#and the stress might be what's killing the juvenile ones

[littlewigglers]

Gonna be taking a posting break for a bit, the tanks all need changed up and I don’t feel like taking pictures while I do it.

[randomshenaniganery]

Reasons why the Svanaclaw chapter wasn’t as good as it could have been

It all starts with Leona, not that his character is flimsy or bad but I don’t think the writer handled him properly. 

The plot seems patched up.

Leona proves in literally every chapter but his own that he’s really smart. He’s the first one to notice Grim eating the weird black shit is bad, he’s quick at thinking and able to do something good while still benefit from it (helping the dumbass group with azul, helping jack from being ganged up on and beat up etch). The only thing he lacks is motivation and that’s because he’s already half given up hope. 

He’s also very likely projecting Farena onto Malleus. Its not much about Malleus is soo much better than him he’s intimidating but that Malleus absolutely wrecking Svanaclaw singlehandedly every spelldrive competition despite how hard he works and how many times he tries reminds him of how utterly useless all his efforts to be king of sunset savana ends up.

No matter all his hard work, his ability and his smarts were he just didn’t win, he won’t become king.

Putting that aside Leona’s ‘plan’ in the 2nd chapter is very... juvenile. 

It doesn’t match up with the rest of his intelligence. 

If every dorm but svanaclaw had incidents with their players then obviously svanaclaw would be the biggest suspect and yet in the chapter every five seconds they’re like OHHH make sure there is NOoooooooooo evidence. 

Also if Malleus is the only reason Svanaclaw loses why are they taking out people from other dorms? Why didn’t they take out people from Diasmonia? Why not just directly target Malleus? I get that he’s really strong and it would be super hard but it just seems like a waste of time to attack players from literally every dorm but the dorm that is kicking everyone’s ass. 

Not only that but if u can’t beat him in spelldrive with your own crazy magic what makes u think a stampede will kill him? That and also Leona’s freak out was so iffy and awkward to me. He just seemed like an asshole especially with the choking his dorm mates and he didn’t even over blot yet. 

I think that the writer was lazy took very direct plot points from the lion king slapped it on and called it a day. 

If you wanted the story to be more memorable or believable try this, Leona seeing some kind of news article talking about what kind of king Farena is, Leona’s family urging him to talk more to them, everyone talking about how Malleus is going to win the tournament in a landslide with very little hope for everyone else, jack talking about how leona used to be so cool in spelldrive. 

You build up Leona’s stress to the point that he’ll start to think that that stupid plan i mentioned might just work because he’s gotten to the point of being desperate. If he might win the spelldrive competition against Malleus Draconia maybe he still has a shot at being king. maybe it isn’t hopeless after all. 

you know what’s better than making him overblot before the competition? making him overblot when Diasmonia wins even if he tried dirty tactics. 

because then ALL of his efforts fall down, his practices at spell drive, how smart he is, how strong he is, and even with him playing dirty. He still lost and that’s what will make him lose it.

This is more authentic and far more in-character than what we got in twisted wonderland.

because Leona is (as I said), really smart and I believe that he’ll only do something stupid if he’s desperate.

So make him desperate. 

so like ya know twisted wonderland writers why’d you do him so bad?

[halloweenbitch2764]

Swimming Season

Gerard Way x Fem! Reader

Part One

~ I will be using she/her pronouns and female anatomy, everyone is 18+ @enchantinghouseofwh0res said if I made them wait for smut they'd kill me so now I gotta~

You were more than excited to finally get to swim. School was out for the summer which meant hanging around with your friends. Well, all but one. See, Gerard was always around despite you two fighting like cats and dogs. Inevitably one of you would make a snide comment, riling the other up until Ray stepped in and forced you two to stop.

You looked in the mirror, smoothing out your swim cover which was black with lace. You pulled on your shorts, went over that you had everything a few times before grabbing your keys and heading out. The drive to the Way household wasn't a long one. You grabbed everything before hopping out and heading to the backyard. You figured everyone was already there given that Franks car sat in the road and he likely picked Ray up on his way.

Music blasted from the backyard and you walked in, shutting the gate behind you. Everyone's eyes locked onto you and Frank let out an excited cheer as Ray smiled and waved. Mikey gave a quick smile before returning to just laying on a chair. You could feel Gerard's eyes burning into you as he relaxed in the pool. You weren't about to let it bother you. You ignored him and let the cover fall to the ground, your shorts soon following. Frank let out a playful whistle. You laughed and started putting on your sunscreen.

"Don't make her ego bigger than it already is. She might just tip over with that big head of hers." Gerard called, but you simply continued to ignore him. He obviously liked getting a reaction out of you but you weren't about to give him what he wanted. This day would be dedicated to the start of summer and everything that would come with it. It didn't take long to get sunscreen on as Mikey helped with your back and you soon waded into the water. It was cold contrasting with the heat of the sun. You let out a breath as the cold water threatened to knock it out of you.

You waded in faster knowing you'd adjust quicker in the end if you ripped the bandaid off. You felt Gerard's eyes on you and refused to look at him, swimming over to Frank.

The day was filled with banter between everyone (except Gerard) and went as well as you hoped it would. You, however, failed to notice the jealous glances Gerard would send you whenever you got a little too close to one of the other guys. He was internally seething with jealousy seeing Mikey help reapply your sunscreen. He felt juvenile but couldn't help it.

Soon the sun was setting and everyone had gone in to get some food. You opted to stay out for just a little longer. The hot tub looked ever so tempting given the cooling temperatures and light breeze that made the water on your skin feel cold. You double checked that everyone was inside before deciding to do something you normally wouldn't. You pulled off your swimsuit and laid it beside the hot tub. The coolness had made the idea all too tempting. You got into the hot tub, the jets instantly caressing your body and warming you back up.

The lights by the pool turned on and the hot tub glowed a light blue color. The whole moment was heavenly. School had stressed you out so the jets relaxed all the pent up stress and you closed your eyes. You failed to hear someone sneak up and steal your swimsuit though. You heard the backdoor close and your eyes shot open, not seeing anyone there before scanning the rest of the yard.

"Looking for this?" Gerard's voice taunted. Your eyes quickly met his before drifting to the clothing clenched in his hand. You felt a blush shoot across your face but the tub had already created a soft pink on your cheeks so it was hard to tell. "Give me that you prick!" You demanded, annoyed with this little prank.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he tossed them into the pool. "Whoops. Must've slipped." Embarrassment coursed through your body. You hadn't taken a towel with you by the hot tub given you were just going to slip back into your bathing suit. It didn't seem that you had many options. You couldn't exactly just stay in the hot tub all night.

"Wanted to see me naked that bad but knew you wouldn't be able to get my clothes off yourself?" You taunted. You weren't about to go down easy. He seemed caught off guard but quickly recovered. "I could get them off as easily as I want. Maybe I just want to see you squirm." The smirk had returned only in a much more obvious way.

Well if it's a show he wants, it's a show he gets.

You stepped out of the hot tub, not covering anything. You weren't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you embarrassed, trying to cover whatever you could. The walk from the hot tub to the pool wasn't a long one and soon you were wading back into the waters which were much colder. A soft gasp escaped as the cold water engulfed you but you regained your breath. He hadn't thrown the suit too far out so you reached it, diving under and grabbing the material before resurfacing.

A splash was soon heard behind you and you whipped around, unknowingly backing towards the side of the pool. Gerard suddenly appeared in front of you from under the water, his body trapping yours against the wall as you clutched the fabric in your hand.

"If you wanted me that bad you could have said something." You taunted once again. "I should be the one saying that. I see those little glances you send my way whenever I stretch and my shirt "accidentally" pulls up. Or that certain sparkle in your eye whenever I say something that fucks with you." His voice was quiet but a tone you hadn't heard before. You could feel your core warming up, pangs of arousal shooting off. You were so close to him, the two of you nearly touching. You didn't back up though. You didn't even hardly register that you didn't have clothes on at this point. There was only him.

"I bet you get off to me. Imagining my fingers inside of you, telling you what a whore you are. Giving you orgasm after orgasm until you can't walk straight the next day and then telling you you're such a good girl for taking my cock. I bet you moan my name when you cum."

He really couldn't have been more correct if he tried. You liked him. Sure, originally he got on your nerves. Over time you began to like his smart ass comments. And you never failed to notice the sparkle in his eye whenever he was talking about something he was passionate about. Or how genuine his smiles could be. However, showing your true feelings could be a challenge. Being a smartass was much easier.

He took the swimsuit from you, setting it on the concrete behind you. His chest pressed against yours as he pressed a few questioning kisses against your neck. He would give you time to back out should he have been reading the situation wrong.

You didn't stop him.

[kindheart525]

Snowcone was cuddled up in her room with a good book, one she had stolen from the restricted section of a magic library...coincidentally the reason she was grounded as well. 

Oh well, she got left alone at the very least.

That is, until the knock at her door.

“Hey, are you okay? May I come in?”

The cup of Snowcone’s emotional limits overflowed as soon as the knock rung through her room. She shoved her head under her pillow and screamed into the muffling cushion before calling out a response.

"I'm fine but I would really prefer if you wouldn’t!"

“Fair enough.”

Aurora’s voice sounded through the door, even and calm. A nice contrast from Mom and Mother’s constant nagging, plus she knocked instead of barging in. But Snowcone still didn’t want to deal with her right now.

“I brought you chickpea tikka from the Tasty Treat, though. Can I at least drop it off?”

There was a moment of silence so quiet one could hear a pin drop, followed by the sound of rushing hooves and a lock clicking. 

"You can come in if you want, I don't really care."

Aurora entered the room, not paying mind to the mess strewn across Snowcone’s floor or the curtains drawn on a hot summer’s afternoon, instead simply placing the dish on Snowcone’s nightstand.

“Sorry you got grounded. I’m around to talk if you want.”

“Thank you.”

Snowcone immediately hopped back onto her bed and shoved her nose in her book, not wanting to make eye contact after mumbling her answer.

She let out a deep sigh when Aurora began speaking. 

"What is there to talk about? I broke a stupid rule and Mother thought I'd learn my lesson sitting in my room for the 49th time!" 

She was so frustrated by all this, she had this impulse and taking a look at this book would scratch that impulse in her brain. It made her feel a whole lot better for...an hour. 

What was the harm?

Unfortunately instead of leaving her alone, Aurora decided to settle down by the end of her bed.

“I don’t think it’s a stupid rule. Restricted spells are a pretty big deal. You may not be planning to do anything with it but who knows what would happen if the wrong pony got their hooves on it. These rules are meant to keep Equestria safe.”

Aurora tried to lighten the mood a bit.

“At least you didn’t end up in juvenile detention.”

Right away Snowcone whipped her head around and lashed out at Aurora. She was lucky her sister was understanding because she was spitting fire at the poor mare. 

"You think I don't know that?! You seriously think I'd let it get into the wrong hooves?! Why did you come in here if you only wanted to...”

She stopped and teared up a little bit. 

"Yeah, I guess I didn't..."

Aurora simply patted her back in an attempt at comfort.

“I get it. You’re stressed out in school, you’re grounded, of course you’re having a hard time. I don’t think you’ve had Veuve over in awhile either.”

Then she opened a can of worms.

“Is something going on?”

Aurora validating her emotions felt so good, she explained herself and she was totally right!

Snowcone began to wonder why she didn't talk to her more often...

The next question made her less than happy though. How in Equestria was she meant to answer that? Should she tell the truth? Lie? 

"Nothing, I don't want to talk about it. You're just gonna shrug and then leave me to deal with it myself anyways."

To her dismay, Aurora pressed on.

“Not if you really need help, I won’t. I don’t always have the best advice but Aura has been helping Eclipse a lot, no? You don’t need to tell me anything but she might be able to help you too.”

Snowcone let out a deep sigh and shoved her pillow on top of her head as Aurora went on. 

"I'm not too sure about that and I would quite rather kill myself, but sure. What’s the worst that can happen? I'll go."

~~~~~~~~~~

Previous: Vigilante Next: How the Turntables

[inkofamethyst]

December 4, 2022

ONE MORE WEEK ONE MORE WEEK ONE MORE WEEK ONE MORE full week of classes during which I have a lot to accomplish (and catch up on) as I wait in a limbo to see whether I can skip two of my final exams or not (gotta prep for this Tuesday’s midterm agh).

I told the first three potential advisors that I’d submitted the applications for their schools (which is what a good potential advisee does) and the first one got back to me and said they were happy to see my name on the list (!!!! (objectively, that was the worst application of the three (it just... it felt really cobbled together and a little juvenile and perhaps unfinished/unrevised/unedited tbh), so if I do happen to get in there it will likely be my letters of rec that save me (and, of course, my arresting personality :P))) and another one emailed me tonight during my rehearsal and told me that my personal statement was "excellent” ((!!!!!!!) she’s one of the people I knew before I started these apps so it makes more sense that she’d be a bit more informal with me lol (obviously it’s far from a promise of admittance, but it’s still nice to hear because I will be pulling from that statement of purpose specifically to write the next five (literally I could probably copy/paste from that one to my “safety” program and switch up a few things then submit it tomorrow but Imma hold off (also “safety” is in quotes because it’s still a PhD program regardless of how it isn’t super selective (and while I don’t know for sure of any verified examples of “yield-protection” (which is something that got brought up a lot when I was perusing various forums (do not recommend) as I was stressed out over undergrad admissions (I am making a conscious effort to not do that this go-round)) there’s also a chance of that happening to me with that program, so)))))!  So I’m feeling great!  Nevermind the giant spider that greeted me when I got home from rehearsal today which my roommate had to kill for me!  People are excited to see my application!! [edit 3, 2 weeks later: I now believe that “I was glad to see your application” (except from the lady I know I think) is a canned reply aimed at not inciting my fear response, and it worked for two weeks but now? oh boy] [edit 4, about 2 weeks after edit 3: maybe.. maybe I let the insecurity win again; I keep forgetting that people often mean what they say and that I should stop looking for reasons why people might lie to me]

Those were really nice to hear because my parents were talking with me and mentioned that even if I got into my “safety” only, it might not actually be the best move to go there because it’s not regarded as highly as the other schools on my list and could be more trouble than it’s worth in the future when I have to find a job and I’m competing with students from big-name universities.  Like, where you attend for undergrad isn’t as big a deal as where you got your terminal degree from, and you can’t get any more terminal than a PhD, so I’d want it to count.  But.  I will only consider that if I have to.  For the time being, I will submit all of my applications (unlike four years ago where I decided not to apply to my Choice 10 because I’d been admitted to my Choice 8 before the Choice 10 deadline and would’ve preferred Choice 8 over Choice 10 any day (funny thing is, I ended up deciding between 7 and 9 because of finances, and I chose Choice 9 (and I’m fully satisfied with that choice!  it’s just so wild that it was at the bottom of my list then (my decision has since been justified by US News and World Report, by the way, as for the past four years at least my Choices 7+9 have been tied in national rankings, but this year, my senior year, my uni pulled ahead <3 (I fully recognize that rankings are not the only thing about a school that matter, but I think it’s okay to be a little shallow sometimes))))) and wait.  Impatiently, but I will wait nonetheless.

Lots to do lots to do lots to do.

I’m thankful that I went back home this weekend.  It’s (hopefully) one of the last years that I can just make little weekend surprise visits to my family on the fly, and while I want to leave this state which I’ve lived in my whole life, I will also really really miss my family.

This week I am going to make a conscious effort to take care of myself because I’ve been slipping for like the past month and as soon as I got home my mom was like “did you lose weight” and keep in mind that a) I’ve been the same weight since I was 12 and b) they saw me a week ago.  Anyway I weighed myself and I’d lost five pounds at some point???  Dunno if it was all just this week, and she wouldn’t/couldn’t tell me how she knew, but maybe it was the sunken eyes, tired stance, slow walk combo.  But!  No more skipping breakfasts, no more late nights [edit: HA it is now 1 am and I am bad at going to bed, apparently [edit 2: I did not go to bed until 3 am but I did finish an assignment]], facewashes daily, actively spend time outside my room.  A self-care a day keeps the burnout away or something like that.

[the-firebird69]

We are our son's words and what is doing is scaring the s*** out of our son and daughter and putting him in such duress and stress he's losing his hair we want this f***** dead this mac daddy is a huge a****** you have to tell him this you have to tell him that and her son says it's my job and I'm doing a good job at it you say it too and he's got to get the f*** out of here and his friend Ben Arnold and they've been injured in a stupid they're saying things are going to regret and really we're going to bring a lot more Force down here I'm tired of hearing you you're juvenile delinquents and you're sick and we want you out you're going to get what you're asking for stupid

Thor Freya

I can't help and I guess it might get me killed but he's saying is get the hell away from you with that stuff I would make you a play tell oven for that and I get I sort of get that and he says we're going to make you understand it and I have the power and you don't have the power to stop us I'm sick and tired of your s*** Mike brander you wanted to fight back then you're going to get one I know is we're going to wipe you out using each other if you now I've been waiting here but who cares so you can probably wipe us out with Ben Arnold and the rest of the Max and we're stupid he wants me to shut up and stop threatening him like you guys are and I can't cuz his brain abnormality what he says is good luck you're on your own you make a mistake here tonight or tomorrow with your aggression and you will buy the farm can I hear that so I'm going to be careful

Mac daddy

I don't hear what he's saying there's other things in life and we've seen it and we won't stop what we're doing and it's idiocy and we want to kidnap him and it's going to cause a huge problem and before being kidnapped and being held in the hospital people died everywhere he broke out of the state using it and it says I didn't use it on purpose it was idiots who are putting me there so now I understand something no but I guess we're fruit loops now but he says is we'll probably die there's a lot of people who are injured and you can't stop us except with Force and what we're doing is ridiculous if you got to come over here and take over the area with tanks and s*** and really we have satellites and spaceships it's what we designed and I do hear that

Ben Arnold

What they're saying is they might take a look at it first and I know how they do it and we need them to because they have to die and they're stupid assholes and they're making all these dumb noises and the rest of the max are having them do it and they won't stop their s*** with people here and now it's over the top

Thor Freya

Olympus

[petersenvistisen99]

Small Introduction to the Myth of Male Power

check here associated with Male Power is both my virtually all controversial book as well as the one requiring one of the most thinking-per-paragraph. Its reward is the biggest paradigm shift inside a man's look at of what good results and power are usually really about. Seven years after distribution, even with this specific book away from printing for a very few years, I commence many days researching one or even more emails from your male for whom this book has catalyzed a spiritual trip. For most guys, that's the rediscovery involving the person they had whittled away from to fulfill an image of himself that had always rubbed like sandpaper on his mind, but that this individual thought would give him the love and even respect of the people he loved and respected. Many of these males are not men who look at psychology sections of bookstores. Many are "bottom-line" men: attorneys, technical engineers, and executives who else want a lot within a short space, want data to back up it, and need the information about page 11 plus 347 to become consistent. I wrote Typically the Myth of Men Power this way because I think it is some sort of contradiction to state we want guys to read regarding relationships, then publish books which might be very sensitive only to can certainly style. For ladies this book creates a different journey. A single reflected in remarks like these: "I can see right now the best way my dad's devotion to their work [or his strictness and criticism] seemed to be his way of loving me, in addition to that makes us feel a great deal more loved. very well Or "This book has helped me permit go of the anger toward my personal ex and this seems men My partner and i go out with 'feel' the distinction. " Or "I finally feel I'm raising a son I understand--and just like (not just love). " Lately We have been asked "Have things changed because the Myth of Guy Power was released in 1993? inch The answer will be "Yes" and "No. " The actual dynamics have not improved: Men still be competitive to be the best protectors involving women, and females compete for the particular best protectors. As a result there is nevertheless no one asking why only our 16 year old sons need to register for the draw up, or why totally of juveniles allocated to death line are boys (even though juvenile women may kill their particular children). The 2050 elections continue this dynamic. Married ladies preferred Bush; unmarried women overwhelmingly favored Gore. Why? Voting motivations are complex, but Gore stated more government defense, and unmarried females often seek the government as substitute for husband-or substitute guard. In contrast, 40 percent of wedded women do certainly not work outside typically the home when their children are youthful. So the committed woman is considerably more likely to care about her husband's income not being taxed, thus encouraging a choose Bush (Bush's setting of being the married woman's guard would be to protect the girl husband's ability in order to protect). In different methods, both Gore in addition to Bush sought to be able to be women's defender, each receiving the greater support coming from the sort of female who felt most protected by him or her. There have, though, been changes since the early '90s-including ones that please me. In The Myth of Guy Power I noted the seven-to-one discrimination against funding with regard to prostate versus breast cancer research, and stressed this in the flap coat and in interview. We are delighted to be able to see the funding for both malignancies has increased and even the gap features decreased. Nevertheless , typically the remaining funding hole is still big and has doubtless been an issue in prostate cancer deaths now exceeding breast cancers deaths. Concurrently, the particular business success involving publications like Gents Health magazine, and drugs like Viagra and even Rogaine, are encouraging governments and drug companies to commit in and what will become by far the particular most important discovery in men's well being: a men's beginning control pill. Intended for reasons I go over in Father and Child Reunion, In my opinion we will observe a men's delivery control pill inside the decade. If prostatic cancer funding may be the good news, typically the rest of men's health is the particular bad news. In Typically the Myth of Guy Power, I recognized nineteen regions of mens health that have been abandoned. Since then, (in Women Can't Hear What Men Avoid Say) I identified 18 other overlooked areas of mens health. With the particular exception of prostate cancer, all 35 neglected areas are usually still just as neglected. In the early on '90s, the mens movement was within its spiritual, introspective and self-responsibility phases (Robert Bly, typically the New Warriors, in addition to men's retreats all emphasized spirituality and even introspection; Promise Keepers and the Mil Man March emphasized men's spirituality plus responsibility to the particular family). The twenty first century, though, is witnessing a new shift in the way the gents movement is understanding men's issues--a change to what might be called both the "son and father" phase or the "responsibility in addition to rights" phase. Hence we see a new responsiveness to findings which our sons will be doing much even worse in school than our daughters; some sort of broader acceptance in regards to the importance of dads, plus the beginnings associated with an knowning that only as women desired the right in order to income to accompany responsibility for salary, so men can want the proper to children to accompany responsibility intended for children. In Father and Child Reunion I explain these kinds of "Men's ABC Legal rights and Responsibilities"-in the areas of Abortion, Contraceptive and Childcare judgements. We continue to see the distinction between the women's plus men's movements: typically the women's movement offers stressed a women's right to become more responsible for earnings, but additionally stressed some sort of woman's right to be less liable for the family members (abortion; child care; birth control; getting married to later; gay marriages; social permission for no children); the men's movement provides stressed the people's right to always be more accountable for the family (all fathers' rights groups fight for the right in order to more father engagement with children). Which usually is why the particular men's movement is usually so important for the particular women's movement in case the family is to not be sacrificed. The shape of male-bashing has evolved. There will be fewer male-bashing publications that masquerade while self-help books (I'm Okay, He's Certainly not types). But technology has quickened the spread of male-bashing humor via e mail and sites. (Lower cost, cheaper pictures. ) The Shoebox division of Characteristic, the division of which produces the many male-bashing cards, has been transformed from Hallmark's "tiny small division" to Hallmark's most profitable. (Now there's progress! ) And TV adverts that portray just one sex as being a jerk still select men 100% of that time period. Emails are to be able to men what the particular telephone is always to women. I receive regarding ten times while many emails web site used to get letters, and most are from adult men who are articulating feelings: feelings regarding isolation; feelings of hurt (e. h., that after breakup their wife could say nothing positive about them); thoughts of pain and anger (most often that divorce got generated the loss of his children, his children staying turned against him or her, and the lawful system frustrating their every attempt in order to see them); feelings of suicidal hardship (at perceived false allegations of intimate harassment, date afeitado, or spousal abuse). The public continue to believes that women do two jobs and men carry out one, and this specific still generates enormous resentment within the home front. Each time a working woman cooks typically the meal, then clears up the food, she's often thinking of cooking the men and after that freezing him out. The shortage of understanding regarding the man's 10 hour longer work week outside the particular home (on average), or his fifty areas of side of the bargain around the house, resulted in my spreading men's contributions inside Women Can't Listen to What Men Avoid Say. Most men and women still assume household violence is likely in order to be perpetrated by men, despite typically the overwhelming evidence that it is perpetrated slightly more by women. When I actually presented this files in this guide, the valid concerns this raised have been so numerous that I was motivated to reply to every of them found in Women Can't Notice What Men No longer Say and include an appendix regarding the fifty research documenting this summary. The misconceptions are extremely fundamental that mandatory arrest laws had been created with typically the assumption they might lead to the arrests of nearly all men. Nevertheless when police found the evidence plus didn't have the option of disregarding the arrest involving the woman, the mandatory arrest laws led to a marked embrace the number and even percentage of girls arrested. There are few messages from the ladies movement that demonstrate a deeper disbelief of what masculinity is about than the belief that local violence emanates through males learning these people have a directly to beat up females. (Boys who beat upward girls are referred to as sissies, and beaten up by other boys. ) "Treatment" programs based in that theory unwittingly encourage domestic violence. Chapter 12's "Twelve Female-Only Self-Defenses", just about all of which refused the possibility of men as victims, have gone nearly unchallenged as the particular violation of typically the 14th Amendment that will they are. Typically the good news within the areas of intimate harassment, date afeitado and domestic abuse has come from the bad news: fake accusations have already been frequent enough of which the "rush to judgment" continues to be, well, less rushed. GENETICS evidence has exposed many false claims of date rasurado. Due process privileges are beginning to be able to mean something again. But it is definitely rare for the woman who makes a false accusation to receive punishment for doing it--even if it results throughout the man shelling out years in imprisonment and being raped in the method. I cannot record that parents or our schools performing a better career re-socializing our daughters to share obligation for taking sexual initiatives. More mothers and fathers tolerate their adolescent daughter asking a boy out by simply option, but few parents are assisting her learn to share responsibility intended for both risks plus rejection by expectation. This concerns me because success in business relies in teaching our little ones to take hazards, fail, handle rejection and choose husbands who desire the woman who uses risks. I want the daughters to learn to be able to take risks when their parents usually are around to aid them put typically the rejections in perspective. When we overly guard girls, we injure the women they come to be. Updating this intro has required a shortening in the original introduction. The reduced, and additionally latest version of the initial follows... The Fantasy of Male Influence is not a positive return to the 1950s man; it is usually a leap frontward for the 2050s person. As well as the 2050s female. It truly is about the reason why the male-female jobs which were functional for the species regarding millions of many years have become dysfunctional within an evolutionary immediate. Short Introduction To be able to The Myth Regarding Male Power from your 2001 Edition by simply Warren Farrell Dr . Warren Farrell 's [http://www.warrenfarrellblog.com] books are printed in over 40 countries, and inside 13 languages. Warren could be the only person ever elected three times to the Table of Directors of the National Firm for Women (NOW) in New You are able to City. He provides been chosen by simply The Financial Instances as one regarding the world's best 100 thought market leaders, is in Having Who in America/The World. He offers taught in 5 disciplines, most lately at the Institution of Medicine from University of Florida, San Diego, and is definitely ranked by the Intercontinental Biographic Centre regarding London among the tour's top 2, 500 scholars in the 20th Century. He existence with his better half, Liz, and 2 daughters in Mill Valley, Ca. Click his name in order to visit Warren Farrell's [http://www.warrenfarrellblog.com] blog.

[letarasstuff]

Normal People don't know their IQ

(A/N): Inspired by me, who recently discovered normal people don’t know their IQ, while I was tested two or three times already...

Summary: A certain someone is the only way to get the UnSub. But there’s also something different that makes her special.

Warnings: Angst (fluffy end, I swear), language, mentions of rape and torture, mention of dead people, the usual CM stuff I guess Wordcount: 2.0k

✨Masterlist✨ _________________________________________

“Garcia, I need you to look into high school teachers, who are suspended or fired for inappropriate behavior towards students and live in the area of the kidnappings”, Hotch orders in a stern voice. But you can’t blame him, after all there are currently six dead teenage girls and one missing. One can only hope and work as fast as possible to get her back to her parents alive.

The team is working a case in Sacramento, California. Teenage girls get abducted on their way home from school, are held for exactly a week and are killed by a simple cut to their throat. The torture they have to endure beforehand isn’t as simple. The last two also show signs of rape.

The dumbing sites are different parks all over the city. The placing happens overnight only to have the girls found the next morning by a clueless jogger or stroller.

“Let’s go over the profile again, I feel like we are missing something”, Rossi commands. His gut feeling tells him only that much, he just has to find out what it is.

“It’s a white male in his mid thirties to late forties. He blends in, so he has to be or has been a teacher. Someone who looks like they belong into a school isn’t suspicious”, Spencer counts the facts.

“The victims all look similar, probably resembling an ex-wife or girlfriend”, Morgan adds. Before he can get into the depth of the torture a phone rings.

“My lovely crime fighters, I got an address. Charles Collins. philosophy and history. Got suspended for suggestive talk towards his female students. He is also said to stare at them and certain body parts for way too long and way too obvious. Gross. Annnd that- wait”

“What is it, Garcia?” Hotch asks after a moment of silence, which is unusual for the ever bubbly tech analyst.

“You got your profile wrong. Collins doesn’t take these girls because of an ex flame.”

The team looks at each other in confusion. Garcia always stresses how she isn’t a profiler and can’t judge over people, because she only wants to see the good in them. How is she able to tell that the profile is off?

“Shoot baby girl, we don’t have much time left”, Derek urges her. He wants nothing more than to have this SOB finally behind bars. The whole team wants that.

“He has a daughter. Technically it’s not his daughter, it’s someone else’s, but he is her foster father. Go and please save both girls!”

Penelope doesn’t have to say it twice. After a brief thank you and goodbye the team is on their way to the given address. As soons as they get there, everyone notices the absence of a car in the driveway. Hotch sends Spencer, Emily and Derek through the back door, the rest goes in from the front.

“FBI! OPEN UP!”

It’s needless to say that nobody opens up. There is no other way than kicking the doors down.

After entering the house and clearing the first floor, Rossi points towards the stairs that leads to the first story. There are only two rooms. A bathroom right hand and a closed door left hand.

Morgan counts quietly down before also kicking this door down and screaming “FBI!” But he seemingly talks with air, because there is no one to be found. Once again the team swarms out to look for evidence or clues.

As Spencer looks through the room they cleared last, he sees various things that make him smile. Several bookshelves are flooded with all kinds of genres, authors and covers. At first he can’t make out in which way they are sorted. But a closer look makes him realize that they are sorted by the author’s birth year. The doctor is kind of impressed, because that means the person knows when they are born in order to find a certain book. He likes the idea, it is a nice little challenge.

While he investigates further a sound makes him stop. He sends a text to Emily and waits for her. When she enters the room Spencer gestures to her to keep it quiet. Then he points to the bed.

They lower themselves down to the floor at the same time on each side of it. A girl, no older than 14 years, lays there shivering in angst. With big doe eyes she looks at Spencer and whispers:

“Please don’t hurt me.”

A while later the team is back at the station with the girl sitting in one of the interrogation rooms. The temperature is already set down, though Hotch feels really bad for it. Still there is another girl out there waiting to be safed.

“Baby girl, what can you give us on her?” Morgan sets his phone in the middle of the table and switches the speaker on.

“Our little girl’s name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), fourteen years old. Parents were deemed to be unable to look after her since they are both heavy drug addicts and didn’t even register her crying for two hours straight. Since the age of six months she bounces through the system with nobody wanting to keep her longer than two years. They claim she is too smart for them and want somebody to look after her, who can challenge her intellectually.

“Collins took her in one and a half years ago. He got her signed up in several activities after school, like chess and academic decathlon. As of right now she is a junior with an opportunity to graduate next year. Her teachers describe her as incredibly bright with a complicated way of thinking.”

“Complicated way of thinking? Her intelligence was neglected for years, so she gave herself her own challenges. I found her books sorted by the birth year of the authors. She found ways of making things more difficult for herself, that’s why she fabricated strange ways of thinking. This is often found in children with high intelligence, who are not boosted enough by their environment”, Spencer explains, getting more and more furious.

His colleagues feel that this is a sensitive subject for their resident genius. JJ comfortably puts a hand on his shoulder, making the tense go away.

“Emily and Dave, I want both of you to interrogate her. We need to know where he hides the girls. JJ, try to hold the press off for a bit longer. Morgan, Reid, I want you to watch and look for tells or anything else”, Aaron orders.

Everyone works on their given task immediately.

You don’t need to be a profiler to see that (Y/N) is scared out of her mind. She has her feet on her chair and her head lies on her knees. When the two agents enter, she tries to at least fake some kind of composer. But she fails miserably at it.

“Hello (Y/N), may I call you that?” Emily begins in a soft voice. The teenager nods shyly. “Good, (Y/N). My name is Emily Prentiss and this is David Rossi. We are agents from the Behavior Analysis Unit from the FBI. Do you know why you are here?” The teenager shakes her head.

“Ok, let’s cut the chase”, David's voice booms through the small room. “You know exactly why you are here. From what we saw in your room you are an incredibly smart girl. How high is your IQ? 130? 135?”

“147 a-actually”, she nervously corrects the agent, never meeting his eye. The team notices this fairly quickly.

“Even better, normal people don’t know their IQ. So you know what your forster father does. You saw the news, you read the papers, you heard your classmates talk. In addition to that, the girls look alarmingly similar to you. And all of the sudden Charles is more often out than usual. So do us a favor and come clear.” Then he pulls out a picture from a manila folder on the table. Emily tries to intervene.

“Rossi, don’t. She is not the UnSub. (Y/N) is just unfortunate to be at the wrong place.” “She might as well be another UnSub if she doesn’t do anything to help us. Do you know how long you are going to jail for helping hi-”

“I don’t know anything. I- of course I saw what is h-happening. A-and I connected the dots a long time a-ago. You know, Charles lost his job and that’s a stressor. T-then Child Service was investigating him, because of the suspension’s reasons. I-I couldn’t do anything. I had no evidence, the police wouldn’t believe me. I asked him once wh-what he thinks about, you know, what’s happening. He slapped me and told me to not talk about it again. I’m so sorry, I wanna help. The only thing that comes into my mind is an old cabin he once mentioned when I first arrived at his. B-but I don’t know if it helps you. P-please, I don’t want to go to jail or juvenile, I-” Then (Y/N) breaks down into tears.

Emily is in an instant by her side trying to calm her down, while Hotch gives the information to Garcia. As soon as she finds the location, JJ takes a seat next to (Y/N) and the rest of the team flies out.

“You don’t have to be scared of him anymore, Sweetheart. My colleagues will find him and he will be tried and convicted. He will never be a threat to you again”, the blonde tries to comfort her.

“Whenever I leave an abusive home, there will be another one that’s exactly the same. The only difference with Charles was that he seemed to understand me. He helped me. There’s nobody who is willing to do what he did for me”, she admits sadly.

It breaks JJ’s heart, because her words are true. Even though he is a killer, Collins did help her. But she is also determined to show the young girl that he isn’t the only one who can do that. That there are more people out there, who are kind and as helpful if not more.

Not long after this the team brings the man into the station, Morgan guiding him with a deadbolt-like grip.

Rossi spots (Y/N) in a break room with a hot drink in her hands. While making his way over there, Spencer follows him. He wants to talk with her as well.

“(Y/N) I’m sincerely sorry if I hurt you earlier. I didn’t intend to scare you, we just had to act quickly and you were the only source of information available. I also wanted to tell you, that your achievements are astonishing and I guarantee you a bright future, maybe even at the FBI”, he winks at the end of his last sentence.

“I understand, Agent Rossi. But doesn’t everybody know their IQ? I assumed everybody gets at least tested once in their life in some way”, she asks with surprise in her voice.

At that the older man is speechless. Of all things she could accuse him of legitimately, (Y/N) goes with the most innocent question.

“Actually, not everybody gets tested. A reliable test has to be done by a psychologist and most people don’t go to one. Furthermore there has to be a valid reason to do one, that’s why a great part of the population doesn’t know their IQ”, intervenes Spencer. He has to infodump, since the last time was over half an hour ago.

“But you also have to differentiate between the several kinds of intelligence, because intelligence is way more than being good at math. There…”

Rossi stopped listening to the excited interaction between the two geniuses. Instead he watches their body languages and facial expressions. He hasn’t seen both of them more at calm than they are now.

After all there might be a way for (Y/N) to get a little Happy End.

[therealvinelle]

What if it was Charlie and Bella that switched bodies upon Bella's arrival at Forks?

Oh, god, the awkwardness.

The only thing worse than being a shy, virgin teenaged girl in her father's body, having to figure out how dress in the morning and pee, is being a middle-aged man in his teenaged daughter's body.

Charlie and Bella are both shy and awkward people and it's very possible they would just die. Both of them. The embarrassment might just prove too much to handle.

If, however, it didn't, and they have to live like this...

Bella's education can't be put on hold, and Charlie can't afford to stop going to work.

They'd have to impersonate each other in their respective zones - Charlie goes to high school and brings the homework back to Bella, and Bella goes to work for Charlie and brings the paperwork home. At home they suffer terribly under the awkwardness of it all.

Bella as Chief Swan

She goes to work, and has no idea what she's doing. Someone is drunk in public and needs escorting home? Bella reeeeally doesn't want to be the one to do that. Or should she be arresting them?

She performs poorly at work, and relies completely on her colleagues for even basic judgement calls. Which is bad because she's supposed to be the sheriff, not them. From being a seasoned cop, chief Swan has suddenly become a jumpy rookie.

Charlie, hearing about this at home, is tearing his hair out and seriously worried about losing his job over this.

He has to tell Bella to take out a sick leave. She jumps on that.

Charlie as Isabella Swan

He goes to school, and is every bit as awkward as the new girl in class as Bella is, only with the added dimension that he's hanging around his friends' kids and that's... it's weird, it's just weird.

Weirder still is Biology class.

He's always had a high opinion of the Cullens. It's a good, wholesome family.

Or so he thought.

There is something wrong with that Cullen kid.

Charlie spends that Biology class feeling increasingly alarmed by Edward's behavior.

When Edward takes a leave of absence for a week after that he's not sure what to think. It's not enough to send Bella to have a chat with the boy's father, he'd only be putting more stress on his already stressed out daughter, but... Charlie doesn't like this. He doesn't like this at all.

Edward returns to schoo, and starts making small talk with Charlie, suddenly Mr. Polite.

It becomes real clear to Charlie, real quick, as Edward asks questions and is interested in Bella, that this kid is flirting with his daughter.

Oh, no. No. No for all the reasons. This kid is a creep, he looks creepy, and even if he was alright, Charlie absolutely cannot encourage any romantic endeavors while in his daughter's body. Oh no.

He cuts off Edward's questions with a polite, but firm "Sorry, not interested."

Edward is agog.

He is agog, astonished, mortified, and offended.

Who does this girl think she is?!

He shuts right up, and spends the rest of the day stewing. So this is what's happening in this girl's brain. It's not that she's not talking to the other students because she's mysterious and on a higher mental plane, nope, she's just that much of a stuck up.

"Not interested"?!

He recovers well enough, or, well enough to go talk to her after school that day.

He's standing by her car when she gets to it, smiling crookedly. "Hello, Bella," he murmurs, leaning against the driver door. (Can't have her leave before they've talked.)

Charlie blanches.

His instincts were right about this kid.

He finds himself suddenly glad he and Bella swapped bodies. He's an adult and a cop, he knows how to deal with this kind of situation. Bella is safe elsewhere.

This kid can look forward to a juvenile restraining order.

"Hello, Cullen," he says civilly, not wanting to escalate the situation. "Would you please move?"

Edward's boyish smile widens. "I just want a quick word with you, if that's alright," he says, not moving. He lowers his chin, and looks up at Charlie through his eyelashes. "It seems I gave you the wrong idea earlier."

Is this the kid's idea of making like he's not flirting with Charlie's daughter?

"I see," is all Charlie says, and throws a pointed look at the car door. "Look, I really do need to leave. I have to be at work in fifteen minutes."

Edward's lip twitches. Does she really.

At this point, he doesn't want her to get away so easy, if only out of spite. Again, who does this girl think she is.

"How about I give you a ride?" he asks politely, still smiling. Nevermind that he knows her scent would become overwhelmingly strong if they were in a car together. It's overwhelmingly strong as it is.

God, that scent.

Charlie, meanwhile, hearing those words, watching that kid's eyes look less and less human by the minute, is suddenly wishing he had a tazer. Scratch that, a gun.

Thank god it's him in this situation, and not his daughter.

"No thank you," he says tightly.

Well then.

Edward tried, he really did.

He gave her several chances.

All too aware of the many witnesses in the parking lot he lets Bella get into her car, and then once she parks her house in the driveway (of course she was lying about work!) and no one is there to see, he whisks her away to be killed in the woods.

The aftermath

Charlie-as-Bella is murdered in the woods, it's horrible, then suddenly he's back in his own body.

He tries to find the place he was taken to, desperate to find her, to find something, but Edward was moving at a pace where he couldn't see at all where he was going.

A funeral is held.

The Cullens show up, Edward sporting a pair of black aviators.

He goes to Billy, tells him what happened, that he was right about the Cullens being demons. They killed his daughter, and god knows who else they're going to kill.

Billy is horrified, but ultimately not surprised. The Cullens were lying about their intentions, then.

The treaty is void, and the Cullens have to die.

As Sam and others start phasing, they start preparing for war.

And this is where I'll leave this AU of, as we're headed towards a bloodbath.

[wannabevampire]

allie update!

i think want to go on hiatus for a little bit?

honestly i don’t know what this would entail? maybe i’m just -gone- for a few weeks? maybe i’m active but write less? maybe i’m just gonna take a break for a few days and see how i feel. not sure yet.

slight warning: i talk about some anonymous ‘hate’ i’ve gotten on here. so terms like “kill yourself” are mentioned. i mention experiencing sexism and ableism irl as well as rude comments about my english speaking skills and stuff. no detail or anything, nothing triggering in my opinion but i just want to be careful!

writing is my passion and i really love this community but i’m super stressed.

i get…a lot of non-so-nice anon messages.

like…a lot.

all the way from being rude to me for not answering my asks fast enough to slut shaming me and telling me to kill myself. and as much as i can pretend they don’t affect me they really do.

plus with school, work, and a potential internship i just have so much going on.

i’m feeling really bad about myself and a lot of people are being really mean to me. i feel stupid and juvenile saying that but i can’t find a better wording. i want this to be an escape.

i go to work and get shit on for my mannerisms and condescending mean comments about my accent that i try so desperately to get rid of.

i go to class and i’m the only girl there. I’m met with constant sexism and ableism from my peers and professor.

i don’t know who my friends are.

i come on here and random people are telling me i deserve to die?

it hurts, so fucking much. i’m tired of pretending like this doesn’t affect me. so i’m going to say this because some people on here need to understand:

writers and content creators are real people. we read your comments. we see your reblogs. we are not fictional characters.

most of the time my interactions with you guys are lovely and wonderful! but other times…

this is not a one time thing. it’s repetitive and harmful. and it makes me want to quit writing.

i 100% promise i will come back! you guys aren’t getting rid of me that easily <3 i just need some time to…think? this year has been really shitty for me (in my personal life) and i need to put myself first for a little bit.

but it in the mean time, take care of yourself! treat others with respect and kindness (unless they suck, then you can be mean!) go buy yourself a latte and a new book, call a friend.

as always

xoxo,

your friend Allison 🕊<3

note: my current plan is to post a few more blurbs and headcanons, continue to chat with you guys for a bit. and then…see where things go? if i take a break and realize i’m in a place where i can come back i honestly might not be gone for too long! i will notify when i decide to go on hiatus :) but until then i look forward to chatting with you guys for a bit longer! <33

[sylvies-chen]

You Make Me Feel So Young

Summary: Tim shows up at Lucy's apartment after struggling with some guilt, and finally gets that dance she'd saved for him.

Warnings: none

Words: 2.6K

A/N: For day 1 of the Chenford Fanfic Week 2021 organized by @therookiebook!! I'm so excited to participate, I hope you guys like this oneshot <3

AO3 link

++++++++

He feels guilty.

Lucy knows he does, even before he tells her. After everything at Angela’s wedding went down, after she and Jackson had been taken and nearly died, after the dust had settled from that entire stressful day, Lucy can feel the guilt oozing out of him.

Only Tim Bradford shows up at her door to talk about it, and it’s about the last thing she expects to happen.

Like, ever.

“Hey,” he blurts out as soon as she opens the door.

“Hi.” Lucy doesn’t know what to say but she knows the hand that’s holding onto the edge of her door feels numb all of a sudden and her breath gets caught in her throat.

“Can I come in?” Tim asks, trying to seem nonchalant. Lucy sees right through it, knows that him coming here alone, out of the blue, must mean something’s wrong. But she doesn’t say anything because she knows Tim takes a while sometimes to be able to open up. So instead, she nods.

“Yeah, of course.” Jackson’s out, so she lets Tim in without hesitation. Not that it’d matter if he were here, really, but she sees that broken, guilt-ridden look in Tim’s eyes and knows it’s best that they’re alone.

He plays it cool at first— out of self-preservation, she thinks— and looks around the apartment as she lets him in.

“This place looks a lot nicer than the last time I saw it,” he starts out.

“Yeah, well Cujo’s not around to tear up pillows anymore so I’d say it’s a big improvement,” she jokes meekly.

His hands are shoved in his pockets stiffly as he walks around her living room, glancing over to Jackson’s bedroom.

“Jackson’s not here?”

“No, he went to check up on Angela. I’m surprised you aren’t there too,” she adds.

“Why’s that?”

“Because it’s where you’ve been for the past week,” Lucy explains simply, glancing at him expectantly and waiting for him to talk. Not this kind of talk, not small talk or dancing around what he really needs to get off his chest, but for him to actually, really talk.

All does is stand by her couch, less than ten feet away from her, and avoid her gaze. She swears she can see his fists tensing up in the pockets of his jeans. “I didn’t realize you were keeping track.”

“I wasn’t.” She was . “I just know how worried you were about her when she was taken. I don’t blame you for not wanting to leave her side.”

“Just making up for what I didn’t do the first time, I guess,” he grumbles under his breath.

Lucy sighs, cutting their small talk short and getting to the point. “Why are you really here, Tim?”

Her bluntness surprises him, she thinks, because he blinks at her. “What?”

“Why are you here?” She repeats. “You’ve never shown up at my place randomly while off shift. Hell, I didn’t even think you’d remembered I live here. I know this past week has been intense but clearly you need something or else you wouldn’t have come here. So would you just tell me whatever it is you want to say so that I can help you?”

He exhales quietly, his chest shaking as it falls. “It’s my fault. Angela and Jackson nearly died, she nearly lost her baby, they were put in danger at her own damn wedding, and it’s… it’s my fault.”

“No, no,” she replies sympathetically, shaking her head. “It’s not. What happened to them happened because of La Fiera, not you.”

“I was her man of honour,” he explains with a dry and slightly sarcastic chuckle. “Where’s the honour in failing to protect the bride?”

“If you really felt that, you wouldn’t have come here. You knew,” she tells him, her voice determined and fierce. “You knew I wouldn’t let you sit here and feel sorry for yourself. If you wanted to sit around feeling sorry for yourself you would have gone to a bar, alone. But you came here, which means somewhere deep down you know you couldn’t have done anything to stop it.”

For one of the only times since Lucy’s known him, Tim Bradford is speechless. He looks for words but finds none, huffs, and sits down on her couch, fiddling nervously with his thumbs. Her heart sinks at the sight of it. This guilt of his isn’t going away with anything she says, she knows that now. Healing takes time, so all she can really do is just be there for him.

She sits down next to him on the couch, leaving only an inch of space. “You don’t have to carry the weight of everything, you know,” she continues gently. “You take on so much, you don’t always have to feel so responsible for every bad thing that happens. That’s no way to live.”

“I’m a cop,” he shrugs painfully. “I became a cop because I wanted to keep helping people, protecting them. So sure, it might make me a more serious person, but I do it because it’s supposed to be what I do best.”

“I get that. But no one’s perfect. I’m not perfect, even with all of your Tim tests,” she teases meekly. “That doesn’t mean you did anything wrong. You fought hard to get both of them back and you did. You did that. Angela’s home now, she and the baby are safe and alright. That’s what matters.”

He looks at her, stunned but greatly appreciative. “Thanks,” he offers, slightly begrudgingly, after a moment. “I just... thanks .”

“I think I have something of yours,” she tells him gently, changing the subject to lighten the mood. Because if she can’t assuage his guilt then at the very least, she can make him feel better; feel happy again.

Tim’s brows scrunch up, sending a confused look her way. Lucy wordlessly moves to pull out her phone, connecting it to the small wireless speaker on the coffee table. The buttons crisply click as she turns up the volume, pressing play on the first ballad she finds in her list of varied songs. (But her taste in music isn’t actually as diverse as she’d like and is really just filled with K-pop tracks).

The music streams through the speaker and throughout the apartment, audible but still quiet so as not to disturb the other tenants. Tim stays seated as Lucy stands up, still confused but shifting to the edge of his seat as if being drawn to her by an unnamed force.

Lucy finally extends her open palm, giving him a shy but cheeky grin. “Your dance, Officer Bradford?”

Realization hits and Tim’s shoulders relax a little. “I don’t know, I’m not in the mood for dancing right now.”

“Come on,” she pleads. “It’ll make you feel better, I promise. Or, at the very least, it’ll give you something to tease me about at work.”

Tim gives a hearty chuckle, smiling widely as he accepts her hand. It makes Lucy smile too. Why shouldn’t it? He’s always so surly and serious, making him laugh would make anyone proud and giddy. Right?

“Alright. After you, Officer Chen,” he replies as she pulls him off the couch and onto the rug in her living room. His hand is warm. They’re calloused, and bigger than hers to the point where her fingers get swallowed up in his as he gives her hand a squeeze. But god, they’re so warm and safe . Her mind can’t stop coming back to that observation, no matter how much she knows she shouldn’t.

Tim’s other hand finds her waist, his grip gentle. Her hand flies to his chest, pulling him in until her chin is inches away from resting on his shoulder.

Up until now, space hasn’t really been an issue for them. The only time there’d been this much physical contact between them was last year when Caleb had buried her alive. Even then, the situation had allowed for a special exception. She’d needed all the physical and emotional support she could get at that moment, and Tim had provided it for her.

Now though, there's no exception, no special circumstance, no excuse. They’re dancing while wrapped up in each other solely because they want to be, and that change is enough to terrify Lucy. She doesn’t move though, only keeps swaying to the music and letting out small, shaky breaths.

What can she say? She never was one to back down from something that scared her.

“You’re a good dancer,” Lucy points out quietly.

“You’re not half bad yourself,” he replies, his breath catching onto her neck and sending a delightful shiver down her spine.

“Is it safe to say you’re enjoying yourself? You feel more relaxed, I daresay you’re having fun,” she tries teasing.

“I’m just surprised,” he counters. “I was prepared for my toes to endure some serious stomping.”

“Oh please, like my tiny toes could ever harm you.” Her nose scrunches playfully as she feigns a threatening look, which makes Tim smile again. What is it with that smile of his killing her softly?

“I don’t know, you’re a lot tougher than you look.”

“Was that a compliment?” She asks teasingly.

“Don’t tell Nova, she’ll get jealous,” he jokes back, continuing to sway to the music.

“Yeah but I bet she’d love this,” Lucy remarks. In her head, she adds that the line between herself and Nova is getting blurred but it goes unspoken and, eventually, ignored.

“Nova’s not the only one,” he risks replying. “You’re right. This is… nice .”

Tim leans back a little to meet her eye, the swaying decelerating until they’re standing in her living room. Alone. With an intense and inviting gaze piercing into her eyes.

“It is,” Lucy agrees. Her voice is barely audible and before she can think twice, she blurts out probably the worst thing she could ever think of: the thing she means with every fiber of her being. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

She really does mean it. She wants to stay there forever, where everything feels good and safe and right . Only she hadn’t meant to say that out loud, per se. To her surprise though, he doesn’t react poorly to it. Instead, he flashes the smallest smile and nods in agreement, swallowing hard. "Me too."

He looks so young like that, something juvenile and exciting radiating off of him like a breath of fresh air. For a second, she almost thinks he’s the same age as her.

And oh fuck , something just clicks after that.

His lips part only slightly, his eyes glimmering with something intense and hopeful. Her skin is on fire, her heart is racing, and every neuron in her brain is telling her to look away but she can’t. She can’t escape his eyes. Lucy doesn’t know what this thing between them is, only that one minute, they’re dancing and the next, they’re… doing something else. The swaying stops and everything comes to a glaring halt as the song starts to come to a gradual end. They’re left with nothing to do but stand there and look at each other. It’s almost like he’s listened to her and that somehow, he’s made them become completely frozen in time so that maybe, just maybe, they really could stay here forever.

Admittedly, terrifyingly, Lucy would have no complaints about that.

They’re holding each other too— god , she almost forgot about his hands on her wait, on her back. They’re strong and massive and yet so gentle. And before she knows it, they’re pulling her in closer and closer.

His face is inches apart from her, their lips so close. She shouldn’t be thinking about his lips, about any of the things she’s feeling right now, but she can feel his breath and it makes it impossible to think of anything else. Her chest is almost pressed against his and she wonders if Tim can feel the shaky rise and fall of her chest against his.

They get closer again, and closer, and closer…

Then, the door clicks and swings open, sending her and Tim jumping apart.

The moment ends before it ever has a chance to start.

“Hey, I’m back,” Jackson calls out as he walks in, checking his phone. “So fire up the next episode of Love Island and put in the popcorn because I am ready to g—”

Jackson stops mid-sentence once he looks up from his phone and finds Lucy, standing next to Tim as they both look away from each other with flushed cheeks and awkward coughs from their throats. The music on her phone has stopped now, thankfully, but the light from the speaker still flashes to indicate it’s on and Jackson soaks in the whole scene. He meets it with confusion though, his brows furrowing.

“Uhh… What’s going on here?”

“I was just about to leave,” Tim announces, looking down at the floor as he makes a beeline for his coat.

“Right, yeah,” Lucy nods. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, I guess?”

“Yeah, of course. Uh, bye,” he replies awkwardly, his eyes meeting Lucy’s one last time with something that she daresay looks like disappointment— like yearning. Jackson’s still there though, and so the moment is short-lived. Tim’s hands fly back into his pockets, just as stiff as they were when he first came over, and he leaves. The door shuts behind him abruptly.

Lucy stares at the door where Tim used to be, her shoulders sagging in a disappointment of her own, but she turns to see Jackson staring at her and knows she has no way to explain… well, to explain whatever the hell just happened.

“You want to tell me why Tim was here?”

“He felt guilty about what happened with you and Angela,” she explains, a little defensively. “I was just talking it out with him.”

“Sure, yeah,” Jackson nods with an unconvinced laugh, “that’s why you two jumped apart like frogs as soon as I came in.”

“We did not jump apart ,” she protests.

“Ok, if you say so,” he concedes, his hands up in surrender. “Besides, whatever you two were doing here, I just—… don’t want to know.” He lets out a small chuckle after that, shaking his head as he moves to grab a pack of unpopped popcorn out of the cupboard and put it in the microwave.

“It was nothing,” she mumbles quietly. “Nothing happened.”

It’s the first real lie she’s told that night. Jackson drops it after that though, and she sighs to herself as she sits back down on the couch.

She closes her eyes as the microwave buzzes and Jackson starts to ramble about his visit with Angela, slowly transporting herself back to that dance with Tim.

Maybe she’s wrong for this, maybe she’s completely insane and unprofessional. But as she plays it over in her head, her own words ring through her head and she realizes that maybe she really did want to stay like that with Tim forever.

Oh, screw it . She knows she did. It’s not a fact she can necessarily scream out to the world, but she did.

To Lucy, there are much worse things to want to be.

[bethchapelsbonnet]

I Dont remember if it Was on you're Ways to Tell ILY Prompt list but might I suggest a "I Choose you" Hournite One shot?

I didn't see you interact with the original submission I answered, so I included it here

I Choose You

All of the fuss that Beth went through to try to compile each and every piece of evidence that someone may need in order to get Rick the heck out of that place was simply... Well - it was actually exhausting, but she never realized until she was at the end of her days.

The database was always excellent and as the official Dr. Mid-Nite, she had access to even more information.

Not what she truly needed - to be able to actually speak to Rick. To assess how he was doing. To at least hold his hand, which.. she was conflicted about that one in particular. She didn't understand why that idea kept coming to her when she and Rick never actually really touched each other that way.

Casually - pats on the back or holding each other back in a fight, but nothing so intimate as hand holding. Maybe it was her renewed self confidence. She had chosen herself. And now, she was choosing Rick. 

They didn't allow any of them to see him. He was currently being held at a juvenile center, assigned a caseworker and a child advocate attorney, with an ongoing investigation about his uncle and his home life. But, Beth found out the names of everyone involved in his case and she was sending them documents, school reports, and everything that she could scrape up to prove that Rick was in a dangerous household and had been abused and mistreated. 

It was her hope that they would all see it was self defense and go easy on him. Courtney and Pat had tried to explain to her that Eclipso was controlling him. It wasn't self defense. It was just a terrible mind game.

Not too long ago, they were pressing her to accept murdering a bad guy… but suddenly, when it's THIS bad guy… who didn't even DIE, they were willing to accept Rick turning himself in and being put away? "It's what Rick wanted, to be held accountable.."

"He didn't DO it! It was Eclipso!" Beth had snapped at Courtney. Courtney's eyes went wide and she got quiet. Of course she knew that and she didn't deserve Beth being rude with her, either, but Beth was too frustrated to tell herself that at the moment and Rick wasn't around…

She called him anyway, as she stormed out. 

"Rick!" She took a deep breath, "You don't deserve to be held responsible for something that you didn't do wrong!" She noticed Courtney in the corner of her eye and whispered, "There's nothing you need to be held accountable for and I'm working on helping you get out. Just… I hope you aren't too hard on yourself." She hung up and looked at Courtney.

"I watched him run around, hallucinating, breaking down as he was attacked by something that we couldn't see… it was like with Yolanda, only someone did get hurt. I didn't want to have to see that again and it wasn't easy to let Rick confess, but what else could we do? What would you have done differently?"

Beth wanted to say that she wouldn't have let him out of her sight, that she would have talked to him until he was back down to Earth..  but as a firm believer in herself, some part of her knew that Courtney didn't have that type of power. Beth was the one who could stop Rick in his tracks and make him think for a moment. 

"What about when you see a dead 10 year old girl? Would you have been able to use your head in that moment and stop him from reacting?"

Beth sniffled and wiped her face, "If I was here, I know that I could have fixed this. I know that I could have talked him down. He listens to me. It's different with us. And with Eclipso… it's personal now."

.

Rick heard about an "adorable but incredibly annoying" girl who spoonfed a lot of information to his case worker and his advocate. They didn't have to describe her. He did initially automatically think Courtney, since that was who saw him last on the outside and that's who annoyed him more than any girl he knew…

But when they spoke about legal documents, school incidents and cases and studies of similar cases..  He knew that they meant Beth. A lot of her findings needed to be double checked by the proper authorities and his advocate would need to speak with a judge, but it was looking like Rick may be entitled to psychological treatment from years of abuse that resulted in him finally lashing back.

He wanted to argue with that, but in a way.. that felt like some type of hope and he couldn't say there wasn't truth in it. Whatever Beth had done, he finally felt some peace of mind, since coming here…

.

The court order to grant him a placement took shorter than he thought, even though it still felt super long. The Chapels weren't foster parents, but thanks to some… creative documentation on Beth's part, they were able to be listed as family friends to whom custody could be signed over.

He would be trying for emancipation, but in the meantime, he had a place to sleep and eat and stuff… and Beth was there.

"How did you manage to pull this off?" Rick wondered, more confused than grateful, but she didn't take it to heart. She smiled and tapped her goggles. "Of course…" he stared at his bags on the floor. "Did you get the full story?"

"I got Courtney and Pat's side of it. You don't have to tell me, but in your own time, if you want to, you can." She handed him some mail, "I filled out your paperwork and sent it in. You've gotten at least one response."

"My paperwork?"

She winced, "I totally trespassed into your car and home, scanning everything and looking for something to help me. I traced punched in walls, I took an inventory of the alcohol in there, you name it. I also found the forms that you had for college and financial aid. I took them with me, but also wondered what they were doing there. So I checked on cell phone records and saw that Miss Woods-" she rolled her eyes when she said her name. (She wasn't fond of how cruelly that woman had treated Rick, and she didn't mind saying so), "Had been there. I figured she was the one who gave those to you, went to pay her a visit and questioned her until she told me about what happened earlier. She had seen your uncle and he was belligerent and drinking. I told her that I would speak to your advocate in order to see if that was usable information. It was. She made for a very dependable character reference."

Rick looked stunned. He didn't know what to say, but eventually landed on, "Why am I at your house and not at Pat's? I don't even know your parents and they probably aren't pleased about what happened." 

"Well, I believe that I've managed to do quite the PR campaign for you when I was making my rounds to see if anybody had recollection of witnessing your uncle be unkind to you. A lot of people have been quiet about things that they should have spoken up about… myself included.." she lowered her head, "I noticed bruises on you sometimes at lunch when we weren't friends and I guessed that they weren't from some school fight, otherwise, the school would know." She looked up at him and her eyes were brimming with tears, "All of us made choices to mind our business and just leave you to fend for yourself. Everybody's been feeling pretty guilty that it came to… that.."

She cleared her throat, "There's enough going on at Courtney's house, and Yolanda's isn't an option. I couldn't let you wind up at the group home. Artemis is there. The last time you two saw each other, you almost killed one another. I thought my home was the best choice. It's safe, there's just me here. My parents believed me when I vouched for you, so they would be acting like wardens or anything, and I just… I feel better knowing that if something happens, I'll be there."

He sat down on the guest bed and twiddled his thumbs, "That's just it. If something happens, I… I no longer have the hourglass. I won't be able to protect you fully."

"I can protect myself," she said, sitting next to him. "Just wait until you hear my Eclipso story."

"Your what?"

"He attacked me the same time that he attacked you…" Rick looked terrified as he checked her over for damages. "It's a long story, but I'm fine. It went very differently for me than it did for you." She looked sad for a moment. I think he must've known."

He was confused. Beth looked him in the eyes through her goggles, "That we protect each other. That you fight for me and I fight for you. I felt so victorious when I was able to take my goggles back from me and solidify my place on the team… the. I found out he had gotten to my Rick…" 

His heart jumped in his chest and he stared at her. He reached for her goggles but she shook her head and he withdrew his hands. "It wasn't anything to do with you."

"No, but had I been there…"

"Then you could have gotten hurt or had to see me become the very kind of monster that I hate!" 

She furrowed her eyebrows and she grabbed his hand, harder than she meant to, but that demanded his attention and he stared at her face, "If I had been there, you would've had the extra strength you needed to see through him. I wouldn't have let you fight. Please believe me when I say that I'm sure I could have talked some sense into you. I could have saved you from thinking that you're a monster. Because you aren't a monster, Rick. You're a kid who was in a situation that most of us can't fathom, and when you needed me, I wasn't there." He started crying and shook his head. "I'll understand if you want to stay with Mr. Dugan instead…"

"No. No.."He had told Grundy that day that he just needed someone to care about him, to be kind to him, and he could be alright. Rick was so caught up in the stress of his uncle, he hadn't thought about how he did have someone like that. He had his friends, the Dugans, and he had Beth. She had done all of this, because she felt like she'd failed him. Like she was supposed to protect him. She wasn't obligated to do that, but the fact that she wanted to, that she tried to. 

Hell, she was even correct about being able to talk him down. He didn't know if she could have that night, but as much as she meant to him… he couldn't rule out that what if. He collected her hand to his heart and said extremely softly, "I choose you." 

@futurewriterwannebe

[omg-just-peachy]

if you’re taking prompts!!! tony taking steve grocery shopping for the first time since he woke up? maybe with a brand new relationship? i love your writing so much

Ahh this is so cute, I hope you enjoy this smol ficlet!

***

They’re just stopping for popcorn at first. Steve and Tony have both had a long day, nothing truly stressful, really, just long, and Tony, for one, can’t wait to get home and do nothing for a few hours with his boyfriend. The word gives him pause, makes his brain go all fuzzy for just a few seconds before he comes back to himself. 

Boyfriend.

It’s juvenile, sure, but it’s also just...nice. It makes Steve Rogers his in a way he wasn’t before, so Tony can hardly complain. He wonders briefly if they’re the kind of couple who hold hands while they wander the aisles and his fingers twitch at the thought.

Tony had gotten it in his head that they should watch movies tonight. He doesn’t know what, just whatever Steve is in the mood for, basically, but he is sure of one thing. 

“We can’t have a movie night without popcorn, Steven, it’s sacrilege.” 

Which is how they find themselves at a corner grocery store at ten o’clock at night, the aisles empty save for buzzing fluorescent lighting and the hushed hum of refrigerators. They might be two of the only people in the store, Tony realizes, and a ridiculous part of him wants to throw himself into a shopping cart and tell Steve to push him. He fights that particular urge down, if only because Pepper will kill him for acting on it, but there is something about being in the grocery store alone late at night, though. It makes you feel like you’re the last people on earth or something. 

Tony’s about to say as much to Steve when he realizes he’s been quiet for almost their whole walk through the store so far, and it clicks when he looks up, watching Steve gazing around the shelves. 

“It’s so...full,” Steve says when he catches Tony looking. He hadn’t thought about it, but of course Steve wouldn’t have been grocery shopping before now. Tony has everything delivered to the Tower, and if he needs anything else there’s always the convenience store down the street. 

“Okay,” Tony says, grinning at Steve. “New plan.”

This time he does take Steve’s hand in his, leads him through the winding aisles to the popcorn, listening to him grumble vaguely about too many options before settling on a box of classic Orville Redenbacher. Not even movie theater butter!

“You would find the one with the old man on it,” Tony teases, grabbing his hand again before Steve can protest. 

Tony leads Steve to all the best, most ridiculous snack foods: sugary candy and brownie-core ice cream and frozen pizza no adult has any business eating and a bag of chips with the Avengers on it and blue soda that has no real name aside from its color. It all finds its way into the cart Tony acquires from the front of the store.

“You just have to try it. Trust me,” Tony says as Steve looks dubiously at the cart. “Staying up all night, eating garbage snacks and watching movies is like a right of passage or something.”

“What, all of it?” 

“Well, maybe not all in one sitting,” Tony defends. “Though appetite hardly seems to be a problem for a super soldier like yourself.” 

Steve smiles at him, wide and crooked and uninhibited the way he gets late at night when it’s just the two of them. “This is excessive, even for you.”

They’re checking out now, the bored cashier not looking up long enough to realize that two of the most famous men in the city are bickering right in front of her.

“Maybe so,” Tony says, looking up at Steve as they split the bags and head for the door. “You like it, though.”

Steve turns, his eyes finding Tony’s in a smile. “I like it,” he agrees. “Now, we have popcorn and just about every snack of the twenty-first century... what are we going to watch?”

Tony laughs as the fall freeze envelopes them, and tells him they’ll figure it out when they get there; it’s been working for them so far, after all. 

[chromatic-lamina]

Megumi Fushiguro & Tadashi Okazaki

I’m still finding my way with Jujutsu Kaisen, and there are a lot of really great meta out there, and probably someone has touched upon this already, but I haven’t come across it yet. Then again, I haven’t read incredibly widely and I’m late to the game, but take a look at the panels below from chapters 6-12.

In chapter six, Yuuji with his compassion and desire to help and respect all, even in death, wants to deliver the body of the dead inmate of the juvenile detention centre, Tadashi Okazaki, back to his mother. He’s been murdered by a high grade curse.

Megumi has a far more practical and also more judgemental point of view when it comes to dealing with the dead and those who loved them, especially when his, Nobara and Yuuji’s lives are on the line.

Nobara and Yuuji in particular are inexperienced, and Megumi is a grade two sorcerer at this point, so still learning, though he has a heap of potential, as they all do. Anyway, Megumi says that this dead guy is not worth their time due to the reasons for him being in the centre (driving without a license twice and killing a little girl the second time due to this). Considering it’s a Juvenile Detention Centre, Tadashi couldn’t have been much older than these three, though he certainly looked it.

After the battle that follows from discovering Tadashi’s body—during which both Nobara and Megumi think that Yuuji has died (and he did, but Sukuna did a great job on getting him back on his feet)—Megumi says the above to Tadashi’s mother, that his friends wanted to bring Tadashi’s body back so that she could have some peace. He stresses that it wasn’t his idea, he wasn’t sure about the idea, and that they failed, anyway. The reader is then shown these panels:

Megumi, running to help save Nobara from another curse while Yuuji fights the special grade, doesn’t even pause, but above we can see him think and weigh up the situation in a split second when he passes by Tadashi’s body again. 

Previously he’d said that they might not be backtracking, and this guy wasn’t worth saving alive, let alone giving him respect when he’s dead. Yet, he rips Tadashi’s name label from his shirt.

At this point, Yuuji is still alive and I don’t think that Megumi expects him to die. So, even if he was influenced by Yuuji’s ideals, it wasn’t due to the fact that he felt he needed to honour one of his last wishes, or anything like that.

Regarding the panels above, where Megumi apologises for not saving Tadashi’s life, I don’t think that he’s had a change of heart, considering his own moral compass, though he might have saved Tadashi Okazaki had he been alive, in his role as a jujutsu sorcerer. The use of ‘we’ shows that maybe he’s using their role as jujutsu sorcerers as a smokescreen, and he’s telling a few white lies there, I think, in terms of the disintegration of Tadashi’s body, though I’m not 100% sure. I’m happy to change this if anyone wants to set me right.

However, Megumi also knows that some gesture, some symbolism, is better than none at all, and the form that he’s taken, considering the obstacles faced when the three poorly equipped sorcerers were basically sent on a suicide mission (the elimination of Yuuji being the target of the higher ups in the school), is compassionate to my mind.

He didn’t have to grab the name label, and he didn’t have to visit Tadashi’s mother, particularly when his own friend had apparently died. And he did it so quietly. When he took the label, maybe his intention was for Yuuji to deliver it, but maybe he’d intended to act alone as well; fulfilling a role for the jujutsu sorcerers, but also a personal one, because no-one sent him, as seen in the very last frame below.

While still learning, Yuuji sets himself up for tasks that he may or may not be able to pull off, and thereby actually endangers the lives of his colleagues by not weighing up the consequences of what appears to be a selfless act. In the right circumstances, with full power, retrieving Tadashi Okazaki’s body is a very decent thing to do. In fact, while arguing over what is the right use and application of their power in choosing who they might help or not (and asking the pivotal question from Yuuji to Megumi of why Megumi chose to save him when he knew harm could come from it), Nobara gets sucked into another floor, Megumi loses his white Divine Dog shikigami and Yuuji promptly loses a hand. Again, they didn’t know what they were up against, but what might be perceived as sentimentality in the face of survival jeopardised them. At the same time, Megumi still found a way to give Tadashi Okazaki’s mother a tiny remembrance or proof that her son was something, and was worth something, if only to her. I feel a body would definitely bring about more of a sense of closure, but something was hopefully better than nothing, and neither would probably do a thing to alleviate the grief.

He’s such an interesting character. They all are, but I like these quiet actions and determination, and the reflection. And the gesture. And it’s all she’s left with. Oof.

[scolopendress-tag]

Have some Asra n Muriel disorganized headcanons: animal themed!

Asra's most likely to answer quetzal if you ask for his favourite bird (he had a close up encounter with one his first time in nopal and had never seen a bird like it so it's a special memory), but he also appreciates all others. He also loves dart frogs and his favorite reptile would of course be perfect lavender angel baby fictional fantasy pythons. I'd also see him loving dragonflies as well.

He will see literally any animal generally and always say "they're one of my favourites!", though. It doesn't matter how many times he's said it that day or how many animals he's said it about. It's almost without fail he'll point one out and say it's a favourite.

One of his favorite animals is always the one in front of him Right Now, as a quick reference.

Plus, he loves to point animals out on travels or when out and about Vesuvia, so get used to hearing it!

He may attempt to catch critters occasionally too, or just pick them up, these will be mostly bugs usually. He just likes to cup moths in his hand on occasion and the watch them flutter out and I think he should be allowed to! Or just cradle bugs in his palm and watch them walk around for a bit. If it's a reptile or amphibian somewhere it could get stepped on or dried out or eaten he will still scoop them up and carry them to the brush.

[Cont. after cut]

Nothing he ever handles seems to get too upset or stressed, even when it's an animal that otherwise would. They just seem to be more relaxed if it's Asra who's touching them. Sometimes reptiles just come up to him (or even crawl onto his hand, as a few lizards have,) curiously enough. Though they may still refuse to be touched even then, they're notably not bothered by his presence when for others they'd run away. It's not something Asra's ever noticed to be odd, nor would it be overly noticeable to most people, but it's definitely something you can recognize if you pay attention.

Asra would also love to run on the beach sometimes, namely as a kid, maybe making himself invisible or otherwise undetectable until he's right up on a big flock of seagulls before giving them a hearty boo! And watching them all fly away all giggly. As an adult he may still stir up flocks for fun sometimes, or just to see how pretty it is to watch them all fly at once.

In general he just loves watching birds or bugs or whatever be it fly, always so effortlessly. Maybe he wishes he could fly himself. It certainly would make things easier he would come to think time to time growing up in Vesuvia.

Plus, he likes to collect the feathers that flutter down. Back when he sold masks, they were something he incorporated into them often. Then, too, he would also sit by the river after wearing himself out practicing hydromancy or what not, and a few times dragonflies would perch on him. He'd always gasp n grin all big and goofy when they did.

Muriel doesn't pick favorites really when it comes to animals (barring wolves and bears), but he does mirror Asra's 'one of my favourites' statements by saying "they're one of Asra's favorites," Occasionally.

While Asra's animal encounters or observations are typically brief, Muriel is more than content to just watch animals long periods of time. He can spot or at least know where to find some seriously elusive ones. The only one such animal Asra seems to have luck like that with seems to be foxes.

If you want to see an animal, local to the area around Vesuvia namely, Muriel can probably help you with that, granted he trusts you. This includes dens, hives, and nesting sites of course, things he will stop by occasionally in his forest to check on. His luck/skill in finding these things can't seem to be mimicked by even the most skilled animal trackers, you'd think they were practically just showing themselves to only him.

Muriel is also content to let animals do their thing and not interact with them much. Birds, butterflies and similar may land on him occasionally and he's always enchanted by it though, and will make no move to prevent an animal being on or touching him. Similar to Asra, he will also remove any animals in bad spots and put them somewhere better. He's a bit more effective at this though, as he tends to be looking down anyways, while Asra has probably smooshed a few pillbugs and snails before while doing his own thing- eyes elsewhere.

If Muriel did ever nerf a bug accidentally he would probably feel pretty damn bad, and if it wasn't reduced to a mere smear he would return its poor bug corpse to nature so that it might reclaim it. He'd get over it quick though if he was in a good mood prior, just give him a moment. If he was upset over something else already and he killed one, I could see it even pushing him to tears or rather making it worse if he was already at that point.

Asra would probably be like 'awh.... :( oof, I'm sorry lil guy...' and sweep it into nature if he could, but otherwise he would not be impacted too much.

Asra would purposely kill bugs on a few occasions even, pest bugs namely - like flies or mosquitoes or, of course, plague beetles. He may even instinctively lash out and flatten a bug that simply resembles a plague beetle enough, particularly if something had his anxiety or panic (ptsd trigger from the plague??) going. Otherwise plague beetle resembling beetles he'd be a little unsettled by, or uncomfortable to be around, but not enough to necessarily kill. He'd either move it somewhere else, try to scare it off, or move away from it. Muriel doesn't have many hang ups on plague beetle resembling bugs, though he would probably kill the real deal readily.

Any dead animals not in a wild area (like left in the city or on a road,) Muriel would move as long as it wasn't yknow. Too nasty. Birds that hit windows, starved or sickly scavengers, anything that dropped in a heatwave or was claimed by a flood, things like that, recent deaths. It pains him to see at all, but pains him more to leave them just.... There. Some he may bury, others he may leave out in places where there's animals he know will take it for food.

Injured or sick animals Muriel would try to help best he could, and he's successfully done it a few times. If it's blistering hot he'd also likely leave water out here and there for the animals of the forest, and he may enlist Asra's help with this to replenish water in natural water basins as well in droughts.

Muriel can handle animal death okay, hunting and fishing is a thing he does to some degree, it's just the preventable or senseless ones that hurt, it's worth saying here. It's just sad. He'll be okay after though, unless there's something more nefarious and upsetting at play.

Asra helping unwell/hurt animals would mostly consist of magic healing, but beyond that he wouldn't know what to really do besides bring it to Muriel or any animal experts near him. He doesn't come across these situations too often thankfully, though. Domestic animals he would take in more readily, and would let crash at the shop for a while if he can. If it's a livestock animal he'll ask if Muriel wants to take it in, or even in the case of an ownerless pet animal. If not, he can ask around. See if anyone wants a new dog or cat or... Goat. I just imagine those are the kinds of animals he's most likely to find in need, being in the center of Vesuvia.

Moving on from that....

Animal knowledge!

Asra likely doesn't know a ton about animals outside of ones that feature prominently in magic and myth, he's just good at identifying them and overall tends to appreciate their presence. Identifying animals can make for good pass times on long travels, or if he just sees something particularly neat he may simply want to know what to call it. He also probably learned most the common local Vesuvian species names growing up, probably through reading, though the bulk of his knowledge of the nature he grew up around is probably botanical- foraging can be dangerous! Plus, magic knowledge probably leans more heavily on plants than animals as well.

If Asra can't identify an animal, though, he will simply make up a name for it on the spot. If he finds out it's ID later he will still refer to it as his made up name followed by AKA/sometimes called/locally known as [real name]. He also tends to refer to tons of animals as the infamous, famous, legendary, revered, etc. Regardless of relevance, commonality or obscurity. He just thinks they all deserve such titles, and when has a little flair ever hurt?

"Ah, MC, look! It's an Abramesmerwhymsical Zadithi midnight-billed stilt-wader! Though it's sometimes also known as the famous crab-plover," Kinda shit. He enjoys it.

Muriel doesn't actually know the actual names of a ton of animals species. He knows of a few though, not to mention the Asra-given names that stuck with him. Despite not knowing their names sometimes still, he can tell most all species apart readily, and juveniles from adults, males from females, things like that. He watches animals of the forest regularly and is in tune with the local species life cycles, breeding or rearing seasons, migratory patterns, unique behaviors and everything else. Though his knowledge is probably limited to Vesuvian species, he's able to quickly pick up on other animal's traits and such when outside of Vesuvian territory, and is generally good with animals as is.

He knows what doves/pigeons and owls and vipers and mice and geckos etc are. He may not know that a specific species of such is called like, namaqua doves, omani owls, ocellated mountain vipers, cario spiny mouse, kotschy's middle-toed geckos n shit. It's not like he has NO idea, species names are weird and can be long winded so....

...He just doesn't know that dunnocks aren't actually called stripple-caped tseepers.

But he doesn't need to. <3

If he does learn the real names for them though, he is quite glad and will use the name readily. If you're looking at a Muriel who's in the city more, he will probably read up on this information himself, but otherwise he would of course treasure it if MC told him.

The only reasons he doesn't even know the names to begin with is mostly because the names you'll hear out and about most commonly only cover a fraction of species to start, and everything else youre mostly going to have to study via reading or classes. Neither of those seem to be things a young homeless Muriel would care to pursue lmao.

Annnnd

I forgot what else I was going to add and lost track so, I'll maybe add more later. I'll probably also amend this as I may find I don't agree with my own statements the next day and also I don't proofread so. I hope u enjoyed these feel free to add on or add differing opinions!

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Heyyy sooo I hope this isn’t offensive to ask. Do you happen to have a list of fic recs for Johnlock fics with come play? Definitely asking anonymously on this one, lol

Hey Nonny!!

No offense at all for me! Ah, I haven’t tagged all the fics with this in it, so I’ll be missing a few that I have read, but any that I’ve tagged or are tagged in my bookmarks, they be here! If anyone has any they’d like to suggest for Nonny, please do!

COMEPLAY

See also:  

Other Kinks 

Oral Sex / Blow Jobs

Right Foot Red by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (E, 3,089 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss/Time, Board Games, Frottage, Masturbation, PWP, Friends to Lovers, Come as Lube, Come Marking) – ...ok, it’s juvenile, but at least it’s a game where touching is allowed. And if something more were to happen, well, John can’t say he’d be too upset about that. “What are the rules of this game?” Sherlock asks, the disdain evident on the word ‘game’. “I spin, you do as I say.” John thinks he sees a slight widening of those pale grey eyes at that, just for a fraction of a second, before it is shut down. Oh, this is interesting, he thinks.

Spoils of War by sweetcupncakes (E, 3,563 w., 1 Ch. || Bottomlock, Military Kink, Comeplay, Anal) – John brushes his thumb over the gun’s slide, over the rear sight. Sherlock’s mouth feels too wet. He could lick John’s fingers, suck on them, bite down softly on that callus that is a direct result of John’s frequent need to handle the gun at all. Sherlock could do that, John might like it, really. Sherlock has been told his mouth is absolutely lovely.

It Wasn't Just the Mistletoe by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (E, 3,593 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas Fluff, Mistletoe, First Kiss / Time, Frottage, Masturbation, Come as Lube) – Sherlock and John just stood there, seemingly frozen. Sherlock was desperately trying to think of a way out of this. There was no way he could kiss John, even a small kiss, and not have him know immediately how he felt. Sherlock could lie, and fake and sham, but there was no way he could hide this.

Linger by queenoftrivia (E, 4,879 w., 1 Ch. || Lingerie, Fluff and Smut, BJ / HJ, Switchlock, Sherlock in Lingerie, Come Play, Dirty Talk, Anal Fingering, Anal/Oral, Implied Shower Sex, Neck Kissing) – Sherlock decides to surprise John after a somewhat stressful day at work.

Every Little Thing by the_beekeeper_of_sussex (E, 5,066 w., 2 Ch. || First Time / Kiss, Fluff, Frottage, Come as Lube, Embarrassed Sherlock, Porn With Feelings) – When Sherlock walks in on John making tea wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxer-briefs things get a little heated... physically and emotionally.

Caves in the Mountains Are Seldom Unoccupied by starrysummernights & TheMadKatter13 (E, 7,925 w., 1 Ch. || Were-Creatures ||  Werebear John, Pseudo Bestiality, Rimming, Dub Con, Rough Sex, Come Inflation / Eating, Size Kink, PWP, Bratty Sherlock, Rutting) – “This isn’t something to play at, Sherlock,” he snapped. “If it doesn’t work out- what you’re asking of me- we can’t shrug and say 'oh well, at least we tried'. If we do this… I could seriously hurt you. Do you understand? I could lose control. I could… I could kill you.”

Evening Ride by LapisLazuli (E, 8,632 w., 1 Ch. || Public Sex, Alternate First Meeting, Humiliation Kink, Groping, Frottage, Consent Issues, Come Play) – John has a series of unexpected meetings with a stranger on the Tube.

Unwasted by patternofdefiance (E, 8,966 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3 / S3 Fix-It, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Angelo’s, Fluff, First Time, Anal, Cum Play, Flashbacks to ASiB, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Bottomlock, Cuddles, Multiple Orgasms, BJ’s, Bed Sharing) – John finds it three months after he's moved back. He's on the hunt for something to make for dinner, is scrounging through the cupboards, when he happens upon the graveyard of pasta boxes Sherlock still seems to create when left to his own devices. Behind seven boxes of pasta, all almost completely empty, is a dark-glassed bottle, with a paler coat of dust. It's unopened. John's face falls slack when he sees it, instantly recognises it, and for a long moment he just stands and looks at it.

Anytime by SilentAuror (E, 17,995 w., 1 Ch. || UST, Porn With Feels, POV Sherlock, Romance, UST/URT, Happy Ending, Drunken Endeavours) – Sherlock blinks and attempts to focus. There is a little too much vodka in his veins at the moment and it’s having an unfortunate effect on his brain and retinas both. There are two Johns sitting across from him, and both of them are frowning at him. “You’re drunk,” the Johns tell him. Sherlock blinks some more. “Says the man with Mrs Hudson’s doily on his head.”

MARKED FOR LATER

After by PoppyAlexander (E, 2,634 w., 1 Ch. || Trophy Husband Sherlock, Voyeurism, Come Marking, Come Play, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex) – Wealthy, powerful John Watson loves to watch his trophy husband Sherlock Holmes with another man, then fuck him. After.

Rearranged by Itsallfine (E, 5,144 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Masturbation, Rimming, Light Spanking, Minor Comeplay, Porn with Feelings, First Kiss/Time, Sherlock’s Bum) – The chairs in 221b get rearranged as part of an experiment. John gets a whole new view of Sherlock.

Splat! by Vulgarweed (E, 6,618 w., 1 Ch. || Historical Appalachian 1970′s AU || Dom / Sub, Gunplay, Knifeplay, “Non-Con” Roleplay, Switchlock, Anal, Rimming, Bondage, Hunting Kink, Rough Sex, Object Insertion, Dirty Talk, Comeplay) – Sherlock decides he does want to go hunting with John after all. But not for deer. Part 2 of the The Bone Fiddle series

To Help Another by DrFish (E, 38,898 w., 20 Ch. || Omegaverse || Rape/Non-Con, Omega Sherlock, Alpha John, BAMF John, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Procedures, Mating Cycles, Bonding, Non-Con Drugs, Violence, Knotting, Oral Sex, Past Sexual Abuse, Illness, Doctor John, Case Fic, Come Inflation, Porn With Plot, Vulnerable Sherlock, Pillows and Blanket Forts, Nightmares, Kidnapping, Grief/Mourning, First Tiime, Virgin Sherlock, Dirty Talk, Discipline) – Dr. John Watson has been invalided out of the Army and he is struggling to come to terms with what's left of his life. When he agrees to help out with a difficult case at the hospital where he works as an emergency room physician, he not only saves this particular abused omega and others like him, but he discovers a new and better life for himself in the process.