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dr-futbol-blog · 5 months

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Underground, Pt. 1

Introduction to the Genii. Lots of lovely interaction in this episode, as Genii-episodes are often real McSheppy.

In Underground (S01E08), we return to the theme of food, hunger, and Sheppard observing McKay like a hungry hungry hippo hawk. The expedition is running out of food, which is why they have to start meeting new people. It begins at a team-meeting where Sheppard has, in fact, started leaning on his hands so that he can keep doing the same thing he has apparently been doing for a good while here once the episode starts: watching McKay.

He can't look away. He is not even blinking. Oh, he tries to. He just can't. He is gazing at McKay through this entire meeting.

Eleven is an interesting number in this context. If someone wanted to make a comical exaggeration, ten cups or a dozen cups would make sense. Eleven is oddly specific which means that it's the result of actually counting the cups he's been drinking, it's the result of observation. Also, while he chastises Rodney, it doesn't sound so much annoyed as it does tender. The kind of 'Oh, you' that's born out of familiarity and fondness. Like he's fascinated by his observation that the other man is drinking a lot of coffee and not like he's drinking them all to ruin. The way Sheppard looks at him is contrasted by Teyla, who looks at McKay eating as though she's put off, even disgusted. That's sure not what Sheppard was doing. We can also contrast it with Ford, who is completely neutral. Also not Sheppard.

When Sheppard says "I guess it's always good to get to know your neighbours" in this weird sing-song cadence, he looks at McKay while he's doing it. He takes one quick glance at Weir, the leader of the expedition and chair of this meeting, but otherwise he is entirely focused on the man stuffing his mouth on the mirror opposite side of the table from him.

Have you been getting to know your new neighbour, Major? This man has absolutely no chill.

Once they reach the Genii homeworld, they come across what they think is a farmer and her beautiful daughter. The farmer is quick to point out that his daughter is betrothed, as though suspecting Sheppard might have designs for her. But the thing is, he actually expressed no interest in this woman what so ever. He doesn't even (jump to) introduce himself which is something we see characters do time and again when we're meant to believe they are interested in a hot specimen of the opposite sex variety. He's not even looking at her, really only makes eye contact with the father and briefly at that. Again, contrasted with Teyla who is beaming at the daughter, Sheppard is extremely nonchalant. If anything, he seems confused that the father would even think that. He even explicitly says that he's not interested:

Tyrus: My daughter, Sora. Sheppard: You must be very proud. Tyrus: She's betrothed. Sheppard: I wasn't hitting on your daughter. I just thought...

You'd be polite? Try to make a good first impression? Compliment you, my dude, by way of the fruit of your loins, the exceptionally good-looking Farmer Joe that you are?

Where Ford side-eyes the farmer as they part ways with him, Sheppard leaves him with a smile and a nod. Clearly, he's on what he later calls his "best behaviour".

But the father wasn't the only one worried about Sheppard's disposition toward the young beauty. When Sheppard turns to Teyla to comment that "They look friendly enough" in a completely neutral way, he gets this worried, searching look from McKay:

Beautiful young woman. Blonde. McKay has zero interest because none of the other guys show interest. He makes sure that Sheppard has no interest, here. Satisfied that this is not the case, McKay himself then proceeds to have no interest. Contrast all of this with the introduction of Perna in the previous episode, Poisoning the Well (S01E06). My guy has so little interest in women he needs other guys to point out when someone is hot.

As they part, we get another private moment between Sheppard and McKay. The fact that as soon as they depart, McKay seeks Sheppard out to make this conspiratorial remark shows us that they are in the process of creating their own little world together. This is also one of the first examples of what McKay will later call "the kidding," which is to say, Sheppard saying counterfactual things just to wind him up.

McKay: Maybe we should offer a sense of humour in trade. Sheppard: Sure. They can have yours. McKay: Oh, please, my side. You slay me. Sheppard: I'm thinking about it.

Again, he uses this sing-song voice to say it. Obviously, he's not literally thinking about slaying McKay. He sure does seem to love teasing the guy, though. I mean, later on (in Sateda, S03E04) he confesses he sometimes takes actual time to think up of ways to tease him about something. Of course, we could alternatively interpret Sheppard as saying that he's thinking about McKay's side here (that is, he often says things that he means literally and people merely interpret in their own way due to this tone of voice) but really he seems to be thinking about the entire package, pretty much all of the time.

But what's curious is that Sheppard actually kind of complimented McKay here, in a back-handed way. He's saying that unlike these people, the man does have a sense of humour, and that his sense of humour is something they could trade with. McKay is quick to interpret it as an insult but for a jibe, it's really weird. "Hey my man, you're much better company than these people." And the episode does go out of its way to show us that Sheppard really does enjoy his company.

The feeling is mutual since, as soon as he's faced with the choice of attending a harvest ceremony (where, one presumes, one might find a plethora of rosy-cheeked maidens) or following the Major, he opts to go back (alone) with Sheppard. Also notable is that while Sheppard orders Ford to stay behind, McKay gets to make his own decision about what to do and where to go.

As this is getting rather long, continued in Part 1.

#stargate atlantis #sga #sga meta #john sheppard #sheppard is bi #rodney mckay #rodney is gay #ep. underground #ep. sateda #ep. poisoning the well

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On Dylan Shakes

We have one major mystery down!

While many of us probably suspected that Dylan Shakes was alive and that he had gotten away from his father's abuse, it was lovely to have that confirmation during Harlan Coben's Shelter Season 1 Episode 6.

It was also so touching to have that reunion between Dylan and Mrs. Friedman.

The reveal that Sunglasses Man was Dylan Shakes tied up one of many threads in this series.

Dylan definitely knew how much his absence affected Mrs. Friedman, who wanted to adopt him. I wish he had given her some closure much sooner. She deserved that rather than death threats.

With the number of mysteries that this series drops at us rapidly, it's nice to have a clear-cut answer for at least one of them and bits and pieces of things coming together for some others.

Shelter has been a blast to watch because the characters and cast are so much fun that you'll watch them do anything.

And we have, whether or not we could follow along with whatever they're doing or not.

I could watch a whole series of just Mickey Bolitar, Ema, and Spoon being regular teenagers who aren't trying to serve as a Gen Z Scooby-Doo.

On Whitney

Whitney hurt Ema beyond forgiveness, in my book. She knows how her brother is, and it doesn't matter if he blackmailed her. He'll always have that information on his sister and will do whatever he pleases with the second she stands up to him.

She'd do better owning up to what she did before he could release it so she could be free of him.It's such a shallow, self-absorbed issue on Whitney's part that she sold Ema, a girl she genuinely seems to like, out over some followers controversy on an app.

It's such childish dumb stuff, yet for teenagers, it's their entire world, so as frustrating as this development is, I can't even say it's unrealistic.Maybe Ema will be able to forgive Whitney, and maybe not. They were an endearing potential couple.

But it's hard to get past something like that, especially when Ema has learned that there are peers of hers who have more backbone and can do what's right.

She has Spoon and Mickey Bolitar as best friends, so it's hard not to have a certain level of expectation for future relationships, platonic, romantic, or otherwise.

Maybe she and Whitney will end up like Shira and Hannah.

On Hannah, Ken, Shira

But Hannah Taylor has gotten a new lease on life from the second Shira came back into town. It was like she needed Shira to free herself.

On the one hand, that's endearing as far as their love story goes and how much Hannah loves Shira, but on the other hand, that puts a lot on Shira.

There is no way this plays out where Shira doesn't feel like she's the reason a family is splitting up and Hannah is doing all these things.

Hannah can't do all the things she desires because of Shira. She should be willing to do these things for herself.

And Shira is placed in the middle of this marriage in many uncomfortable ways. Ken seeking Shira's advice at the memorial was awkward.

He thinks there is an avenue for him to get his wife back because he spent years not even knowing that she was unhappy.

He may mean everything he says, and he'll try to make improvements moving forward, but it's too late, and as terrible as Ken is as a husband, he also doesn't deserve to get blindsided without even a chance to know how to make things better.

It sucks that they got this far into their marriage without resolving their issues. This sets things up where if he learns the truth about Hannah and Shira, he'll think about Shira breaking up his marriage or Hannah deceiving him and not thinking about his role in their marriage dissolution.

Hell, chances are he'll probably wonder if Hannah ever actually loved him or even Shira back in high school. When you think about it, what stops Ken from feeling like he was a glorified beard for 25 years?

Did Hannah ever love Ken Taylor at all? Or did she love having this piece of Shira? And that goes for Ken, too.

But Shira's issues are apparent. Initially, it felt like Shira would be the one set up for hurt, and there's a chance that remains the case. But there's also a matter of Hannah getting hit worse.

She's ready to blow up her life that wasn't making her happy anymore and start anew with Shira, and the prospect of that seems to terrify Shira and has her ready to shut down.

It's a challenging situation, and Shira seems more afraid of its fallout than Hannah, which could influence her position and why she's pushing Hannah away right now.Ultimately, they deserve to be happy, preferably together, with the truth out in the open, consequences be damned.

#tv fanatic #harlan coben's shelter

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todaysdocument · 2 years

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“In the case now suspected the father stations himself by his little one and substantially says that he will fight to the limit to prevent any interference whatever.”

Letter re. diphtheria outbreak at Santa Clara Day School, 1/26/1903.

Record Group 75: Records of the Bureau of Indian Affairs

Series: Letters Received from Day School Teacher Clara D. True

Transcription:

In reply to:

Department of the Interior,

INDIAN SCHOOL SERVICE,

OFFICE OF SUPERINTENDENT.

Santa Clara Pueblo, Espanola, NM

Jan. 26 1902

Mr. C. J Crandall

Supt. U.S. Indian Schools,

Santa Fe, N. Mex.

Dear Sir:

It seems greatly like a confession of weakness to say I am unable to manage the epidemic now existing here, but I cannot further risk my life. I have been in the presence of the disease in every case when I would rather have charged up San Juan hill with the Rough Riders.

In the case now suspected the father stations himself by his little one and substantially says that he will fight to the limit to prevent any interference whatever. The grandmother is an old tigress whose house is a

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den of iniquity resorted to by law class Indians and Mexicans.

I must give the Governor and all respectable Indians of both parties here credit for being ashamed of the resistance. The Governor told the patient's father yesterday that it was an outrage to oppose your will in any way when you have been the only friend they ever had.

The Governor is really afraid to tell us to go ahead I think because the people we have to deal with are utterly mean and somebody would be pretty sure to get hurt.

I have done everything I consider my duty. I don't feel it necessary to get a broken skull nor to break one,

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which is about the only way out of our difficulty here.

A number of Indians from Santa Clara went to San Ildefonso. Indians from pueblos north of here went taking in Santa Clara en route both ways.

It seems impossible to enforce [underlined] adequate [/underlined] measures though we keep up something that passes for quarentine. The chief difficulty is that food is very scarce now and the people cannot be shut off from going to Espanola to trade pottery, work, and lug their daily apology for good. The infected district is under a rigid quarantine as I can get enforced.

The Doctor is faithful. He

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is nearly worn out, however, with Diphtheria everywhere. It appears to be universal in this valley, in the virulent form.

It is more than likely that I have blundered in this case as I am a new hand at this sort of thing. I am ready to take whatever of blame that is due me uncomplainingly as I guess I have bungled someway. If there is anything that I failed to do, it was the result of ignorance. Very respectfully,

Clara D. True

#archivesgov #January 26 #1903 #1900s #diphtheria #disease #Native American history #American Indian history #Indigenous American history #Pueblo #Indian schools

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telomeke-bbs · 2 years

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Loving your super-deep dive into ep. 5. If I've been reading you correctly throughout this blog (please correct me if I'm garbling you with others), Pat is not necessarily the best and the brightest. That's my take (as well?). But in ep. 5, 2/4, at 1:22, Pa says, per the English subtitles, "You're just so smart about everything but this." Surely, Pa knows Pat better than anyone. Have I read into this something you didn't say or did I miss something Aof put in there and I was too dense to see?

Hello Anonymous! Sorry I'm late and slow in replying. I have a number of deadlines coinciding currently and the days are proving shorter than what I want or need.

I've called Pat a dumbass a couple of times, but it's really in the context of his emotional awareness. His own feelings were a mystery to him up until Ep.5, which is why the realization about his love for Pran hit him so hard.

And he couldn't read Ink's feelings either, needing Pa's advice.

I can't blame him for not sussing out Pran's crush on him all those years ago; I think Pran being a master of dissimulation did such a good job of hiding his feelings that Pat would never have suspected had he not been prompted to reflect more carefully because of Pa's counsel. But then he did eventually suss out Pran's feelings, so our boy maybe just needed a little bit of prodding in order to discover and decode that cipher.

All this is not to say that Pat is intellectually dim, though my take on this aspect of Pat's portrayal is colored by Ming's ever-looming shadow.

In my mind, Kruu Payao's words at Ep.10 [3I4] 9.07 ring pretty loudly: "They were both smart students" (referring to Ming and Dissaya), meaning that Ming was academically as outstanding as Dissaya (at least on paper, and/or in the teachers' perception).

Pat was raised basically to be Ming redux, pressured to outcompete Dissaya's heir (Pran) in school (and Pat himself mentions on the rooftop at the end of Ep.5 that he was pushed really hard to match Pran's GPA). Given Ming's pride in Pat for having been an exemplary Ming Jr. (meaning that Pat's performance must have been satisfactory), I think this signals that Pat must have been doing pretty well academically too.

But Pat was always his father's son, in that he basically did as he was told by Ming, and the scope of his assigned mission was a narrow one – just to do better than Pran.

In adhering to this, I think his growth as an all-rounded individual was stunted. There are many examples in BBS of Pat's kid-at-heart nature (e.g., his Ep.1 popsicle, his need for Nong Nao, his slobbish table manners at the Ep.1 mealtime scene, and his general all-round playfulness), quite at odds with his chronological age.

While this portrayal by Ohm has its charms most of the time, to me it also suggests that Pat's restricted and focused world-view left little room for his own personal development, and he turned out lacking somewhat in life experience and pretty immature in many ways. And this is what I think comes across in the overall way that Pat's character reads.

Pat's immaturity in BBS before Ep.12 contrasts quite starkly with Pran's portrayal right from Ep.1 – this is shown to us at the dining table when Pran's parents basically treat him like an equal (when Pran admonishes his dad about the serving spoon, and when they discuss his election to the class presidency and its potential impact on his studies – they accept his own reasoning of the decision and don't try to influence it in any way). Maybe living independently at boarding school hurried Pran along on the path to maturity, or maybe he was always an old soul, but I feel Pran does carry himself with more of a certain world-weariness compared to Pat.

We are also shown that Pat is driven more by action and hands-on problem-solving, than by intellectual rumination (which seems more Pran's thing). When misguided (e.g., in matters of romance), his actions do come across as less than brilliant, but it's not for a lack of IQ – the juvenile manboy still needed time to grow and develop into the self-actualized but still affable and boyish man we see in Ep.12.

I think it's Ep.11 that really highlights Pat's immaturity, but then also shows how he grows into sensible adulthood (my write-up here has more explanation).

At the beach, Pat learns to discard his childishness, without sacrificing his child-like energy, optimism or enthusiasm for life. And then we are shown the grown-up version of Pat in Ep.12, all polite and caring at the dining table, and coolly handling a business client on the phone.

So Pa at Ep.5 [2/4] 1.22 isn't wrong, even allowing for the (tetchy) esteem in which she holds her beloved Hia. But unfortunately Pat was also dumb when it came to matters of the (romantic) heart.

I think Pat is smart academically (otherwise he wouldn't have been able to compete in school exams with Pran) and in other areas as well (e.g., working his people skills to become the leader of his gang, and also to get the seniors to elect him Class President).

His penchant for action over introspection makes him read a bit like a happy-go-lucky goofball puppy who's not particularly driven by intellect for most of BBS. But the light is on in the attic, even if its shadows are cast unevenly.

In the end though, that's part of Pat's charm and I don't think Bad Buddy fans (me included) would want it any other way. 😍

#bad buddy #bad buddy pat #pat napat jindapat

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bluenet13 · 2 years

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5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Rules: post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year!

Thanks @chicgeekgirl89 for the tag!

5 Works

The lightnin' in my heart makes it worth it: My first Rookie story and what I hope is the first of many. Chenford stole my heart and I had the best time writing them. I also love every single character on the show and had a lot of fun writing them ganging up on poor Tim.

Silhouettes with no regrets: Heartstopper is one of my favorite stories and I loved writing a Tarlos fic inspired by the show. I really like the balance it has between my usual angst, emotional moments between the boys and more romance than I've ever written.

A Partner's Always Got Your Back + A Friend's Always Got Your Back: Two fics that could be a first and second chapter of the same fic; hence, why I added them both. This was my first time writing from a perspective other than Tarlos and I had so much fun. I love Nancy and I really enjoyed getting inside her head, and showing her sass, how badass she is, and how good a friend she is to her partner and Carlos.

The Green and Brown of Each Other’s Eyes: This one is also very special and easily one of my favorite fics I've ever written. I loved filling in the blanks of various show moments and showing in my own way the growth and evolution of TK and Carlos' relationship. It has some of my favorite lines ever and I just loved exploring Tarlos and sprinkling little parts of myself within their story.

Surrounded by Love: My father passed away in 2020 and I wrote this fic about TK dealing with the passing of his mother in honor of that storyline and my favorite character, and as a tribute to my father and my own grief. It's very personal and very special and easily my #1 favorite.

4 WIPS

The Courthouse fic: Tarlos, Nancy and Tommy + Owen and Gabriel at court when a bad guy breaks out; what could possibly go wrong? Been working on this one on and off since 2021 and it rarely cooperates. I started working on it last week again and might have figured out how to make it work for a bingo square but we will see.

Domestic Abuse: A NCISLA bingo square where Deeks suspects his neighbor is a victim of domestic abuse. My typical angst with some of my 'humor' in between.

A The Rookie fic of Chenford's first Valentine's Day together since they started dating.

An earthquake fic for my 'Natural Disaster' bingo square that I haven't started. Not sure yet if I want it to be for The Rookie and Chenford, or Lone Star and Tarlos.

3 Biggest Improvements

Better integrating my dialogue with the descriptions of what the characters are doing and what's happening around them.

I used to be very much an introspective writer and I spent a lot of time getting inside character's head and doing descriptions. Now I feel more comfortable writing dialogue and incorporating more characters into my fics.

I used to think I could only write fic for NCISLA and even that was mostly a fluke. I've now written for 8 fandoms and have learned to see I'm a good enough writer in my own way. I see how happy writing makes me and now that, for better or worse, it's probably going to be a part of my life forever.

2 Resolutions

Writing consistently: I wrote 13 fics in 2022. 12 in between January and May, and 1 in December. Enough said lol.

I want to get better at adding humor and romance into my fics. I love whump and angst but want to feel as comfortable writing other emotions and different types of scenes as I do with those two.

1 Favorite Line

From Can You Feel It?

Sitting back down on the chair with a sigh, Carlos grabs TK's hand again and sets it on his chest, over his heart. "Can you feel it?" he asks his ex-boyfriend. "Can you feel it beating for the both of us?"

Tagging @wanna-be-bold @ejzah @ravens-words

#my writing #fanfic #tag game

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More Snake Eyes x Storm Shadow head canons brought to you by the Snake Eyes Origins movie and fanfics like those at the bottom of this post. As well as many others within the fandom.

ABO AU:

- Snake Eyes is an omega and Tommy is an Alpha. Everything is pretty much the same in the movie except that the man who killed Snake Eyes’ father also bit Snake Eyes and bonded with him before he killed his father. Snake Eyes now not only wants to kill the man for vengeance he also wants to kill him so he can be free. I don’t know if Snake Eyes tells Tommy this or if Tommy figured it out based on context clues but regardless before Tommy leaves he knows that Snake Eyes was bonded to against his will to someone.

Everything plays out basically the same except Tommy isn’t as mad at Snake Eyes as he was in the movie for a number of reasons.

1. Snake Eyes did genuinely have feelings for Tommy but with the bite on his neck it never could have gone anywhere.

2. Tommy is a little more sympathetic and understanding to the fact that Snake Eyes did not tell him about his betrayal and accepted Kenta’s offer in the first place.

3. In the movie scene where Tommy slices his palm Snake Eyes and Tommy do not outright talk about bonding but the implication is there. However, Snake Eyes mentions or implies the fact that he will never be able to bond with anyone no matter how much he wants to because someone forced a bond when he was young. Due to this conversation Tommy believes that part of Snake Eyes motivation for going through with the betrayal is because he wanted to be with him (he isn’t wrong).

4. Snake Eyes has shared more of himself with Tommy than he did in the movie. He is more genuine and Tommy knows that, he also suspected that Snake Eyes was hiding something from him and Snake Eyes didn’t make as much of an effort to conceal what he was doing as he did in the movie.

5. Snake Eyes might not say anything but Tommy can smell him which means that he can smell how guilty, heartbroken, and ashamed Snake Eyes is when the betrayal comes out.

6. Snake Eyes let the man who killed his father and marked him go for Tommy in order to save the Arashikage. He gave up his freedom because he didn’t want to betray Tommy. It was a bit too little too late but Tommy is aware that Snake Eyes tried to correct his mistakes in the end.

Tommy still leaves and still yells at Snake Eyes but he doesn’t mean it. However the Baroness still approaches Tommy and presents him with a golden opportunity. Infiltrate Cobra and find the man that marked Snake Eyes. He still loves Snake Eyes, still hates Cobra, and really hates the person who violated the man he loves. He joins Cobra. Of course, Tommy doesn’t tell anyone what he is doing because he is still fairly bitter towards everyone. Cue Snake Eyes joins the Joes to get Tommy back.

Everyone else believes Tommy has switched sides but Snake Eyes refuses to believe that Tommy (who is so honorable and good) would ever join Cobra. Eventually Snake Eyes figures out what Tommy is doing and tries to help.

In my mind the ending is that Tommy and Snake Eyes kill the man together freeing Snake Eyes. However, I think Snake Eyes has to deal with some backlash from the bond breaking and Tommy ends up taking him to the Joes to heal. Tommy is put under arrest and the whole sordid story comes out. The Joes are shocked that Snake Eyes is actually an omega (some suspected but he kept himself covered and never talked so many of them are shocked). I don’t know where they would go from here other than the fact that they bond and stay together.

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lucky-bishop · 1 year

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Sorry, but if everyone else is doing it 8,9, 10

No need to apologize! I'm sorry if it's not coming through, but these are so much fun for me to do. Plus it gets me opening all my WIP docs and sometimes getting to add a thing or two to them! Thank you for sending the ask! 💗

#8. Deputy Argent Ooh, this one's exciting. It's endgame Chris/Sheriff Stilinski where Chris was sent away from BH as a teenager (and therefore not around for the Hale fire) because Gerard wanted him trained into a better hunter. Years later, Chris comes back to BH undercover as a deputy for the sheriff to deal with Peter as the alpha. But things don't go according to plan.

“Sheriff, please allow me to assuage your concerns,” Gerard says with a smile. Chris knows that tone of voice, though - his father is losing his patience. Even now, it sends anxiety shooting down his spine. “Mr. Argent, while I appreciate your concern as a member of the community, I am going to remind you once again that you are not a part of my office. If I suspect that you are going to interfere in our investigation, I will not hesitate to arrest you for obstruction of justice. If I suspect you are attempting to interfere via your son’s position, I will remove him from the case, though I would prefer to keep Deputy Argent’s expertise focused where it is needed most. Are we clear?”

#9. DILF Daddy Chris (also a working title 😂) I've definitely posted snips from this before, so I'll save you that. But the premise for this one is that Stiles and Allison become good friends in grad school and Stiles ends up meeting Chris and is totally into him, and well, he's just Chris' type, so they get together. Allison is supportive but also wants no details ever, especially because this isn't the first time her dad has done this. He's also been with her friend from undergrad (Isaac) but they broke up when Isaac went to explore the world. It ends up being endgame Chris/Stiles/Isaac.

#10. Erica - Prom Queen This one is also just an idea/concept, based on the song Prom Queen by Molly Kate Kestner (I fucking love this song) and Stephen King's Carrie. It's focused on post-transformation Erica still being teased by her classmates and finally snapping when a similar prank is pulled on her at a school dance (though of course it's a werewolf attack instead of anything magically-fueled).

Send me a number, 1-37, and I'll tell you what I can about that Teen Wolf WIP in my Google Docs.

#WIPs #ask #anon #Teen Wolf #my writing

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gduncan969 · 2 years

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Too Much Information?

Ecclesiastes 1:18 “For in much wisdom is much grief, And he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.”

I led a small group devotional at our church last night on the subject of “Too Much Information” and we had a good time discussing the topic so I thought I’d expand it a little into this present posting. We began with the comment: If you were to take a vote in your church as to what books of the bible were the least favorite to read, I suspect Ecclesiastes and probably Lamentations would be high on the list but despite their lack of popularity to most of us, both are just as relevant to our human condition as they have ever been and I suspect even more so as we become more and more bewildered by the craziness abounding in the world around us. Written by King Solomon, the wisest man who ever lived, Ecclesiastes declares right at the beginning, “Vanity, vanity, all is vanity” which pretty well sums up the rest of the book. Given the current fad among the once-called “Christian” nations of denouncing most of its past heroes, its institutions, traditions, laws and even its dictionary definitions, a good paraphrase of Ecclesiastes 1:2 might be, “Insanity, insanity, all is insanity”! Wisdom has apparently flown the coop from the minds of those who rule over us so perhaps it’s time to re-examine where we should go for the wisdom to cope in this Gen-Z, crazy world.

God asks

1 Kings 3: 5 “At Gibeon the Lord appeared to Solomon in a dream by night; and God said, “Ask!... What shall I give you?”

Now there’s a question all of us would love to be asked, especially when it is Almighty God that’s doing the asking. Aladdin’s genie magically appearing out of an old rubbed lamp to ask the gob-smacked “rubber” what wish would he like the genie to grant him doesn’t compare in the least with the magnitude and the implications of God’s question to Solomon. God is far above any genie and infinitely more powerful but just imagine, if God asked you this question how would you answer? Hopefully, like many a beauty pageant contestant, none of us would answer, “World Peace”. Really though, how would YOU answer God? Some might give the same answer as Solomon, others would have a multitude of different answers, depending on the circumstances and some, like myself, would be too overwhelmed by the One who was asking to give any answer at all.

Solomon answers

We all know Solomon’s answer in 1 Kings 3: 6 - 9.

“And Solomon said: “You have shown great mercy to Your servant David my father, because he walked before You in truth, in righteousness, and in uprightness of heart with You; You have continued this great kindness for him, and You have given him a son to sit on his throne, as it is this day. Now, O Lord my God, You have made Your servant king instead of my father David, but I am a little child; I do not know how to go out or come in. And Your servant is in the midst of Your people whom You have chosen, a great people, too numerous to be numbered or counted. Therefore give to Your servant an understanding heart to judge Your people, that I may discern between good and evil. For who is able to judge this great people of Yours?”

God gives more than Solomon asked

1 Kings 4: 29-34 “And God gave Solomon wisdom and exceedingly great understanding, and largeness of heart like the sand on the seashore. Thus Solomon’s wisdom excelled the wisdom of all the men of the East and all the wisdom of Egypt. For he was wiser than all men.. and his fame was in all the surrounding nations. He spoke three thousand proverbs, and his songs were one thousand and five. Also he spoke of trees, from the cedar tree of Lebanon even to the hyssop that springs out of the wall; he spoke also of animals, of birds, of creeping things, and of fish. And men of all nations, from all the kings of the earth who had heard of his wisdom, came to hear the wisdom of Solomon”.

How typical of our Heavenly Father to give Solomon far more than he asked for! Besides granting him the “understanding heart” he asked for, God also gave him “wisdom and exceedingly great understanding, and largeness of heart (discernment) like the sand on the seashore”. What a great example of God’s grace and love for His children this is but:

Did Solomon ask for the right thing?

What did Solomon’s wisdom do for him personally? Certainly, Israel and the world were greatly blessed by it but what did it do for Solomon? How did the rest of his life pan out and is there a lesson for us to learn as we seek God’s wisdom in this woke world? Questions are being raised daily in the media that no sensible person, let alone Christian, should ever want to ask because they are so self-evident that only those totally blinded and drowning in a sea of moral sewage would ever want to ask them. Sadly, they are not only being asked, they are being seriously discussed by supposedly sane people. Questions like, “What is a woman?”; “Should men who think they are women be allowed to compete in female sports and share their dressing rooms?’; “Should aborted babies who are born alive be given life-saving care?”. Yesterday, two hundred and twelve members of the US congress voted “No” to the last question!

Getting back to Solomon. Years after he had built the temple and his palace and filled every desire of his heart, God appeared to him again:

1 Kings 9: 1 - 9 “And it came to pass, when Solomon had finished building the house of the Lord and the king’s house, and all Solomon’s desire which he wanted to do, that the Lord appeared to Solomon the second time, as He had appeared to him at Gibeon. And the Lord said to him: “I have heard your prayer and your supplication that you have made before Me; I have consecrated this house which you have built to put My name there forever, and My eyes and My heart will be there perpetually. Now if you walk before Me as your father David walked, in integrity of heart and in uprightness, to do according to all that I have commanded you, and if you keep My statutes and My judgments, then I will establish the throne of your kingdom over Israel forever, as I promised David your father, saying, ‘You shall not fail to have a man on the throne of Israel.’ But if you or your sons at all turn from following Me, and do not keep My commandments and My statutes which I have set before you, but go and serve other gods and worship them, then I will cut off Israel from the land which I have given them; and this house which I have consecrated for My name I will cast out of My sight. Israel will be a proverb and a byword among all peoples. And as for this house, which is exalted, everyone who passes by it will be astonished and will hiss, and say, ‘Why has the Lord done thus to this land and to this house?’ Then they will answer, ‘Because they forsook the Lord their God, who brought their fathers out of the land of Egypt, and have embraced other gods, and worshiped them and served them; therefore the Lord has brought all this calamity on them.’”

What follows this passage in chapter 11 tells us that Solomon’s wisdom never left him but he lost something far more important: his love and loyalty to God.

1 Kings 11: 1 - 6 “But King Solomon loved many foreign women, as well as the daughter of Pharaoh: women of the Moabites, Ammonites, Edomites, Sidonians, and Hittites— from the nations of whom the Lord had said to the children of Israel, “You shall not intermarry with them, nor they with you. Surely they will turn away your hearts after their gods.” Solomon clung to these in love. And he had seven hundred wives, princesses, and three hundred concubines; and his wives turned away his heart. For it was so, when Solomon was old, that his wives turned his heart after other gods; and his heart was not loyal to the Lord his God, as was the heart of his father David. For Solomon went after Ashtoreth the goddess of the Sidonians, and after Milcom the abomination of the Ammonites. Solomon did evil in the sight of the Lord, and did not fully follow the Lord, as did his father David.”

Paul tells us in Romans 11:29 “the gifts and the calling of God are irrevocable.” meaning that what God gifts to us for ministry, he will never take back but our giftings or callings are never an indication of our standing in Him. Many a famous preacher has learned that lesson the hard way as they tumbled into sexual sin while continuing to preach life-changing sermons and many a devastated congregation has learned it too when it was all exposed to the light! Solomon’s wisdom was no guarantee of Solomon’s success in his walk with God because the key to success for the latter is LOVE, not wisdom. How different would it have been for Solomon if he had asked God for a love for Him and His people. Paul expresses it perfectly in his famous “love chapter”:

1 Corinthians 13: 1 - 3: "Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am NOTHING. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.”

Too much wisdom can destroy you but there’s no such thing as too much love.

Two Kinds of Wisdom

At the start of Paul’s letter to the Corinthians he asks the question: “Where is the wise?; Where is the scribe?; Where is the disputer of this age?;” and then concludes: “Has not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?” In asking these questions, he was pointing to all those who think that the answers to life’s challenges can be found in the words of the gurus of this world—the “experts” who write the books and host the debates and write the laws mandating how we must live in this new age. They do so according to the “wisdom of this world” created by godless minds in blinded brains but God calls it all foolishness and foolishness is an apt word for the wisdom of this present age. In chapter 3:19 Paul repeats this thought, “For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. For it is written, “He catches the wise in their own craftiness.”

Solomon had all wisdom and understanding, both Godly and worldly but he ultimately forsook the godly kind and followed the worldly which destroyed him. Looking after seven hundred wives is more than any man can handle and stay sane.

Where do you get your wisdom from?

Today, all of us have the same two sources of wisdom, but the worldly kind has become infinitely greater in quantity and availability through the INTERNET and the latter demands much more of our attention! We now have at our fingertips access to everything that’s ever been known, including both the bible and the world but the knowledge of the latter comes to us wrapped in seductive headlines that grab our attention and pique our curiosity for the latest news. Sadly, many are now addicted to their phones and the evidence for that can be found in every home where parents and children live, in family gatherings and at restaurant tables. The other source is best found on our knees. WHICH SOURCE ARE YOU ADDICTED TO? Mr. Google will answer that question for you when he tells you how many hours you spent last week browsing the multitude of news outlets, sports channels, shopping channels and dare I say, gossip channels we may have watched. Are we really so hung up on Harry and Megan that we can’t wait for their next announcement or for Elan Musk’s latest bombshell from Twitter? Are we so fearful of what lies ahead that we cannot wait to see who wins the next election or what new insane law is about to be thrust upon us? It is this kind of information that is behind the hopelessness and foreboding that drives us to anger and depression.

Too Much Information

Listening to or watching the endless stream of bad news about wars, rumors of wars, pandemics, environmental collapse, scandals and corruption doesn’t give us more godly wisdom but it sure depresses us. This is what Solomon was referring to in the Ecclesiastes 1:18: “For in much wisdom is much grief, And he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.” About 60 years ago, an American evangelist went to visit Smith Wigglesworth at his home in Yorkshire, England. He walked up the driveway to the house and was greeted at the door by Smith who promptly told him he couldn’t enter the house unless he got rid of the item he was holding under his armpit—the London Times newspaper! “Those lies cannot enter my home”, he said. In our frustration with the information overload we all face every day, we complain and blame others for their lack of interest about the state of the world. We bemoan fellow believers who fail to see the urgency of the times and refuse to join with us in the battle against these forces of evil but God does not instruct us to attack evil, only to resist it and it us up to us to figure out the difference between these. Yes, we possess all the knowledge and all the tools from God to recognize what is going on around us but before we take any action we must first ask ourselves are we compelled to move by our love for God and His people or just because we are angry? Paul tells us what compelled him and his fellow believers:

2 Corinthians 5:14 “For the love of Christ compels us, because we judge thus: that if One died for all, then all died;”

Though we possess many things from our God and Father, it’s not what we possess in this life that guarantees satisfaction and success—whether it be our faith, our intellect, our talents, our supernatural spiritual gifts of prophecy and healing. It’s what, or better, WHO possesses us and motivates us that makes us a success in His eyes!

We can spend hour after hour watching our i-pads and TV’s trying to gain more insight into all of the insanity and corruption that surrounds us, but all that does is fill our heads with more knowledge, leaving us only angry and frustrated but anger and frustration alone will not change anything unless it is constrained by the love of God shed abroad in our hearts. Solomon’s great wisdom failed to keep him from falling into great sin. May God’s love in our hearts keep us in His great grace and may we find His wisdom to change our world on our knees!

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rrottentothecores · 2 years

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To be clear this is a horny blog not a tradwife blog. 24/7 bdsm dynamics are not healthy no matter how hard you try to make it that way, & 1950s housewives were so miserable they were all high on tranqs to escape their hellish lives.

Pls take ur neo conservative evangelical takes and go colonize someone else’s pussy.

#found 3 trads and also like 2 ageless blogs so we are getting better at putting our ages in there!! progress!!!#also if u don’t believe me about the tranqs Google miltown. like 20% of the us population were addicted to tranqs by 1956 I believe #also csa was rampant. the satanic panic of the 80s was a direct result of mothers realizing their kids were being abused #and not ever suspecting it was the fathers doing it. this is my number 1 anxiety about having children w a man aksjsjs #my grandma let me watch a documentary about franzel and I have not trusted a man since then

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i was Not expecting the timeline of the last point. this venerable peaceful space monk general Sith killer silver fox whose been showing a slutty little slice of collarbone for his whole repressed space monk life was out here recording greatest hits of queen - when? while back flipping through helping liberate a planet and using his funds to save the clones and idk, probably nursing a kitten at the same time. the clone who took a whole bunch of holos while he was the general goes from a respectable number of followers on space twitter and space youtube to being able to quit his job and move to a better house on social media revenue alone

yeah everyone is more than welcome to imagine their own public reveal version, I certain revolve many possible scenarios around in my head, many cakes and all that!

but 1) I get a certain delight in imagining full on Alec Guiness Obi-Wan being forced to deal with the absurd backstory that Obi-Wan has in this universe and also low key Ewan Mcgregor Obi-Wan's leaked nudes (sometimes you think of your best ideas in the shower! the data files were encrypted!! he managed to keep it a secret for over 30 fucking years, he really wasn't expecting a break-in at this point!!!! If there was going to be a break-in, he would have thought they would go for his military intelligence datapad!!!!! but nOOOOO)

just, like. B.K fans surrounding the temple and throwing their space panties at physically 58, mentally 81 year old Obi-Wan who is deeply done with this shit and too old to be climbing out the back window of Dex's, but is doing so anyway.

and 2) he feels someone walking over his grave just before the news starts to break. later he assumes this is because, you know, fuck. But us the audience can revel in the fact that this is just about when he joined the force in the original timeline

at any point that the reveal happens there are so many brains breaking because, as you already pointed out but it still bears repeating, Obi-Wan is ABSURDLY mary-sue in this au. someone does timelines and is like okayokay so he went. directly that photo where he's kindof smudged with charcoal and in a tank top carrying orphans,, he flew DIRECTLY from that to the studio and recorded good old fashioned lover boy?? two foundational moments of my sexual awakening?.?? ALRIGHT i'm just. I'm just gonna need a minute here. i'm just gonna look up real quick—oh fuck he's aged well, of course he's aged well he lives on coruscant, we don't have weather. oh fuck. oh fuck i guess i'm doing this. guess i'm going to the jedi temple. i'm a devoted father of three but i'm never gonna forgive myself if i don't at least TRY to shoot my shot.

And fuck yes a bunch of the clones who served right alongside him knew for a fact that he was BK and quite a few more strongly suspected what with the GAR footloose and private concerts/talent shows/music lessons/whatnot. No one was going to tell, obviously, even putting aside how much they owe Obi-Wan, there's how much they owe B.K, and they were literally bred for loyalty.

Buuut that doesn't mean they didn't have. some holos of commander kenobi shirtless and strumming. some holovids of the commanders humming to himself. Anakin playing air drums that you can inexplicably hear. the two of them jamming together on what sounds like an early version of Whatever It Takes.

something for a rainy day, or maybe retirement, if the news ever breaks—well—these might be worth something someday...

#star wars #ask #my au #star wars au #pop star wars au #stone soup #star wars au no 3 #long post

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mochiswifey · 3 years

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OUT OF PLACE

Synopsis; You've been assigned to work for Bonten for 1 year in order to insure the truce between them and your family. It was easy until unwanted feelings started to blossom.

CW: Age gap, Mental Illness, Crack, foul language, roasting, suggestive. Cannibalism sort of... MDNI

Kanji Mochizuki*Takeomi Akashi*South Terano

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"Where the hell is your daughter?" Takeomi asked tapping impatiently on the meeting table. Your father sighed knowing you'll only arrive when you want to.

"She'll be-"

"What the fuck?" You kick the door open with a sour expression on your face. The bonten men including your father snapped their heads on your direction. Their irritation faded as soon as they see you. They were rather surprised.

"A-are you kidding me? That girl is your number 3?" Ran chuckled as he points at your small figure, no taller than 5ft3 you look like you work at a kawaii cafe.

No one will ever suspect that you killed over 200 human beings.

"No boi, are you kidding me? This goddamn room needs extra venti-fucking-lation." You cover your nose walking towards your father and standing beside him. You look at the men who are sat 4 by 4 on each side of the meeting tables.

"I can smell fucking *gag* I can smell Taiyaki." You look at Mikey who you'll describe as a walking skellyton with a wig.

"I can smell drugs." You look at Sanzu who you immeditely saw as a cringy anime cosplayer.

"I can smell sex, cum and cheap perfume." You look at Rindou and Ran who has a smirk on their faces liking that you're pretty. They expected an uggo since your father said you're a skilled fighter. And pretty and skilled fighter doesn't come in combo so often.

"I can smell fucking lung cancer and goddamn old people." Lastly you look at Takeomi and Kanji.

"You didn't look at Kokonoi and Kakucho..." Sanzu says crossing his arms offended that you didn’t roast the other two.

"No, don't worry. I can smell them too." You leaned forward with your hands on you chest and nodded assuring Sanzu. He squints his eyes and tilted his head. He was desperate for you to roast the others.

"I smell their unresolved internal trauma."

"DAMN!?"

Ran and Rindou both said at the same time while Kokonoi and Kakucho looked at you wide eyed and obviously offended.

"I uh... She's my daughter. Just say who you want to be killed and she'll do it for you. Just don't touch her neck or else she'll totally snap." Your father warned them while you nod to every word he says.

They definetely ignored his warning about touching your neck. Sanzu and Ran got their fingers bent in horrible directions three weeks after you started working with them 'cause they did what your father told them not to do. Sanzu was left crying on the floor while Ran got shoved inside the toilet head first. Let's just say no one ever tried to touch your neck after that.

They were skeptical about trusting you. They knew you're a front runner in wars and they've seen you wearing your purge mask during the time they almost got annhilated. But they just couldn't believe it was you.

"Don't mess this up." Mikey says before letting you go to your first mission. They were ready to receive your call telling them you've failed but they were flabbergasted when you came back 30 minutes later covered in blood holding your targets head.

"Y-You got them already?"

"Bruh, I wouldn't be here if I didn't right? You got a bigass head yet you lack brains the fuck?" You roast Mochi's making him shut his mouth.

Sanzu and the other's laugh making Mochi glare at them.

Since that day you established that you're a savage.

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They don't despise you. The truth is they are entralled by you. They are interested by the mystery you offer. The way you could be sweet and be replaced by satan in a blink of an eye.

The way you act? It's odd for them. Your sweetness? It's definetely not an act. Your voice is never honeyed. And it sends them on the edge.

You are so genuine by your words it almost softens them. But when you became satan himself the change is so drastic they always feels like they're high on drugs.

"So, you won't talk?" You kick the soccer ball at the traitor who's tied on the chair while the men watch.

"I won't tell you-" The ball bounced back and you immeditely kicked it towards the traitors face. No matter how he tries to avoid it your ball always lands on his face. They've never seen someone torture a traitor with a soccer ball.

They found it disturbing that you seems to be doing this for an another step. You told the traitor that him being kicked with the ball is the equivalent of human meat being tenderized before being eaten.

"YOU CRAZY BITCH-" You kick the ball one last time before dashing towards him and kicking him in the face with both feet causing the man's chair to fall down.

"You see, they are fucking crazy." You point at the Bonten men. "But I'm crazier." You pulled the traitor up by his collar and taking a huge bite on his face.

"What the fuck..." Was what most of them were thinking as they watch the traitor scream helplessly.

"Fuck, this why I hate 30 years old men. The fucking meat is goddamn hard and disguting." You spat out the poor traitor’s face on the floor.

Thank god. Someone from the executives thought.

You got what you wanted after that.

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"You should take a shower." Mochi approached you offering you a towel not caring that you almost ate a man alive.

You look at the towel on his hand then to his eyes. You didn’t utter a word and turned away from him ignoring him.

He absolutely hates when you do that.

"Don't fucking act like that-"

"Oh, pardon me the last time I check we ain't friends." You threw your hands on the air as you walk out of the torture room.

"Hey! Don't be so fucking rude!" He yells while following you. He just want to see the sweet girl who tended on his wounds a few nights ago.

"I will shove your head inside the goddamn toilet like I did with Ran if you don't stop following me-"

"Do you like.... wanna go out on a date with me?" Your feet stop. You even thought your heart stopped for a moment.

"Pardon?" You turned around to look at Mochi who towers over you. Your first initial thought of him when you first saw him is that...

He looks old. And the beard doesn't suit him. And the blond hair? That really needs to go out to the trash. His attire? Doesn't help. His fur coat makes him look older and like- what is he trying to achieve?

You look up to him amused.

"Are you on drugs?"

"I'm not, I'm genuinely asking." You turned around and his heart felt a stung. This is his first ever rejection-

"Hmm, you're a bold one. Never thought you'll be the one who wants to be arrested by the FBI." You tell him while you walk away.

"You're not 18?" He felt his heart dropped on his stomach. Are you really-

"I am over 18, but bruh. You are fucking 30. Pick me in front of the station in 2 hours though.”

Mochi is over the moon.

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"Ey, thanks for the ride." You wink at Mochi as you enter his luxury pickup truck. You were surprised that he was earlier than you.

"I thought we were going on a date?"

"Shit man... You're really that horny? Sorry to break the fantasy for you but I have low sex drive during winter." He looks at you and you look at him.

"You're awkward." You laugh before patting his shoulder.

"I don't really know how your brain works." "Me neither. Me neither pal."

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"Where's Mochi?" Ran asked ready to give him an intel about his business.

"He's out told me he scored a date with Psycho-"

"HE WHAT?!" Takeomi snapped at Sanzu. "Don't tell me you like her too." Kokonoi facepalms.

"Bruh, don't be a goddamn pedo. She's literally younger than you." Takeomi could only roll his eyes at Kokonoi's comment.

"I mean, as your brother. Stop it. Get some help."

Sanzu says as he takes out a bag of pills from his briefcase. That's fucking ironic.

"Love knows no age."

"WOAH! HOLD UP! SLOW DOWN YOU FUCKING SHAKESPEAR! YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP!" The boys went wild as soon as those words were said by Takeomi.

He swears he's surrounded by idiots.

"Bruh, lemme tweet that shit. You got me crying tears!!!" Ran pulled out his phone and started tweeting.

"Damn! Look at this fool! You're all grown up brother!" Sanzu tried to hugged him but Takeomi squared his fist up making Sanzu pout.

"Bitch."

"I'm gonna find them." He says before leaving the members.

"Don't forget to use protection!" Sanzu yells overjoyed that his middle age brother is finally taking some action.

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Meanwhile, you and Mochi are strolling around the supermarket trying to find ingredients. Your hands are wrapped around his gigantic arm while he pushes the cart.

"I bet you my life they all think you're my father."

"No, they do not." He says defensive almost making you laugh.

"You wanna see?"

"No-" But before he could stop you, you've already approached an older woman and asked her to help you and your "daddy".

"Thank you so much! My daddy and I were planning on making pasta for my "mommy" can you tell us where the sauces are placed?" The old woman laughed and patted your head.

"You got a very beautiful daughter." She says to Mochi and he didn't fail to notice the annoying sly smile you had on your face as soon as you prove your stupid shit.

"Thank you so much!" You thank the old woman before returning to your "daddy"

"See-"

"Daddy huh? I'd prefer if you call me that while I fuck you dumb." He leaned down and whispered on your ear giving it a lick after. The lewd sound he made clouded your mind with lust.

He just awaken your lost sex drive. The way his tongue felt was amazing and you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have it on your rapidly heating cunt.

"You fucking son of a bitch." You untangle your arms with his and your hand found its way on his belt. If you hadn't had the dose of your craziness earlier the day maybe you've already just jumped on his dick at the spot.

Not carrying about anyone but your “daddy”

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Don't copy.

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom (part 3 - FINALE) | Andy Barber x reader

(part 1) (part 2)

summary: andy knows how to take what he wants, and he wants you.

word count: 5.6k

warnings: SMUT, subtle dubcon elements, loss of virginity, infidelity (obviously), wedding ring kink (shocking!!! jk),

a/n: wow, after all this time I FINALLY finished this series. sorry it took so long. I still have an alternate ending that I want to write... but I wanted to go ahead and get this out first. thank you everyone for your patience! I kind of expect this to flop despite being the most requested thing ever, but idgaf.

“Honestly? I always had this weird fear that he was going to try to seduce one of my girlfriends.”

For the second time that day, you choked.

“Wh— are you okay?” Jacob gasped, running over to you as you coughed up water.

Your attempt to respond was useless as you could only sputter and cough, trying to communicate that you were fine with a casual wave, but only managing to flail your arm wildly.

“Was it something I said?” he pressed.

“No, I just—” you wheezed, but interrupted yourself with another coughing fit as your eyes watered from the lack of air.

He slapped your back to try to help you along but it wasn’t very effective, just adding one new source of pain to your predicament. I always had this weird fear that he was going to try to seduce one of my girlfriends, that was what he’d said. What does that even mean? Did he mean it like “I always had this fear, for no good reason,” or did he mean it like “I was always afraid of this, and now it’s come true”?

The way Jacob was looking at you— kind, concerned, patient— it didn’t seem like he suspected you of anything. He probably would’ve led with that if he knew something, right?

When your airways finally cleared and you were able to start catching your breath, you finished getting ready for bed quickly and hopped into bed. You couldn’t handle any long conversations with Jacob, though you tolerated some cuddling before you fell asleep.

You dreamt that night that you were drowning. Andy was holding you, his arms wrapped around you from behind as he pulled you to shore. Or was he pulling you under? Either way, you figured you’d had enough water in your lungs for one day.

You probably should’ve let them win at Scrabble… you just couldn’t help yourself.

“I have…” Jacob trailed off as he counted in his head, “177 points.”

“209,” Laurie announced, reaching over to rub Jacob on the shoulder sympathetically. “Sorry, honey.”

“384,” Andy grinned, setting down his pen and pad triumphantly and looking to you for your score.

“Um,” you stalled, almost embarrassed to say now. “I got, uh, 559.”

Laurie and Jacob erupted into sputters of confusion, demanding that you recount your points as if they hadn’t all seen you play ‘quixotic’ on a triple word space.

“Good game,” Andy murmured with a soft smirk as he stood up and left the table. You smiled back at him quickly, the other two too busy recounting the numbers on your pad to even notice.

So, that was the end of board games for the night. Jacob suggested a movie but you just knew that would just be you and him cuddling under one blanket… while Laurie and Andy cuddled under another. You weren’t sure you could take that. Instead, you decided to read your book outside— even though you figured Laurie was disappointed you didn’t want to do anything more social. Complimenting her beautifully landscaped backyard eased the blow, though.

It was hard to get comfortable on the patio couch, not because of the couch itself but because you knew it wouldn’t be long until somebody bothered you. When you heard the door open, you were a little disappointed to see Jacob approaching you.

“Hey,” he smiled, sliding in next to you on the couch and wrapping an arm around you.

“Hey,” you greeted in reply, slightly flat in your affect as you immediately dove back into your book.

“You’re feeling okay, right? We could go for a drive if you need some space,” he offered, rubbing your shoulder gently.

“No, I’m alright,” you mumbled. “You know me, I like my peace and quiet when I can get it.”

“You… like them, don’t you?” He must’ve sensed that you didn’t understand what he was referring to at first. “My family, I mean.”

“Oh! Yeah, that’s not the issue, really. I know we’re going back home tomorrow but I still need to decompress a little bit. I’ll be more social tonight, promise.”

When you looked up at him, his face was closer than you’d anticipated. It reminded you of when you two met, at a party where the music was so loud that you’d had to stand about this close to be able to carry a conversation. Well, technically that wasn’t the first time you met, because you had him in one of your classes that semester, but it was the first time you’d talked. He was fun, he was new, he was friendly. I can’t stay long, I’ve got a test in the morning, you’d yelled your explanation. You’re gonna ace it anyway, he had dismissed at the time, so you should stay and have fun! You deserve to have fun.

Maybe that was what had made you attracted to him: you couldn’t think of anyone else who had been so worried about what you deserved. But now, Andy was added to that list. You hated to imagine that Jacob had inherited that nature from his father. Is he treating you right? Andy has asked you that night, and you really weren’t sure even now what the answer was. He certainly wasn’t treating you poorly, but was that enough?

Back in reality (and not in your whizzing, anxiety-ridden thoughts), Jacob leaned in and kissed you softly. The kiss was just like him: patient, gentle, but also somehow energetic. It was… nice. Comfortable. Feeling a surge of boldness, you set your book aside and leaned into him, pushing the kiss a little deeper.

He let out a tiny little noise, nearly a moan, as your tongues began to slide together. His hand reached up to cradle the back of your head— you remembered that he did that a lot when you were making out, but all those times felt so foreign now. Your hands reached up to rub against his chest through his t-shirt; that dark maroon one he wore all the time, so much that it was forming a few holes at the hem. His hand slid down to your back and—

“Am I interrupting something?” Andy’s voice tore you both from the moment and from each other’s arms.

“Dad!” Jacob protested, sounding particularly immature with the way his voice rose to a shrill yelp of shock.

“I was just coming out here to let you know that your mother wants your help with dinner,” Andy explained, “but I wasn’t going to let an opportunity to embarrass you like that go by.”

“You never do,” Jacob sighed, giving you a quick kiss to the cheek as a goodbye as he stood up and walked inside. You felt Andy’s eyes on you as you looked to the ground awkwardly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. A few seconds after the door was shut, he spoke again.

“I couldn’t let you two get too hot and heavy, and besmirch this innocent patio couch.”

“You’d better not be mad at me for kissing my boyfriend,” you frowned as you stood up. “That’s the most normal thing that’s happened all weekend.”

“I’m not,” he assured, beginning to step closer to you. “Jealous? Slightly. Not that I see him as competition or anything.”

“Uh, you probably should,” you disagreed, raising your eyebrow in a mix of confusion and challenge.

“Honey, I saw you kissing. It was nothing to write home about,” he laughed. “He doesn’t seem to realize that, since he brought you here. Can’t blame him—-” he stepped closer to you and ever-so-delicately brushed his fingers against your arm— “but you know you can do better. You know nobody can make you feel like I do.”

“Andy,” you murmured, trying to step back as you glanced to the window by the backdoor, through which the both of you were clearly visible to anyone who sat in the living room. It was empty now, but it was too close for comfort. “Someone could see…”

“They’re in the kitchen, don’t worry,” he soothed, leaning down to ghost his lips over your cheek and neck, “nobody’s gonna see us, angel, s’just you and me…”

You didn’t want to, but you melted into his touch anyway. Just those little circles that his fingers drew on your back made your entire body erupt in shivers. “Andy,” you found yourself whispering as if you needed to remember who was doing this to you.

“I’m gonna fuck you tonight,” he whispered against your ear.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“Are you scared?” he teased. “Afraid my cock’ll split you in half?”

Embarrassed, you nodded.

He grinned, pulling back from your neck to force you into a deep, dominating kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to his shoulders, eagerly allowing his tongue access as it pressed into yours. A little moan escaped you, causing him to pull your body even closer. You had worried that kissing the two of them in a row like this would lead to an inevitable comparison, which would be beyond disgusting. But nope, this kiss made you forget that you’d kissed Jacob at all. Not that that exactly stopped it from being disgusting.

You knew if you didn’t stop yourself now, you wouldn’t be able to soon… and you really needed this kiss to end before you two got caught. Pushing on his chest, you pulled back with a sigh.

“We shouldn’t—” you began.

“No, you’re right,” he agreed with a reluctant nod. Still, you missed his touch now that it was gone. “We’ll have plenty of time for that later. It’s just hard to keep putting on a happy face when all I want is to grab you and bend you over the table and—”

“Oh god, you can’t talk like that,” you laughed nervously. “You’re gonna drive me crazy, I swear.”

“Haven’t I already?” he smirked.

You nodded, because he was completely right. With a quick wave, you opened the door to step into the house. He called your name, getting your attention as you turned around. In his hand, arm outstretched, was your book. “Almost forgot this,” he smiled.

“Right, thanks,” you nodded, taking it and going back inside.

You spent the rest of the day reaching new heights of anxiousness. Shaking your leg, chewing your lip, scratching your wrist— how could you relax after what Andy had said, how could you act casual? You were just waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the obvious opportunity to arise and for Andy to be inevitable like he always was.

You weren’t sure how he did it, but he did. He got Laurie and Jacob to leave you two alone in the house. With his influential career, he was probably used to getting what he wanted, but you hadn’t anticipated that he was so good at the hard work it took to get those things.

He got you, though. Not that that took all too much hard work.

“Enjoy the movie you guys!” you told them as they were making their way out the door. Jacob leaned in for a goodbye kiss, and softly asked one last time if you wanted to come.

He pulled your shirt up over your head, and you hadn’t even gotten it all the way off before he undid your bra with a quick motion. You hated to think about Jacob in that moment, but those few times you’d fooled around with him to this extreme, that part of the process had taken quite a bit longer.

When your breasts were free his hands latched onto them instantly; the rough pads of his fingers felt good against the sensitive skin, and his hands were so damn big. You felt your back arching into his touch.

“Can’t wait to get my mouth on these,” he purred, “but I need to see all of you first.”

You yelped as he picked you up and tossed you back onto the bed. He took off your socks first, which made you feel a little hot for some reason, and then reached down to pull at your shorts. You lifted your hips to make it easier, looking up at him and gnawing on your bottom lip nervously.

As he tossed your shorts and underwear aside, you suddenly felt very naked compared to his clothedness. Probably because you were completely naked and he was completely clothed. He smiled down at you before grabbing your ankles and resting them on his shoulders, starting to kiss up your leg slowly while never breaking eye contact.

You whined impatiently. “Andy, please, need you…”

“Shh,” he soothed, “we’ve got time baby, I finally got you all to myself and I’m gonna savor it.”

His lips moved up your calf and thigh, but irritatingly skipped anywhere salacious to get straight to your hips and belly. “Hnng, Andy—”

You choked on your words when he licked over your nipple, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth. It instantly hardened between his lips and he smiled. “Baby, you’re so sensitive,” he cooed against your skin as he kissed his way to the other and did the same.

Your hips bucked up and made contact with his clothed thigh; you let out a high-pitched moan and did it again, rubbing yourself against his suit pants. The rough material sent shocks of pleasure through you as Andy smiled and left little love bites along your neck.

"Look at you, such a needy little girl," he tsked. "Rubbing your cunt on me like a whore. You're gonna make a mess, baby."

"'m sorry I just— oh, fuck," you sighed, your head falling back onto the pillow with a soft thud.

"It's only fair," he shrugged. "I don't mind spending the rest of the night with your come on my slacks. So long as you spend it with my come still in your cunt."

You gasped, trying to imagine how you would hide that from Laurie and Jacob…

But you couldn’t keep on that train of thought for very long as he started to kiss down your stomach again.

“Please, Andy, need— fuck, I need you to— um, taste me, please,” you whimpered.

“Hmm, beg a little more,” he smirked.

It was a long line of nonsense after that; some barely-intelligible string of ‘please’ and ‘Andy’ with a little flair of embarrassing whining. He laughed a little before he finally did what you’d asked, latching his lips onto your swollen clit. Your back arched instantly as your hands clenched at the comforter beneath you.

It wasn’t at all like you’d imagined it would be— it was so warm, and he alternated between surrounding you with his mouth and teasing you with the tip of his tongue. You let out a long, deep moan when his tongue slipped inside you, twisting and massaging your walls so perfectly. Your hands carded through his hair, accidentally tightening and pulling when he licked right over your clit. He didn’t seem to mind, though, just moaning against you and doing it again and again and again until your legs were quivering.

Just as you were about to tell him that you were close, he instantly pulled away to speak. “I can tell you’re close,” he purred as if he’d read your mind.

“Please, don’t stop,” you begged, but he continued to sit up and started to open his belt.

“It’s not time to come yet, honey. It’s gonna feel so much better when you come while I’m inside you— for both of us,” he grinned.

As his sweater was discarded and his trousers were pushed down, you bit your lip. You weren’t sure you would ever get used to seeing his cock, especially when it had leaked enough pre-cum to leave a wet patch on his boxer briefs.

He was on you the second he’d finished stripping, caging in your body with his, growling as he started to kiss your neck. You whined and arched your back, your heart racing as you tried to cope with the fact that this was happening, this was really happening. It was surreal, or maybe it was more than real— you were going to lose your virginity. To Andy fucking Barber.

“I think you’re ready for me, don’t you?” he asked teasingly, his hips moving forward to press his cock against your inner thigh. You nodded as you swallowed thickly, gasping as he reached down and started to rub his swollen head through your folds.

“Please…” you sighed, even as your chest tightened with distant fear.

You had wondered if what he'd said about his marriage to Laurie being sexless was true. It certainly would be a convenient lie to garner your sympathy and make him look better. But you had no doubts it was the truth when he pushed his cock into you; he moaned like a man who had dreamed of this moment for years, who had been so deprived of affection for so long.

It hurt less than you’d expected, although it was certainly overwhelming.

“Oh fuck, Andy,” you moaned,

“Say my name again, baby,” he demanded with a groan.

“Andy!” you repeated, a little louder right as the tip of his cock hit so deep inside you that it hurt— and for some reason, you wanted him to do it again.

“Fuck, you need to be quiet, or the neighbors’ll hear you,” he hissed as he pumped into you deeper and faster. “Can you do that or do I need to choke you to shut you up?”

You whimpered from fear at that idea and he laughed a little.

“Don’t act so innocent, baby, I know who you really are: you’re my dirty little slut.”

“No I’m—” you began to disagree. A quick slap to the face, not too hard but stinging nonetheless, shut you up.

“You know you are,” he hissed, “so say it.”

You could barely carry this conversation, his cock filling you so completely that you couldn’t think about anything else. “Andy, I—”

“Say it.”

You gulped but managed to pant between heavy breaths, “I’m… I’m your dirty little slut, Andy…”

He grinned and began to move faster, deeper, somehow. You clutched at his shoulders, kissing him and groaning into his mouth. When his hips slammed into yours, you moaned louder than maybe you ever had before. "You want it rough, honey?” he taunted. “Want me to fuck you hard?"

"Yes, please!" you sobbed, your voice hoarse and desperate now.

He grabbed your hips and made good on his offer of brutality, and then some, making you nearly scream. He kissed you again, perhaps in an attempt to keep you quiet, although it didn’t work that well, as you mouth fell open with every cry. His teeth captured your lip as he growled above you, holding your hips up so the angle was perfect to send his cock right into the end of you, so deep— too deep, in the most perfect way.

His cock stroking against your walls was indescribable; each thrust made your entire body erupt in shivers. The stretch was difficult but you loved it, you loved the way his body pushed yours to its limits.

"Gonna come inside you, honey," he moaned, "gonna fill you up so good, gonna mark your body with my come and make you mine."

"Oh god, Andy, please," you sobbed.

"You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” he encouraged.

“Yes, so close—” you cut yourself off as you choked on nothing, you entire body beginning to tighten and seize up as pleasure spiralled higher and higher.

“Just like that, come on my cock,” he demanded, but you couldn’t do anything else even if you tried— the coil snapped as your vision went spotty. Just as you started to close your eyes, he held your neck and stared down at you. “Look at me when I make you come.”

You struggled to keep your eyes open with the intensity of sensation washing over you, but you didn’t want to know what would happen if you disobeyed. Those blue eyes pierced through you as you shivered underneath him, and with your walls constricting his cock just felt even thicker inside you. “Andy,” you whimpered, your fingers and toes erupting into pins and needles as you felt him flexing inside you— and he must have been coming in you in that moment, with the way he sighed and his thrusts pumped deeper yet more erratically.

Warmth spilled inside you as numbness decorated your extremities and fogginess clouded your mind. You lost focus as he collapsed beside you— even when he pulled out, you still felt full, due in part to his come inside you and in part to being ruined so thoroughly by him. Maybe you’d feel normal again tomorrow, or next week, but right now it was impossible to forget that you were fucked, in every sense of the word, by Andy Barber.

He pulled you into his arms and kissed your neck slowly, his breathing slowly returning to a stable pace as his chest pressed against your back. He was mumbling something about how you were his girl, how you did so good for him, but you were already drifting into sleep even though it was barely nine o’clock.

You woke up the next morning in the guest room with Jacob beside you, who informed you that he’d found you already asleep when he got back from the movie he’d gone to see with his mom.

You left just a few hours later, waving goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Barber as Jacob pulled the car out of the driveway.

three months later...

The sun was just starting to set as you made your way home after your last class of the night. Campus was gorgeous at this time of day, but you weren’t really taking the time to notice it as you focused instead on how wonderful it would feel to kick your shoes off, slip off your bra and slide into bed. What you didn’t anticipate when you unlocked your dorm room’s door was to find Andy sitting on your bed as he waited for you. You shut the door quickly so none of the girls mulling about the hall would see him.

He looked so out of place in your dorm. He was so… adult, and yes, everyone there was an adult, but he was a whole new level of adulthood compared to the other residents of the honors dorm.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you reminded him.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” he questioned casually.

“Because your son is on the other side of the hall,” you explained, unamused. “What if he sees you here? What if he sees your car in the garage?”

“You worry too much. I don’t give a fuck if my son lives nearby, if I wanna visit my girlfriend then I’m gonna do it.”

He’d never used that word for you before— or at least, not in front of you. It made you feel nervous, glancing to the floor as he stepped closer towards you. "I think I'm too young to be your girlfriend,” you decided.

"Perfect age for a mistress, though."

You stammered as you tried to balance the way that word made you feel sick with the way it made you feel aroused. He lifted your chin with a finger, his other hand pulling you closer at the waist. "Are you trying to act innocent, honey?” he smirked. “Do you think I didn't realize that it turns you on?"

"Wh-what turns me on?"

"The sneaking around. The secrets, the lies; the fact that it's wrong, forbidden, taboo. It's why you haven't broken up with my son yet and it's why you stare at my ring all the time— yes, I noticed."

You frowned, crossing your arms impatiently. “I haven’t broken up with Jacob because my relationship with him makes a great cover for my relationship with you… I’m doing that for us. And do you think I like the ring? I hate that stupid chunk of silver, seeing it on your hand makes me so livid because it just reminds me that I don’t have you all to myself and—”

“Baby, you know I’m all yours,” he purred, kissing down your neck as your back began to arch. “Meanwhile, I have to share you with him.”

You were amazed that he could refer to his own son with such disdain, but then again, you knew how jealous he could get.

“If you’re mine then take the ring off,” you suggested between panting breaths.

“If you’re mine then take it off for me,” he countered. His left hand was travelling up your neck and you grabbed it by the wrist. He pulled back to look at you as you brought his fingers to your mouth, kissing the tips of them before sucking on his ring finger, deeper and deeper, until it was poking down your throat and the ring was at your lips. Lubricating it with your spit and spinning it with your tongue, you used your teeth to pull the ring slowly off of his finger. He gasped a little as you opened your mouth and displayed it for him on your tongue, before spitting it out and across the room; it made a tiny little clinking noise as it hit your floor.

“Fuck,” he growled, the sound deep in his throat and dripping with desperation.

It felt like his hand never left your neck that night, like he was trying to claim you in every way he could all at once. He was so possessive over you, ironically. It was hard not to feel like your whole life was waiting. Waiting for the semester to end so the next one could begin. Waiting to graduate and get a job and finally begin your real adult life. Waiting for the marks Andy left on your skin to fade so you didn’t have to wear a turtleneck in June.

Waiting for Jacob to find out, like he inevitably would.

Waiting for Andy to leave Laurie, or at least do something to make it seem like this was going somewhere.

The thing about Andy was that he had this magical ability to make you stop worrying, in a way nobody and nothing else could. When you were apart, reality would set in again and you’d decide you needed to confront him the next time you saw him. It wasn’t even that you needed him to commit to you, specifically, you just needed to know what was going on— because how could he stay married through all this? He needed to leave her, not for you but for himself. You would get yourself all worked up and then he’d show up and soothe you until you forgot what you wanted to say in the first place. When you were together, the future didn’t matter anymore, and neither did everything that was wrong about what you were doing.

It was like living in a dream, a really strange dream. You were drowning in him, just like you’d known you would, but you didn’t want to stop. You didn’t want to stop the secret dates when you gave your friends and boyfriend some excuse about having to study, the rendezvous in the back of his car, the midnight phone calls where he was whispering so his wife wouldn’t hear.

You figured that after all this time of being a good girl— the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect girlfriend, the kind of girl you’d take home to mom— you deserved to let go. You deserved to have fun.

#andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x you #I FUCKING FINISHED IT #stay tuned for the alternate ending

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