of me…

Maybe it would get better when I turned older, wiser, more known to life?

And that other day was no better.

And I had hoped that Mama would allow us Madrigal children to get tutored privately, not being exposed in public school. But she said that we get treated as all the other children and to mingle with them was important to get to know everybody in Encanto.

I felt embarrassed so many times. I mean, Julieta could easily heal a bruised knee on the schoolyard. She was making others feel better. Bruno was making the other kids go all obsessed with his adventurous visions. He was the mysterious guy with prophetic skills. They were magically gifted heroes. And me? When I got teased, I started raining, and then they laughed… Only when I then freaked out and showered the schoolyard with an unstoppable hail shower, everybody started screaming and running wildly inside. The result? I got scolded for risking the other kids catching a cold… It was a vicious circle.

I did not want to go to school. Until that one miraculous day.

I sat in class with drenched skirt and hair, once again, miserably glaring down on my desk, watching the raindrops crashing onto my book, and the lines got blurred. Certainly, my tears were not really helping to save the disaster, when I felt something warm, gently wrapping my shoulders, and I noticed a poncho covering my wet body.

“Hey, Pepa. It´s already autumn and you should not fetch a cold. You might suffer harder from a runny nose than any of us? I am worried for your health."

Felix!

He was such a dear. Always considerate and yet, not taken fully earnest himself because he was slightly chubby and rather small. Not necessarily the Don Juan from the fairy tales. But I did not care. Felix was genuinely a friend.

And I was no sleeping beauty, either…

Since then, Felix had walked me home, had helped me with physics since I did not get it. In return, I helped him with Spanish grammar. We were a good team and we understood each other so nicely.

And then, there was this day when our teacher announced a test. A test! About the physical terms of a rainbow. I hated it. I didn´t understand it. And everybody shook their head. I should be totally the professor on that topic. But I wasn´t, and it made me furious. In turn, I produced a thunderstorm, in the middle of the classroom.

Julieta tried to sooth me with her pie, Bruno tried to give me a pleasant prospect of my bright future where physics-test wouldn´t matter anymore. It did not help. I simply felt anxious, embarrassed, and frustrated. And most of all, misunderstood… And like always, everybody left me alone, out of sheer helplessness. Of course, I could not blame them, and I covered my face in my arms on my desk, the dark cloud above me my only companion.

“Hey!” a soft voice echoed through the wind in my ears and a gentle hand was stroking the back of my head, “you can do it. Remember how you explained to me the process of a rainbow near the riverbank on that sunny afternoon?”

Felix did it again. Only that I had no idea of how he did it. He calmed my nerves and temper only by… being there.

Instinctively I lifted my eyes, and the smile that I met was the kindest. My heart leaped and my belly flipped. And then I knew it. This man was the completion to my magic. The only one who made me handle it!

I brushed that nasty cloud away and smiled back at him.

Felix took my hand, and the touch was thrilling. I flung my arms around his neck and pecked a kiss to his soft cheek. It felt so nice, so… home.

“Thank you.”

“Pepa, don´t you know how lovely you are? You need not be so nervous. But know that I will always be there for you.”

“Oh…. Why? I am such a temper, and you risk of getting drenched.”

His smile captivating, he pecked a kiss directly onto my lips. It was incredible, and I felt like melting into that voluminous and yet so sturdy figure.

“Because I love you.” Felix shrugged shyly, but still running a finger along my cheekbone.

And then, everything seemed unimportant and the surroundings dissipating in meaninglessness. I was not aware at that moment what happened, but my complete core calmed, and my heart grew warm with… oh my gosh… love!

And then it appeared above us both… miraculously.

“Felix, you make me rainbow!”

[florensewatchclub]

Patek Philippe Nautilus, storia di un orologio senza tempo. 

Immagine che ritrae la pubblicità del Nautilus negli anni 70'

Ispirazione

Patek Philippe è azienda svizzera produttrice di orologi di lusso, tra le più antiche e prestigiose del mondo. Il modello Nautilus nasce nel 1976, Ref. 3700, grazie alla visione artistica di un grande progettista e ingegnere: Gèrald Genta. 

Il modello Nautilus è rimasto nella storia per il suo stile ingegnoso e unico per l’epoca, infatti si distacca completamente dai modelli di altre case orologiere di lusso. Il suo disegno s’ispirava alla forma degli oblò del Nautilus, il sommergibile presente nei romanzi di Jules Verne risalenti all'1870 circa. Da questo sommergibile unico e immaginario, nasce l’innovativa cassa che ricorda un oblò, la cui lunetta è di forma ottagonale e gli angoli dolcemente smussati, dando vita ad un orologio dal design unico e inimitabile.

Foto che ritrae l'artigiano e Designer svizzero Gerald Genta

Aspetti tecnici

Il calibro che animava l’orologio del 1976, è stato veramente rivoluzionario, il 920 di Jeager-LeCoultre, un automatico con rotore centrale, rifinito secondo gli standard del sigillo di Ginevra. Il datario saltante ed uno spessore di soli 3,15 mm. completavano la sua linea sottile. La sua resistenza d'impermeabilità offriva prestazioni fino a 120 metri di profondità. Le dimensioni (42 mm di larghezza), gli attribuirono il nik-name "Jumbo". Nonostante il soprannome lasci immaginare dimensioni generose, il Nautilus era uno dei modelli piu’ sottili dell’epoca (7,60 mm). Del Nautilus furono prodotti in acciaio, acciaio e oro, oro giallo, oro bianco o platino, consegnato con una particolare scatola in sughero, oggi introvabile e molto ricercata dai collezionisti.

Nautilus oggi

Patek Philippe Nautilus Ref. 5711

Il design intramontabile è rimasto molto vicino alla sua originale versione. Elegante e sportivo, minimal e accurato allo stesso tempo. Oggi il Nautilus rappresenta un'ottimo investimento e sicuramente uno degli orologi preferiti dai collezionisti.

Fonti: patek.com, wikipedia.it, pinterest.it

ENGLISH

Patek Philippe Nautilus, history of a timeless watch.

Inspiration

Patek Philippe is a Swiss luxury watch company, among the oldest and most prestigious in the world. The Nautilus model was born in 1976, Ref. 3700, thanks to the artistic vision of a great designer and engineer: Gèrald Genta.

The Nautilus model has remained in history for its ingenious style that was unique for its time; in fact, it is completely detached from the models of other luxury watchmakers. Its design was inspired by the shape of the portholes of the Nautilus, the submarine featured in Jules Verne's novels dating from around 1870. From this unique and imaginary submarine came the innovative case that resembles a porthole, whose bezel is octagonal in shape and the corners gently rounded, resulting in a watch with a unique and inimitable design.

Technical aspects

The caliber that animated the 1976 watch was truly revolutionary, Jeager-LeCoultre's 920, an automatic with a central rotor, finished to Geneva Seal standards. A jumping date display and a thickness of only 3.15 mm. completed its slim line. Its water resistance offered performance to a depth of 120 meters. Its size (42 mm wide), gave it the nik-name "Jumbo." Despite the nickname suggesting generous dimensions, the Nautilus was one of the thinnest models of the time (7.60 mm). Of the Nautilus were produced in steel, steel and gold, yellow gold, white gold or platinum, delivered with a special cork box, today unobtainable and highly sought after by collectors.

Nautilus today

The timeless design has remained very close to its original version. Elegant and sporty, minimal and accurate at the same time. Today the Nautilus represents an excellent investment and certainly a favorite watch among collectors.

[indiantradebird11]

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