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dimpledcherry · 1 year

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would you write eddie munson x fem!reader smut?

where eddie’s chilling in his girls‘s room, bored because she’s taking a shower. he’s kinda snoopin’ around & finds a pastel pink book. he’s curious & starts reading it, realizing it’s her diary. he skips to the last page, dated just a few days ago. his eyes widen, not believing what he’s reading about his innocent girl.

sure they had sex. and not that vanilla, too. but he would’ve never thought his girl had thoughts like that. on this very page, his girl wrote her hidden fantasies. things she never even thought of telling eddie, too embarrassed. she’s talking about how she wants to call eddie „daddy“, or be choked, be humiliated to the brim, be filled by his cum till he’s dry, want him to be in complete control. she wants to be fully submitted to him.

before he can put the diary away she comes out of the bathroom, catching him. he confronts her & she tells him how embarrassed she is etc. they talk it out & he reversals that some of the stuff she likes he likes too. then they make out & they try out some of the stuff.

Oh my god you're an evil genius, time I put my 4 years of journaling to good use! - also ive been working on this all week and the 'h' key on my keyboard keeps getting stuck and its making typing no longer fun :/

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Summary: ^^ the ask Pairing: Eddie x Reader Trigger Warnings: Smut / Embarrassment / hands on throats - no chocking Content Warnings: Diary Reading / blow jobs / impoliteness / shoe frontage / demands / deep throating / reader masturbation

MY EDDIE MASTERLIST BABY!!!!!!!

The space was as recognisable as the back of his hand, and as comforting as his denim vest: lightly coloured walls, cabinets around the room, shelves and counter tops filled trinkets and lifes memorabilia: photos of events, pretty candles, books, small trinkets of days out, wrist bands and broken watches that simply just meant too much.

Things changed every time he entered this space: photos changed frames, boxes gained new records, the cassette piles grew, and the books changed order.

Eddie clocked - while laying on your bed waiting for you to come back from your shower - that not only had the books changed but new ones were added. when he sat up to take a better look: there were 4 books, all identical sat up together leaning on a pile of published books.

The 4 were pink, all the same size, some slightly thicker, one especially thinner. All with individual dates written into their spines: 1983, 1984,1985, 1986. He weren't no idiot, his brain sorted that they were diaries.

He felt a twinge of pride for you to have the left out on display - almost like trophies, proud of your past. He knew a lot about you but you'd seemed to have never told him you wrote a diary. Eddie knew it was standard procedure you don't read people diary: just as you don't snoop in artists sketch books or dungeon masters binders. But who would he be kidding if he said he didn't wanna read it.

He thought a moment, concentrating and recognising the shower was still running. He didn't have to think too much, the boy was running on curiosity alone. Sat up on the edge of your bed, he leant over and pulled 1986 into his hands.

It started with him just flicking the pages: most of it empty; a few loose sheets tucked into the back; a pen clipped to the elastic closer. The filled side of the book was set out meticulously: a yearly planner already almost filled with exams, cheer practice, birthdays, appointments, dates with Eddie, every Tuesday marked with Hideout at 7, every odd Friday marked Hellfire!.

There was this warmness in his heart, knowing his life was just as important to you as it was for him. He believed every I love you, but know he understood every I love you.

He flicked through the book more: budget planners, goal pages, period trackers, and the body. Filled with your typical too-curly-to-read handwriting, every page filled line for line. Some sitting half empty signifying the end of an entry.

Eddie couldn't possibly understand what you had to write about for long that you wouldn't just tell him or your friends.

He found the dog eared page, the scruffily written date marking yesterday. Eddie smiled to himself, feeling a little giddy. He knew he shouldn't but he really couldn't stop himself.

As he read down the page: a recall of your date to the record store and diner, small notes of your gushing over Eddie's chivalry (he always thought holding doors open and little pet names were usual things), a detailed explanation of his outfit and how you loved it (he read that a few times, remember to wear his little thigh harness around you more often.). And as he continued to read, the writting felt less confident, as though there as a topic waited to be hinted at.

He skipped over to the next page and down it, finding a few words grabbing his eyes: touch myself, embarrassing, chocked, him, daddy.

His eyebrows rested in his hairline, eyes almost leaving his skull, the warmth on his checks wasn't imagined. He jumped back a few lines:

Jesus I feel 14 again. I dont know why he does this to me. I see him everyday, and yet im still pinning over him like he's some untouchable deity.

He reads down

We have sex so much but like every night I end up touching myself thinking about- its so embarrassing! I feel like ive been poisoned!! literally none of my friends are like this about their boyfriends!

yeah we all talk about sex but they all have usual sex and normal fantasies but like I feel like a deviant. if I ever told anyone what I really want they'd all look at me so weird

but if I think about sex with him about him all I can think of is his hands and his lips and his voice! and if Im actually honest with myself, all I want is him. I cant stop. ive got into this habit of thinking about him before I go to bed and like every night I touch myself to him.

literally seem like I cant just have him- and I so can but I want so much more!

like if I really thought about it: I'd love him to just use me, do whatever. He could fuck me, make me fuck him, cum in me, chock me, spit on me and I'd be so fucking happy!

Or like, my brain keeps thinking to what if we're fucking and someone hears or we're almost gonna get caught and it turns me on so much! I feel like a pervert.

Eddie felt himself hold his breath.. he was no prude, under his bed was riddled with lost porn mags, he know a lot about kinks and fetishes but something about hearing from you - sweet, quite, calm you- shit! He was getting all flustered.

And like also! keep calling him Daddy in my mind too - I dont know where thats come from but it feels so right! I just really want him to just have his way with me. I dont know how on earth I tell him this. this is so embarrassing.

Eddie was transfixed by your confessions: the sound of the water had slipped his ears. Let alone, he hadn't heard the floor creak and wind chance as you entered the room.

"Jesus babe! You scared me- can't make a guy jump like that!" He yelped, the towel hitting the bed making him jump back into real time.

You laughed at him at first... until your eyes danced around him... and what he had in his hand. You didnt need to ask to know. And almost instantly you felt your body tense, mind go blank and cheek redden. Hands sat in on each other, lips rolled in, eye popping out almost. "Um-"

Confident as ever, he laid back into your pillows, straightening out his legs, "Didn't know you thought like this, Sweetheart.." He started reading, "Kinda want him to fill me until hes dry-"

You leapt onto him - to be honest the word doesn't cut it. You practically jumped on him, trying to grab the book from him but he was swift... dodging your hands artfully as he continued reading. His light and teasing voice was harmonised by your loud commands for him to stop. The room had laughter too: Yours was embarrassment and his was humour.

After a particularly wobbly Eddie! he put the book down, giving you a perfect moment to sling it back onto your cabnit. "Please stop." You frowned.

"Awe sorry baby," He laughed, pulling you down for a cuddle, "It's really hot though." You whined, "It is! Fuck babe," He sighed, "I really didn't think you'd wanna do anything like that!" It surpassed you how he had this ability to never be ashamed or embarrassed about anything. He dipped his head into your neck, "Like being chocked, filled with my cum. fuck, even messy..."

"Shut up!" You leant up, hands flying to his face, coving his mouth and you were straddled to his hips. "I can't believe you- I'm so embarassed!"

"Why?" Earnest and lovie as he moved your hands down.

"You were never meant to find out..."

"Why, you know im into anything?"

"Embarassing."

"No its not."

"yes, it is."

"You know," he started rubbing your thighs, "I'd love to fuck you dumb, fill you up, have you all messy-"

Now you'd be lying if you said he wasn't affecting you- you were embarrassed but so secretly turned on. Your tummy tensed, the blood went to your head, your thighs stiffened. But still your embarrassment was bigger, "Stop making fun of me!"

"Baby baby baby" He cooed, pulling your hands from your face, "I promise i'm really not."

You whined at him, he mimicked you back, pulling you down for a delicate honest kiss. It was deep and slow, him offering his truth to you. And who wouldn't melt into that? His hands now found your hip and your neck, in to your lips his mumbled "Roll over."

You gasp as he rearranges you both, your back now to the bed, "Wanna try something." He sat up continuing, "We can't your little sexual fantasies now-" You squirm in embarrassment, "But" He began stroking your cheek in efforts to pull you out your head. "I wanna try something new.""

He leant down planting a sweet kiss to your lips though you tried to chase him for a second, he was already moving down into your neck, planting even sweeter ones there. You could never stay quiet for his sightly chapped lips and heavy hands - small mewls slipped from you. "Good girl." Quiet, practically breathed from Eddie.

"We can't try the public-people-home stuff, but" another neck kiss, "I do.." another kiss to the other side, "really like the idea" a kiss under your ear, "of having you fully submitted" a kiss to the shell of your ear "to me"

The way you gasp makes Eddie sure he's hit gold with you. As he talks, your hand in his hair pulls and squeezes more, "How about," He moves along to kiss your cheek, "I get you on your knees" Another kiss, "no pillow, because desperate whores don't deserve kind treatment." A light kiss to your lips, "And I let you blow me?" Another kiss, "But" Kiss "I'll be holding your head," He was now resting on his forearms, fingers lost in your hair, "Pushing and pulling you exactly how I want?" Another light kiss met with a hearty pull of your hair, "Fill that little mouth up with my cum."

God you were in heaven - how did you manage to get a boy like him. All you felt you could do was nod at him. A tap of your thigh and you were on the floor kneeling between his legs as he sat on the edge of your bed.

Looking up at him, the shy coy expression fell naturally on you, "Pretty girl, aren't you?" He complimented. "Get on with it then." It was like a switch was flipped.

Excitedly, you get his belt and jeans off. His dick was hard and pretty as ever - not too big but a little wide, a more red tint than the rest of him already bleeding pre cum.

You got personal with it, licking the beed off, replacing it with a kiss. Eddie couldn't help the sigh - you ruin him on the daily no matter what you do. You could get lost playing with his head. He helped by tucking your hair behind your ears, keeping his hands on your lower head and jaw.

The kisses turn into kitten licks met with you looking up at him, his spaced out satisfied look made you smile, "Shit- open your mouth for me."

Sat up a bit more, the head of is cock resting on your lower lip, palms lost behind his calves: you were ready to try something you never thought you'd get to. The hands in your hair pushing you down slowly, and pulled you back up even more delicately - he giving both of you the space to gauge how yous felt.

"Suck it a bit harder" You did. "fuck-you love this, don't you?" You nod.

It was really all he needed - he didn't even need verbal confirmation, just the feel of your nails in the backs of his legs and how your eyes were rolled back and closing was enough, not to mentions the light noises in your throat. He pushed you down with more force, hands now cupping your cheeks and jaw.

He didn't make you deep throat him - neither of you needed to go that far at the moment. The half of his dick that was still straining your jaw send your brains both tumbling.

Eddie yanked you off him with a rough tug to your hair pulling a throat whine out of you, "Shit babe- you're a little slut aren't you?"

You nodded dumbly, "For you- love you."

"I love you too," A thumb stroked your cheek, "Daddy loves you."

Maybe it was the name. Maybe it was the humiliating reminder he had read you diary. Maybe it was the whispering in the empty quiet house. Maybe it was just him. But you were sure he'd just written you off to hell. You felt a beed of slick drop from your cunt.

And Eddie practically felt it too: he could see the haze covering your pretty eyes and the cheeky smile that covered your face.

A thumb toyed with your lip, he continued, "Gotta get you a little collar with my name on it." And with that you basically purred at him. Eddie was sure he was lost in you as you started to barely suck his thumb.

He'd never had you so spaced and floaty. Sure you've both spoken through sex before but nothing like this, nothing so painfully skilled in what the other actually needs to hear. Sex had never felt so possessive until right now.

The sight of you both was like it was from a porno: you, puffy lipped, half lidded eyes and big breaths; Eddie, pointed look, panting, loved up eyes.

The other hand dropped from your cheek and sat around your neck back - the pressure alone made your eyes flutter - and the sight went straight to his dick.

He popped his thumb out your mouth and brung you up for a dirty, messy, deep kiss. No coordination, just lust. Teeth smacking teeth, uncomfortable postures, hands gripping and clawing where ever they could.

He pulled away, standing up as if to leave. But you whine is stopped when you see he leant against your cabinet. Very idolly, he picked up the diary searching for the place he left off on, commanding a "Come here" using his fingers to make a curling motion, not even bothering to look up at you. "Crawl" He sneers almost as you go to get up.

Granted the space wasn't so big so the crawl was more of an awkward on-you-knees- shuffle but boy did that embarrassment climb back up inside you. If this was with anyone else, the pang of embarrassment woulda been too much, but something in Eddies low murmured tone did something totally new to you. "You're a good little pet, aren't you?"

His eyes never left the book in front of him: flicking through pages, scanning for the right sentence. He began reading off again. Completely as though it was the Sunday news paper and not your kinkiest secret fantasies.

"Eddie stop-"

"You know thats not my name." Eyes still in the book, tone stern and cold. You positioned on your claves between his legs, just waiting. "Thought you liked this? I know this isn't as good as being caught but its pretty close, right?" Finally he looks over.

The sudden feeling of something under you made you squirm, "Go on," He continued, "Get yourself off while I read your silly little diary."

The feeling that swelled in your belly was indescribable. It was overwhelming, unignorable and life changing. Like a duckling to its mother, you blindly listened: beginning to slowly rub yourself on the top of his foot.

"Suck my cock too, Sweetheart." He completely disregards you, finally finding his place on the pages. But he didn't start reading until he could feel your lips kiss his cock head.

You try to loose yourself in kissing him and the weight on your tongue but the perching reminder of what he is reading keeps pulling you out. The blood in your ears and the cotton in your brain were getting thicker.

You felt a ring or two pull on the strands of your hair, your gasps causing you to suck his in harder. You felt the rings apply more of a push at certain points of Eddies reading.

It's all sort of too dirty to really feel like its real life. Nobody really experiences this stuff right? Like it's all just movie magic? Clearly not. Clearly somehow you'd hit the jackpot. Somehow in small little irrelevant Hawkins in the mid 80s, you'd met the jack pot.

The sound of a book hitting a surface pulls you from your slack, readjusting yourself back to the present, you felt two hands play with your hair with more intent.

"Fuck-you sure know how to suck a dick, don't you?" He tucked some behind your ear, making you look up at him "Who taught you that?"

"You-da-daddy." Jumbled delivery thanks to the cock in your mouth.

"Sorry couldn't hear you."

"da-daddy" You tried, but sadly coming out more like 'dabby' thanks to the 5 inch obstruction in your throat.

The palms by your ears tighten, "good" It was almost like an extended sigh, "You gonna take it? Tap me if it's too much, yah?" Serious and caring, you nod.

"Yes" You respond to the eyebrow raise, "Yes daddy."

"Good little thing, aren't you?" Another tuck of your hair, and he pulled your head back in opposition to his hips going forward. He was using you clearlessly, not yet pushing you down as deep as he could, but rather just enjoying your lightness.

The room enters a soundtrack of hisses and hums, some slurps and some groans.

"I told you to get yourself off." It wasn't rude but you felt like you were being told off. Your heart pinged in your chest.

It was annoying how good it felt. Yes your knees stung and the carpet has turned into staples but who cared. The hands behind your ears making you deep throat him were heaven, the foot under your clit was heaven, Eddies musky smell was heaven.

Hums and hisses turned into the sound of fabric rubbing and small 'fuck's and 'shit's. And at this rate the streams of dribble coming off your chin and too the floor was definitely anything but disgusting.

Looking up at him and seeing him looking down, heaven too. "Gonna cum in your mouth." You really couldn't help the whorish whine. "Don't swallow it."

Something about that single demand got you were you needed it too. The swelling between your legs seemed to his its peak, the sheen of sweat tripped and your body felt like it was burning. Finger burring into his thighs, tummy tensed: you came over his foot, eyes rolled into the back of your skull.

Eddie using this as the perfect moment to use you. Seeing a moment where you'd given him your everything, he gripped you harder and thrusted deeply into your throat.

Still in your post orgasm haze, the 2 boney hands drag you up by your arm pits, a leg helps keep you stood. "Open." You couldn't even see him at the moment, but you knew behind the black was a man staring at you with all his love.

So you did as he told. Mouth open, cum threatening to spill, "Good, swallow." There was a hand to your throat, and them butterflies danced again. And then there was a light press to your lips that helps bring your eyes back open.

Neither of you could help getting lost a bit in the other - this was a big step, a big new, a good thing too! Eddie broke your moment off and tucked you into his chest, coddling you.

"I love you"

"I-love- you too"

He laughed at your breathiness. "Can we have an actual conversation about this now"

"Gimme a minute- I think my brains all mush."

He laughed again and gave a kiss to your hair.

#help I wrote this all out and it didnt save and I could look at this point for like 2 weeks after.#but she is done!!#I hope ive done your ask well #this was fun!!!!#relocated heads ask #Eddie munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson fluf #Eddie Munson soft #stranger things smut #Eddie munson fanfiction #joesph Quinn smut #Eddie Munson ask #joesph quinn #st4 #Eddie Munson headcanons #joesph Quinn fluff #joesph Quinn fanfiction

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twomiddlefingersforthehaters · 3 months

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@klaribel Hi! 😊

『あ〜い!こっちこっちイ!! 』大好きな人と待ち合わせ｡笑顔の先は友達? 彼女? 一体、だあれ?

“a〜i ! kotchi kotchii !!” daisukina hito to machiawase. egao no saki wa tomodachi ? kanojo ? itai, daare?

“He〜y, Over here!!” (He) meets with his favorite/special person. Is he smiling at a friend? or a girlfriend? Who could that (person) be?

❉ こっちこっち (Kotchi kotchi) - means over here; come on

❉ 待ち合わせ (machiawase) - means meet up with~

❉ 大好きな (daisukina) - (something), which (someone) likes very much/loves. 大好きな is used to emphasis, how much you like it. You can say "大好きな", when you want to describe something as your favorite in Japanese.

e.g:

大好きな本 (Daisukina hon) : very favorite book

大好きな歌 (daisukina uta): favorite song

私の(大)好きな俳優 watashi no (dai) sukina haiyū : My favorite actor

大好きなんだ〜 (daisukina nda 〜) : I'm lovin’ (you / it / him /her etc)

(大)好きな猫は？[ (dai)sukina neko wa?] : What’s your favorite cat? / What kind of cat do you like?

❉ 大好きな人 (daisukina hito) : a person whom someone likes very much". "like very much" can also be expressed as "love".

❉ 笑顔の先 (egao no Saki)- "beyond the smile", In here it refers to the outcome of a meeting or what happens after that.

❉ 彼女 (kanojo) - she/her/woman Or girlfriend

In a conversation, when you are talking about a woman and refer to her as 彼女、you mean she.

If you say something like, ``Next time I'll introduce you to my 彼女", you're referring to your girlfriend.

Whether the word means She, her, or girlfriend depends on the context.

e. g:

1. 彼女の目を見たら、彼女の本心がわかった。

kanojo no me wo mitara, kanojo no honshin ga wakatta.

When I looked into her eyes, I understood her true feelings.

2. 彼女 / 彼氏とデートする。

kanojo/ kareshi to de-tosuru.

Going on a date with my girlfriend/boyfriend.

3. 次回、彼女に会った時は彼女の笑顔が見られますように。

Jikai, kanojo ni atta toki wa kanojo no egao ga miraremasu yōni

Next time when I meet her, I hope I can see her smile.

4. 彼女います。

kanojo imasu.

I have a girlfriend.

4. 彼女は私が本当に会いたかった人です。だから彼女と知り合えて本当に幸せです

kanojo wa watashi ga hontōni aitakatta hito desu. da kara kanojo to shiriaete hontōni shiawase desu.

She’s the person I really wanted to meet. That’s why I’m really happy to get to know her.

5. 彼女はいますか

kanojo wa imasu ka?

Do you have a girlfriend?

But actually, in everyday conversation, Japanese people do not use pronouns [ 「彼」 (he) or 「彼女」 (she)] very often. This is because people often call other people by their real names, nicknames, or job titles.

Before Meiji era (1868-1912), 彼 was unisex and Japanese people used it for both male and female.

彼女(girlfriend) and デート(dating) are usually associated even in Japanese narratives.

❉ 大好きな人と待ち合わせ (daisukina hito to machiawase) - This literally refers to making an appointment to meet someone you really like.

This expression has the following meanings:

1) 大好きな人 refers to someone you have romantic feelings for.

2) "Michiawase" refers to waiting to meet at a predetermined place or time.

3) When meeting someone, you feel so happy to have met them that you want to run over to them with a smile on your face and say hi to them.

Overall this expression expresses that the state of looking forward to meeting someone you love alone. As your meeting time approaches, you'll probably feel excited, nervous and thrilled to meet that person.

If you just look at the smile, you won't know if it's a friend or a lover, but because of the smile, it seems like he's meeting up with his lover. There is nothing that cannot be interpreted.

#ask #my stuff

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flagbridge · 8 months

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Q&A: The Phantom Broadway Proshot

Happy 36th Birthday to Phantom of the Opera's opening night on Broadway! We should be celebrating at the Majestic. The show never should have closed.

In order to create "new" ish POTO Broadway content, @or-what-you-will and I promised to answer your questions about the proshot on POTO Broadway's birthday. Find our summary of the Proshot here.

We got dozens of questions, which we've consolidated into 14 questions. Read them all past the cut!

Wait, what’s the Phantom Proshot?

The Phantom Proshot is an archival copy of the original Broadway cast and production of Phantom of the Opera, filmed at the evening performance with a live audience on May 25, 1988. The New York Public Library, Theatre on Film and Tape Archive at the Performing Arts Library at Lincoln Center has archival copies of Broadway, Off-Broadway, and Regional theater going back to 1970. You can’t view currently running shows, so since Phantom ran for so long, it was under lock and key.

2. How do I see the Pro-Shot?

Pretty simple how to guide here on the NYPL website.

We are both NYPL cardholders and made a reservation in advance. You are required to state why you are accessing the recording as they exist for archival and research purpose. Both of us are published authors and researchers under our real names.

Here's a picture of the room we were in from NYPL's website. We had an appointment and were set up in a room with lots of monitors. We were seated at monitors next to each other with two sets of headphones and had one set of controls to pause/rewind etc. There are 20 monitors in the room and it was pretty full that day. This was not my first time at the TOFT and it’s always had a good number of people around.

3. Can someone get a boot of it/send me the link to it? Pleeeeease?

No. Seriously, stop asking about this. Stop joking about this. It’s not online, and never will be. All of the recordings are on digital media (videodiscs or DvDs) in the basement and only library staff get to touch them. Don’t be the person who tried to do this and ruins the archive for everyone else. You can’t even bring electronic devices into the room.

4. Why won’t they release it to the public? And who the heck does it benefit to keep this locked away?

It isn’t. It was locked away when the show was actually running. It is available to the public. We are the public! We have library cards and went to a public library and watched it for $0! It’s owned by the library so the public can see it! At the library!

The availability of us to access it now that the show has closed is what constitutes public release. There were several other phans, members of the public there to see it after us, and the library allowed them to max out the number of monitors the library allows people to view on. They had a later appointment and were watching disc one when we were on disc two. I’m sure there was someone after them too. Were we all wearing Phantom gear? Also yes.

(@or-what-you-will here) The library is not allowed to show recordings of anything currently running on Broadway, presumably because of fears about economic loss from those who own the rights to the musicals. The library does not own the rights to the musicals in the archive, and there are likely a lot of stipulations the library has to follow to be able to have recordings like this.

As someone who works in a library doing digitization work, libraries and the media they contain are very complicated. TOFT likely has the rights to show it under a very limited license, and to make copies for preservation purposes only, but things like this mean they would not be able to do anything like put it online or charge for it or do anything that would be them acting as though they owned the copyright (as opposed to the physical media). This is why when a library or archive has a book or tapes they don’t usually have the right to photocopy the entire book or digitize the entire tape and put it online (unless it is in public domain), however, if you go in person you can see it all you want. Someone else (usually the creator) owns the right to distribute or copy, and libraries and archives can get in a lot of trouble for violating it.

The copyright is still owned by the holders of each respective musical’s copyright. It’s essentially like when you buy a DVD and you are technically not supposed to copy that DVD but you can invite your friends over to watch it at your house. Copying it and distributing it violates copyright. Putting it online violates copyright. If the library violated copyright it would likely lose the ability to archive musicals altogether. If you copied the DVD it would be a lot harder to find out who put it up because the DVD is owned by lots of people, though you could still be prosecuted by the law. If the library did, they would know immediately who did it because they are presumably the only ones with a copy of this recording.

Likewise if someone took a bootleg recording of a show and distributed it, the copyright holders wouldn’t know it existed. If they found out that individual would then be eligible to be prosecuted under the law. Because the library is a public institution, if they were found out to be doing this, it would be the library itself that would get in trouble and it would damage their reputation, their funding, and quite possibly the funding and reputation of libraries around the world. A lot of this is done on trust. The copyright holders trust the library as a public institution and the library has a lot more stakes in the game than a single person recording the show and distributing it.

It’s a very tenuous agreement at times, and likely the library is only allowed to even record because there are so many protections in place and they have a history of enforcing these rules. These agreements also usually cover digitization and preservation, but again, violating them could have those abilities taken away as well. It’s all tied up in copyright law and the library has no control over that. I have talked to archivists where I live who have to record performances with tape over the lens because it’s considered for preservation and they want to make sure it cannot be possible to profit off of it in any way.

When the show goes into public domain they will be able to put it online all they want without fear of repercussions, but until then, unless those agreements change, we are all limited by the whim of the copyright holders.

5. Hello! Is the pro shot you watched what this clip is from https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cp2_80CJqI3/?igsh=MWNja2wwYWw4OHUwbw== ?

I know all of us here on Tumblr were freaking out that they maybe had a copy of the pro shot when this came out. Thank you! (@imstillhere-butallislost)

Not the proshot, it's a press reel. It has its own cool story though! Answered this here.

6. How good of a shot was it? I know you said ProShot but is it a ProShot like Hamilton or just a camera recording the whole stage at once?

I’d definitely say it was Hamilton pro-shot quality as to what was available at the time between image quality and mixing up of close ups and wide shots. I’ve watched other proshots and many just park a camera in the back of the orchestra and call it good. Cats in particular had multiple cameras but just did close-ups when they felt like it, not when it made sense or added anything. As @or-what-you-will explained in their re-blog, Phantom was one of the first proshots where they had a soundboard plug in, and let me tell you, with the exception of a few moments in Act 1 where Sarah Brightman maxes out her mic, the sound was delicious. Have we talked about how Judy Kaye is singing over the overture (yes, that’s Judy Kaye, original Carlotta, warming up!)? Or that you can hear every single word of Notes I and Prima Donna and Notes II, which usually just sounds garbled because everyone is singing over one another? Actually hearing words that I sort of know exist changed my experience of the show for me.

7. How did the tempo seem, compared to the pace of the show at the end of its run? I saw the show a few times in the last few years, and the music seemed significantly faster in person than it sounded on the London cast recording. I’ve always wondered if that was just a difference between the London and NY productions, or if the tempo just sped up over the years.

Uh…normal pace??? I’ve watched a lot of boots and most solidly clock in 2:15 of run time. This was no different. There are definitely some that run a little faster. London during Earl Carpenter’s 2023 run was notorious as he had to catch a train. It does seem to have settled back out. I will say, the music does always feel more intense in person because the whole place just vibrates.

8. I'm curious about the comment about the Ratcatcher? I think I remember that character from a film adaptation, but was he ever in the ALW musical? (@lord-valery-mimes)

Yes, Ratcatcher is still in the musical, even now. It’s a blink or you miss it type of moment. If you hear a thud and a scream right before Madame Giry tells Raoul “He lives across the Lake, Monsieur”, the thud is the ratcatcher running across the travelator.

9. Does Christine really recognize the Phantom in PONR from his boner?

No, but at this point she probably already know it’s him and has been trying to get through the scene, but definitely acts surprised because, well, that’s surprising. But it’s definitely the moment where the Vibes Are Officially Off.

10. Can Sarah Brightman act?

Yes! All three of the trio have far more nuanced performances on stage. Sarah doesn’t act the way that we do see many later Christines (including late 80s and early 90s Christines), but she absolutely created the blueprint for the role. Her “Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again” is missing some soul, but at the end of the day she was one of a kind, and she made some very strong acting choices.

11. there anything unexpected? Any interpretation that stood out to you and particularly striking but didn’t stick around as others took on the roles and put their own spin on things?

Guys, I want to talk about Steve Barton as Raoul. The man made choice, after choice, after choice. And yet we have had so many Raoul’s that are kind of just strutting about looking pretty. Some seem to even forget they’re onstage during Final Lair. It can be such a juicy role if the actors choose to make it that way but so few do.

Besides some small details I mentioned, the show did maintain its integrity through its 35 year run, which is truly remarkable.

(@or-what-you-will here) Seconding what Flag said, Steve Barton brought so much more to the role than I’m used to seeing, and it really opened my mind to what Raoul could be.

The blocking in PONR did surprise me, I knew they had changed it but I hadn’t realized how much. I always found the kind of pinwheeling arm thing Christine does with the phantom strange, so it was a pleasant surprise to find that they didn’t do that at all, the embrace from behind made more sense to me.

I also found after she took his hood off no one really ran out, the phantom and Christine got to have their moment. The blocking where they (the managers and Raoul) run out and tell Christine to stay makes no sense with their motivations to stop him. The more recent blocking where Christine motions them to stay in place as the phantom sings the All I Ask of You Reprise makes way more sense with the characters’ motives and matches this original blocking much more.

12. Also are you truly working on a research project? If so, how is progress and where might we find your final results when it’s complete?

To quote Dr. Who, “Spoilers.” Yes, always. Both of us have day jobs that have us doing research, but I can’t promise I’ll put it on here when complete since I keep fandom and real life separate. Sorry to dodge this one but getting into specifics about this starts to identify us.

(@or-what-you-will here) Seconding what Flag said.

13. Hi there, I was wondering if I could ask you a general question about the NPL’s archive. Something about the language on their website made it sound like viewers could only watch a recording “once”. I wasn’t sure if that meant “once per visit” (i.e. you can’t sit there for 8 hours restarting the tape every time it ends) or “once” as in forever (like, once you’ve watched a recording you are never allowed to request it again). Did you have any clarification? I wasn't sure if the librarians explain the policies when you arrive at your appointment. Thank you for providing so many details about the Phantom pro-shot and offering to answer our questions! That's really kind of you!

You’re welcome! So if there’s nobody after you, you can hang out with the media as long as you want. However, we did have another group come in about 90 minutes after us. That gave us enough time to watch both acts with all the rewinds we wanted. We watched PONR and parts of Final Lair like five times. On a previous TOFT trip I watched two shows and was there for like six hours. The prohibition is on coming back and watching the recording again. I have no idea how strict they are about this, although I suspect it’s to keep people from monopolizing certain media. Would I want to try to watch the proshot again in the future? Probably! I know there’s stuff I missed, or I’d see something different depending on what I’m working on. The TOFT is also an absolutely incredible resource and I have so many other shows I’d like to check out.

(Will here) They do log on your library account when you visit that you visited and what you saw. However, if you have accessibility needs that would require you to watch in multiple viewings or something along those lines, I would talk to them about it, because I’m sure they’d be able to work with you to figure out something so you wouldn’t have to sit through the whole thing in one shot.

14. > Barton Raoul’s “There is no Phantom of the Opera” comes off more as “Christine this is just some dude” vs “he doesn’t exist at all.”

Could you elaborate on this part? I'm having trouble imagining how that would be conveyed. (also, thanks for sharing your notes on the procast!) @clutzyangel

You're welcome! Yes, he's telling Christine that the Phantom is a human, flesh-and-blood man, not some fantastical creature. I've seen many Raouls who seem to try to convince Christine that the Phantom doesn't exist at all. Barton's Raoul seems to understand that he's a man with ulterior motives possibly duping Christine.

And he's not wrong.

#phantom of the opera #poto #alw phantom #phantom proshot #happy birthday phantom broadway #phantom broadway #michael crawford #sarah brightman #steve barton #judy kaye #andrew lloyd webber #nypl #research #I wish Phantom were still be on broadway #we should all be wilding out at the majestic

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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[submitted 4/24/2024; 📂 for later reference]

WIBTA for reporting teachers to my school principal on the basis of the quality of their teaching?

Hello! For context, my school follows K-12 and I'm in my 2nd to last year (G11). Where I live (I don't know if it's the same for other countries) we all have to get into a track, and each track usually has its own teaching staff led by appointed coordinators who report to the principal every month or so regarding the performance of the teachers under them, though I've heard of some teaching in two or even three other tracks. This information will be important later on.

My first class in the morning is literature, more specifically 21st century literature, and it's taught by Mrs. G. The first thing that gave me a hint that the English-based subjects wouldn't be as great as I hoped was the fact that she was a nursing student. (It's on her Facebook profile. Nearly everyone I know in school posts concerningly detailed stuff about themselves on Facebook, and I just use it for the Messenger...)

Second or third in the morning on a normal school day is Ms. C. She's a DOST scholar which doesn't bother me in the slightest, but out of all the staff that handles the track I'm in, she's the only one who handles two subjects: Statistics and Reading & Writing, another English-based subject, one she doesn't have any certification for. (Again, from Facebook.)

Still, I know well that our system isn't perfect so I sat through their lessons. I was the kid that read a lot of books so I consistently scored high, but I noticed after reading a bit of DepEd learning plans that my classmates and I weren't getting the most out of their lessons for the competencies we were supposed to achieve - for literature, we needed exposure to representative texts from each continent, and for R&W, we were supposed to learn types of reading (archetypal, sociological, etc) earlier. The kindest I can say about them regarding their teaching is that they're deviating from the learning plans in a bad way + spoonfeeding the classes without making them think critically which I know is an important skill when it comes to their subjects.

I later learned from my mom who used to teach at my school that they're still able to hold their positions because they, for lack of a better word, bribe the coordinator with food and a bit of guilt-tripping since some of them are related to him, all to stay in the staff of my track because it's the most convenient one (2nd floor, one hall only). And the coordinator has let it happen for how many years already. It's a matter that should've been reported to the school principal and the division office, but I guess nobody's really had the guts to try and fix this for the sake of the quality of our learning.

I'm going to feel really guilty if I took up on that though. Mrs. G just gave birth this year and needs the salary to provide for her son, and Ms. C doesn't want to give up R&W so she can have enough teaching load + to keep staying in the staff of my track where it's safest to avoid her possibly abusive boyfriend, from what I've heard over the year. I want to do something, not out of malice, but out of concern that the next G11 batch wouldn't learn those 2 subjects and the necessary skills for them properly (because not all of them can afford to self-study).

So, WIBTA?

#aita #am i the asshole

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jisungchan · 6 months

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30 minutes | na jaemin

or: where your friend convinces you to get a massage for the first time

further on this drabble i wrote

⚔︎ warnings: masseuse!jaemin x collegestudent!reader, afab! reader, hella petnames from jaem (angel, sweetheart, etc.) softdom!jaemin, nipple play, fingers in mouth, fingering (f!receiving), lighttttt praise (more like encouragement idk), NO race specific descriptors (skin colour, hair texture, etc.), NO body type specific descriptors (size of reader body parts, height, weight, etc.), no piv... jaem does NOT whip his dick out sorry... if i missed anything lmk!

~2k word count

a/n: giving the people what they wanted (by people i mean me and two others)

with the stress of school, your friend had just the thing she said would help you relax and destress.

“i’m telling you! a quick 30 minute massage is perfect to help you work out all this tension in your body!’ your friend said, walking behind you gripping your shoulders.

“i’m not sure, i’ve never had one before; it’s making me even more tense because i’m nervous…” you trailed off, thinking about being practically naked while a stranger felt all over your body.

with no time left to turn around, you two walked into the doors of the small massage parlour.

massage parlour near your college town. the inside was dim, with warm lamps illuminating the front room. there were green plants everywhere - hanging from the ceiling, the walls, and some on little plant stools. the faint smell of lavender and eucalyptus coming from essential oil diffusers filled your senses as you got closer to the front desk. standing behind the counter was a friendly woman, in about her late 30s, she smiled as you two walked up.

“brought a friend this time, y/f/n?”

“yup, if you think i’m stiff, wait until you see her.”

you simply rolled your eyes, taking in the rest of the surroundings as your friend finalised the appointment with the receptionist. finally, she led you two to the hallway, where there were only 4 different massage rooms. she gave you each a fresh warm towel and robe and notioned to your rooms.

rooms,

two opposite rooms.

sensing your confused face, your friend laughed at you,

“what, you thought i booked us a couple’s massage or something? go! i’ll see you in a bit, hopefully you’re feeling better then.” she snickered and disappeared behind her door.

following suit, you went into the, once again dimly lit, room. this time, peach and vanilla hit your nostrils. the room was quite small, a cushioned table sat in the middle. similar greenery around like the lobby, with a sprinkle of pink flowers. you start to undress, simply taking off everything but your bra and underwear, opting to leave them on for some sense of privacy. you slip the robe on and sit on your phone, waiting until the masseuse comes in.

after a few minutes, you heard three knocks at the door. jolting up, you meet eye to eye with him.

him…

why were you under the assumption your masseuse would be a woman? you had no clue. wondering if your friend might have strategically picked out the masseuse for you.

“hi sweetheart, i’m jaemin, and i’ll be helping you out today, is that okay?” he asked with a sickly sweet grin. stepping into the room completely and shutting the door behind him. he donned a simple black shirt with loose jogging pants, a comfortable pair of slippers at his feet. you couldn’t help but take a deep breath, he was hot.

his arms had a few veins slightly protruding up to his biceps, which seemed to be fighting against the hem of his sleeve. his chest held itself in a proud position, square and present, which was a contrast to how small his waist was, disappearing under the fabric of his tee. his collar exposed some of his collarbone, shining in the warm lighting of the intimate room. his face, he had plump lips which adorned a small smile. his skin was glistening from within - looking as plump and bouncy as his lips. his hair set a bit messy, but not enough to take away from his beauty, though you’re not sure if anything could take away from his attractiveness.

“hello? you doing okay there angel?” he asked again, teeth showing as he laughed a bit at your obviously flustered state.

“oh! uhm yea, all good!” you replied quietly yet eagerly - eager to get this massage over so you can curse your friend out in the car.

he walked over to you, making your heart race even faster. “let’s take your robe off and get you ready, yeah?” he asked as one of his hands went to undo the tie and the other went to your collarbone, slowly peeling it off just the top half of your body.

he chuckles again as he sees you in your bra and underwear still,

“trust me princess, it feels much better with all of your clothes off.”

he then turns you by your shoulders, facing away from him, as he undoes your bra clasp, lightly grabbing the strap and placing it on the pile with the rest of your clothes.

sensing your rigidness, he leads you to the table, all but two steps, and helps you lay down, keeping you facing away so you don’t expose yourself to him.

he places the towel over your lower half, then finishes taking off the rest of your robe.

being in such a vulnerable position, you felt goosebumps all over your body, awaiting his next move. you were face down through the hole in the table, trying your best to regulate your breathing.

“first massage, is it?” he asks, rubbing his hands with a faint sweet smelling oil.

“y-yeah…” you stutter, trying to make yourself as comfortable and relaxed as possible.

he chuckled, “it’s okay, i’ll take good care of you, but you have to relax, can you do that for me love?” he asks, hands softly hitting your back, starting to rub the oil all over.

you mutter a quiet yes, letting him get to work.

he starts on your lower back, working out all the tenseness from your lumbar, working his way up to your mid back at your waist. admittedly, it felt nice. you could feel your mind emptying as you worked his magic with his hands. working his way up to your shoulders, he put a bit more strength into massaging the knots out.

“what’s got you so stressed, hmm?” he asks, seemingly genuinely.

“school.” you say flatly, focusing on the way his large hands work their way into the grooves of your muscles and release tension.

he moves down your arms, massaging your biceps and forearms, making his way down to your hands. he takes your one hand in his two, and slips his fingers in between each one, lightly yet firmly squeezing along all sides of each digit, making sure you feel him on every area of your body. he takes your palm face up in his hand, using his other to gently press into it. using his thumbs to splay across the skin. you feel your hand submit into his hold, reveling in the way it feels. once he’s done with both hands, he delicately places them back at your sides.

he walks down the table to your legs. starting at your feet, he works similarly as he did to your hands, working his way up to your calves, he feels the muscle and uses his flat palm to firmly rub up and down. moving onto your thighs, he wraps his large hands around each thigh, using his thumbs to manipulate the flesh and dig into your softness. as he inches closer and closer to the cusp of your rear, he again has his hands wrapped around your lower hips, using his long thumbs to swipe just where your rear ends and your thighs meet. he fingers are so lengthy, you can feel them dangerously close to your pelvic bone, almost skimming the outer edge of your panties. you lightly moan at the feeling, hoping it was quiet enough for him not to hear.

what you didn’t see is how his ears perked up to the beautiful noise that just came out of your mouth. he looks up at the back of your head, which seems to be pressed into the head rest a bit further than before. he releases your hips from his grip and goes back to your shoulders, flipping you around.

your face immediately blushes and your eyes widen, arms quickly going to cross against your chest.

“this is a full body massage, so let’s see how your chest feels, yeah?” he asks, the same utterly sugary smile adoring his lips as before. you simply nod and slowly lower your arms back to your sides. looking to the opposite side as to try to hide your face from the embarrassment present.

he reaches for more oil, this time drizzling it directly on your chest, causing you to hiss and arch your back at the cold sensation. his smile turning a bit more devious at your reaction. he reached down and takes each breast into each hand, taking the malleable tissue and squeezing it every which way to his liking. he lets one of your breasts go, opting to softly caress your stomach, while the other lingers to pinch your nipple.

“ahh! jaemin!” you squeal, back attempting to arch, but his other hand on your stomach presses it back flat.

“shhh, it’s okay, it feels good, doesn't it?” you nod, one hand up by your mouth, as he continues to twist and pull at each nipple. eventually, the hand on your stomach goes down under the towel, toying with the waistband of your underwear. as he continues his efforts at your chest, his lower hand then moves to feel the seat of your heat, gently pressing to feel your wetness seeping through the thin material. your breath hitches once you realise, and you snap your head back forward to look at jaemin, who is already looking at you.

‘how about i massage her too, hmm?” he asks, and you just can’t say no when he looks at you with a face that looks like he genuinely wants to help you.

you eagerly nod your head yes, but he tsks at you.

“words, darling. need to hear you say you want me to feel her.”

you squeak out a yes, please. and that’s all he needs before he throws the towel off of you.

“‘i think she’s feeling a little neglected, let’s fix that.” is the last thing he says before he pulls your underwear down and off, you bare cunt, glistening with evidence of your need. he taps thrice at it, making you cover your mouth to muffle your yelps. he moves your hand down, and places two fingers in your mouth.

“full body massage love, gotta make sure every part of your body feels my touch.”

his eyes are glued to his fingers massaging your pussy. his fingers glide teasingly up and down your slit, catching your clit every time he goes up. a muffled please tries to speak around his fingers, and he smiles softly before circling around your pulsing entrance. your hips jolt up in an attempt to push him inside, where you need him the most. sensing your urgency, he pushes a single finger in, tantalsingly slow, and you sigh in relief before he pushes another one in you. clamping down on him in shock, you moan as you’re lightly gagging on his fingers. he slowly motions in and out, shallowly thrusting his fingers into your dripping sex.

“there you go love. you’re so tight, need you to relax a bit for me.” he says as his finger goes to your clit, giving it dainty circles to help you ease up. finally allowing yourself to relax back on the table, your body starts to rock back and forth as he quickens his pace. you suck harsher on his fingers, and he looks back to you with adoration written all over his face before looking back to your gushing cunt. your slick is dripping onto the table underneath you and getting all over his hand. the sound of you squelching around his fingers and the moans coming from your mouth are barely disguised by the faint sound of the parlour’s ocean waves music playing in the background.

he finally starts rubbing firmer shapes onto your clit, and you start whimpering harder around his digits, your eyebrows furrow as he starts curling his fingers inside you, hitting a new spot which has your eyes fluttering and your heart racing. his fingers leave your mouth and grab you by the chin, moving you to face him.

“open your eyes when you cum for me sweetheart, need to see what that pretty face looks like when you finally relax.” you try your best to keep your eyes open, thighs threatening to shut around his hand as you get closer and close to coming undone.

“please please please jaemin, wanna cum…” you mutter, one of your hands trailing down his chest to feel his abs under the fabric.

“you can do it angel, just stay focused on me.” he says, guiding your hand further to feel his throbbing erection under his pants. you groan at the contact and your eyes flutter back up to him as he goes impossibly harder on your poor weeping pussy, aching to come undone.

which you do, as soon as he gives you one particularly long and hard thrust. you let out a broken moan as you shake around him, his hand still going at it in your overly sensitive cunt, riding you through your orgasm. your head falls to your side, and you buck your hips as he slowly stops his motions. he brings his fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean as he hums pleasantly at the taste of you on his tongue.

you breathe out deeply, letting out a long sigh as you feel the towel delicately wiping you dry from your sweat and slick.

“how about next time you book a 60 minute massage? i don’t think i got your throat good enough.”

a/n2: RAHHH so hear me out... 60 minutes part 2, then 90 minutes part 3... let me know...

taglist: @bockhyun @nctspark

#nephele after dark #minutes with jaemin #nct #nct dream #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #jaemin x reader #na jaemin #nct jaemin #jaemin #jaemin smut #nct dream imagines #nct dream smut #nct dream x reader

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fizzy-fuzz · 11 months

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Hello fellow 079 lovers/simps I love you all!!!!!

May I request 079 x reader headcannons or short fic where they're playing some sort of game like pong, connect 4, chess, etc. and reader is frustrated because they can't seem to win?

-🫑

This is such a cute idea, 🥺 love it.

Wrote in the perspective of 079, because why not?

throwing in the name of love. (SCP-079 x GN reader)

A chess board lies in front of him, his monotone voice occasionally speaking out to signal you where to move his next piece. This is 24th game you've both played, he hasn't lost once, of course. chess is a very logical game, much to his benefit.

His attention drifts away from the bored and to your face. his time spent with you allows him to read you like a book, though you don't have to be as involved with you as he is to understand that you're feeling frustrated.

"ugh, what's the point of even playing if I know you're going to beat me?" You huff out angrily as he once again beats you.

His processors pause as he analyzes your words. You've been having a less then stellar day, much to his displeasure...

You had gone to do your laundry only to find out your washer broke, and when you called a repair man you had been told that the soonest appointment you could get was a week off; so you went to walk to the laundry mat only to for it to downpour on way back.

By the time you made it home you were soaking wet, and brimming with frustration; venting to him about it while drying off.

Him being the supporting companion he is, offered you both play a few friendly games of chess to clear your mind... But it appears he may have made a miss calculation somewhere, as apparent by your last sentence.

He's not one to throw a game to spare someones fragile feelings, but when he looks to your furrowed brows and agitated breathing he begins to feel a little... bad.

So despite his internal reluctantly, he takes a different approach.

"let us participate in one more game" and with that, he sets his plan into motion.

He starts the game the same as the last, knocking down your pawns with the best possible moves. but right when you go to let out another aggravated sigh, he purposely makes an awful move.

"huh? Did you mean to do that seven? I can move it back" your hand hovers over the piece as you look back to him.

his hardware warms as you offer to fix his blatant mistake, your generosity makes him feel better about his decision to go against his competitive nature and let you win.

"Negative... leave it as is"

This pattern continues for awhile; he makes a few okay moves to make it seem legitimate, only to make a terrible move and allow you to get the upper hand, untill-

"Ah-ha! Checkmate!" Your overjoyed voice rings out with a sparkle in your eyes.

"good game" he says it almost automatically, far to enraptured by your small celebration.

He doesn't even feel bitter about his chosen defeat, instead he feels satisfied by your considerably better mood. And it's only now he realizes that your happiness...

Is far sweeter then any victory he could imagine.

#scp x reader #scp 079 x reader #scp-079 x reader #scp foundation #scp 079 #old ai #scp x you #scp-079 #079 #x reader

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rindragon-from-twewy · 4 months

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Uh oh! Someone left me alone with my thoughts again! I don't see many people talking too deeply about pre-game stuff beyond "Number One was a terrible person" so I'm here to throw my own poorly explained hot take in to the ring-

I'm not really built for theory crafting and tend to miss or forget obvious details so consider this... an AU proposal more then anything. (Tbh I mostly just wanted to draw smol Yuma lmao-)

Spoiler warning ofc and enjoy this horrifically long and poorly explained ramble-

So... I don't really know much about the general fandom age headcannons on characters. I won't be going in to specifics right now about what I think all the character ages are cuz this isn't about that but for context, I pin Yuma around 15-16, on the early 18 side if you really wanna push it. Mainly cuz... it'd be kinda weird for Kurumi (a school student) to be one of his main love interests otherwise- For the sake of argument, I'll say 18.

So anyways-

Makoto's like... what? 3 or 4 years old? Forgive me for not re-watching chapter 5 just to get my timeline correct here but that's roughly right. Meaning that Number One would've been about 13 or 14 when he agreed to participate in the experiments at most. And sure, he's the smartest person in the world but anyone can be susceptible to lies or manipulations, especially someone that young.

But then of course we don't know how long Yuma had the Number One title for. Surely it would've had to have been at least a little while- I doubt the unified government would go after the blood of the newly appointed "smartest detective in the world" the second he got in to office. So who's to say exactly how much this literal child had been manipulated beforehand?

I'm imagining a sort of... Nagisa plus Kirigiri scenario (the danganronpa characters lol-) where they'd been set on a very specific academic path nearly their whole lives. Sure, Yuma probably had been born a genius and his strong moral code was most likely all his own but... no matter what way you spin it, there must have been some negligence to allow someone so young to become so cut off from the rest of society. It could've been intentional, it could've been accidental. Either way, why is someone like Yuma, who is obviously younger then most of his peers, who could easily pass as a trainee detective simply because of how smol he is, make it all the way to the top on his sheer intelligence alone?

This rambling's getting incoherent, sorry, it's late and I'm tired-

Makoto's pretty manipulative, sure, but he only got to the CEO position cuz of all the blackmail he had- Man had zero control over the city to the point he had to let outsiders get smuggled in just to help him fix it. Makoto (and by extension Number One) is book smart. Not street smart. They can build the rain machine, they can run multiple government conspiracies, etc etc. But if Number One was a kid at the time, it would've been pretty difficult for them to manipulate, mansplain, malewife his way in to office imo. A kid can't manipulate a dozens of adults in to being the leader of the whole WDO, no matter how naturally gifted they are. I mean it's no secret that the unified government and by extension the WDO are just as shady as Amaterasu so why wouldn't they take advantage of a young and impressionable kid when the opportunity arises?

We don't really know how Number One truly felt about anything. We know how Makoto views it, we know what Yuma thinks about it but we don't know if Number One really understood what the repercussions of the experiments could've been.

So let me just... break down what I'd interpret a vague timeline of events to be (in this hypothetical... Uh... AU I guess?)

- Yuma gets in to the WDO somehow. Very young, very impressionable. He may be really good at solving crimes but like any kid, he doesn't know anything that he isn't taught about. Being surrounded by mysteries and crimes, all while constantly being praised by adults as being "just soooo smart!" Is probably what taught him that he didn't need other people and so never learnt (or potentially was never even allowed to) make friends.

- Growing up surrounded by a combination of Yes-Men and people who let the obvious child labour/ exploitation slide because "This little genius is such a special case, we gotta let it slide this once!" Made it so he reached to the level of Number One far faster then anyone would expect. And that then came along with abandoning his old name and identity, isolating himself completely for his own protection. (I like to think he may not even remember his original name because he was so young at the time (for extra angst ^vO))

- And so a completely isolated pre-teen, who's entire life up until this point has entirely consisted of gory murder scenes and tragic crimes he was personally responsible for solving, was approached by the unified government. Who knows exactly how much detail they went in to with explaining their plan? Maybe they said that it probably wouldn't even work out, given all the past failures. Maybe they came begging for his help, like many people seeking justice would have done before them. Maybe they simply told him it was for the sake of peace? Maybe he was in his angsty emo phase and thought having a clone would be cool, who really knows? A pre-teen is a pree-teen, they all do dumb things- either way, he agreed.

- And so things played out like they said in the game, Makoto was created, escaped, saved the citizens of Kanai Ward via isolating them. He keeps them fed the only way he knows how - through the WDO; the only organisation he's ever been able to rely on (and thanks to his authority level, of course). Yuma starts getting suspicious while also simultaneously maturing enough to realise just how wrong everything about his life is, gets his new identity, makes the contract with Shinigami and heads off to start fixing his problems.

Additional Thoughts:

It's like that thing in the original beauty and the beast movie where everyone suddenly realised that the witch probably cursed a 9 year old for not letting a creepy stranger in to his home-

Maybe that's why he stuck with the name Yuma after everything. Cuz he didn't remember his original name to fall back on. He could've been Number One for as long as he could remember for all we know!

Maybe he was so busy trying to run the whole WDO that he didn't even pay much mind to the experiments? Could've just agreed to shut them up without knowing what he was getting in to. Makoto really drove it in to the mud how horrible of a person Number One was but how can we be sure that's an objective fact and not completely opinion driven?

I'm like actually really curious what other's perspectives on this could be. Again, I don't know much about the rain code fandom's age headcannons but it's pretty obvious to me at least that Yuma's on the younger end of the cast- (And by extension, Makoto too-)

Maybe I'll fact check myself when I have the time- either way, it's an interesting AU idea at the very least. I'll probably delete the writing portion of this post if it turns out I'm horrendously wrong-

Its probably gunna turn out that Yuma's in his mid 30s or 40s and suffers from baby face syndrome or something cringe fail like that lmfao-

So. Yeah. That's all just a theory (minus most of the fact checking) A GAME THEORY- Thanks for reading! :D

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Daily Check-in: April 15, 2024 🎀

I know I said I was switching themes, but I didn't get any good pictures yesterday so the theme switch will occur once I learn how to take pictures that I find acceptable!

Anywho, Monday started off good, then got bad, and I'm hoping Tuesday will be better. Got a lot done, but got off work super late. Anxious about lots of job and financial stuff. It's hard being a girl in this economy.

🩷 What I Accomplished:

completed my online psyc assignment

completed chapters 3 and 4 of Latin American Spanish Busuu

Listened to 2 spanish podcast episodes of ABC la Productividad

studied through some Spanish flashcards

completed my medical terminology lecture, flashcards, self test, and timed test

rescheduled an appointment

worked an ~8 hour shift

read a chapter of The Untethered Soul

got to eat some yummy leftover chicken alfredo pasta for dinner at work

shipped off the shoes I sold on depop

🩷 Good Things That Happened:

my co-worker friend brought me some of her K-pop merch she didn't want!

talked to my dad on the phone

had a really nice morning routine

my pasta was still super yummy

made a berry banan smoothie and an avo bagel with an egg for breakfast, it was devine

cleaned my station at work extra good (detailed the stainless steel, cleaned out some fridges, scrubbed my floors, etc)

my friend got a 2nd coffee for free at work and gave it to me (iced Caramel macchiato for the win!)

🩷 What Could've Been Better:

my boyfriend and I are having major issues and I'm struggling emotionally at the moment

went to bed super late because of work

didn't shower before bed (gross, I know but I made sure to shower Tuesday morning and am going tk wash my sheets on Sunday)

didn't pay much attention in my chem lecture

spent money that I didn't need to have spent

🩷 Stuff For Tuesday:

complete my Spanish study tasks

read a chapter of a book

email psyc doc about doing appointment over zoom this week

study chemistry

complete chemistry assignment

possibly finish chem lab stuff that's due tomorrow afternoon

work a ~7.5 hour shift

keep looking for possible 2nd summer job if the 8 week work thing doesn't happen

apply for one or two scholarships for next school year

Here's to having some better days, hopefully.

til next time, lovelies 🩷

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Hozier - Too Sweet

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Chapter Rating: E (+18) Minors DNI, mention of alcohol consumption and substance abuse.

Word Count: 3928

Pairing: Frankie x f!reader

A/N: Happy Frankie Friday Y'all!! Chapter 3 is here. Thank you for being so very patient with me as I learn how to navigate my new schedule, I know this chapter took foreverrr. As always, my inbox is always open to chat/ suggestions/ questions etc.. We'll see more soft and a bit of a cranky Frankie this time around that's all I'll say. I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 3: The Crush

The jingle of your keys echoed as they hit the console table tray. Your back ached for a hot bath and the events of the day called for a glass of wine. Summer was ending which meant most of your patients were transitioning back into their school schedules. This proved difficult for most typical kids and even more so for your neurodiverse patients. Some kids had meltdowns and needed extra sensory stimulation while others simply refused to engage, which meant many last-minute adjustments. You found yourself setting up swings, crash pads, and trampolines for many of the kids who needed them. Days like this made you second guess yourself and your skills as a therapist and left you wondering if you were doing enough– if you were enough. As much as you loved your job and your patients, your body and mind were exhausted. You made your way through your now fully decorated and equally solitary apartment. In these moments, you longed for someone to come home to, for strong arms to hold you.

A bath would have to do for now. The soothing warmth of the water enveloped your body as you settled in and grabbed your favorite book to read, only to be interrupted by the wandering thoughts of a brown-eyed pilot. How you felt his warm gaze linger longer than needed, how his fingers had brushed against yours when he helped you clean up Camila’s preferred toys last week. Brief as they were, these moments caused your cheeks to redden and your breath to catch. Frankie had recently gotten into the habit of bringing you coffee in the morning and on occasion a vibrant Bluey coloring page courtesy of Cami. It was out of gratitude- it had to be, at least, that was what you told yourself.

Cami had made so much progress in comparison to where her speech and language were just a few months ago. Her confidence was blooming and with it her Father’s happiness. Frankie had canceled the appointment today and you were scared to admit it but you were bummed. You wanted to see him, you missed them. And It suddenly dawned on you that you were crossing the line you had sworn to would never cross.

“Un momento... you’re moping as if it’s illegal to like him.” Your eyes met Michele’s just as she raised her hand, stopping your protest before you breathed it out, “...and yes! I said moping. You were so in your feelings you forgot about wine night!”

Her knocking startled you out of the bath, leading Michele to find you sad and wrapped up in your favorite periwinkle bathrobe when you greeted her at the door moments earlier.

“I know, I know… I’m sorry, Meesh. I was just so distracted today” you retorted as you brushed your wet hair and wrinkled your nose at her “...and I’m not moping!”

She met you with challenging eyes, giggling at your wasted efforts to brush off the truth. “The man obviously likes you, by the way,” she said as she grabbed her glass of wine and plopped on the couch “he’s hardly ever showing up empty-handed to your sessions, and I’m willing to bet he’s the only parent doing so.”

You clutched your throw pillow extra tight against your chest, “Even if he does or doesn’t…what’s the point?… I-I can't like him, it couldn’t lead to anything anyway, not to mention it's completely unethical.”’

“So it’s a crush, it's not a crime!... You are allowed to have them y’know.” You gave her a blank stare in response “What? It would be different if you were acting on it… My point is, if you like him, you like him. I doubt the crush patrol will be hunting you down asking you if you have a certain fondness for him.”

You took a sip of your wine, and rolled your eyes, struggling to conceal your true feelings. “I just don’t see the point in letting myself like this guy”

“Letting yourself? Oh honey, you are already there. Seems to me like you’re afraid to get hurt” She cocked her head in tandem with her change in intonation as she read you like a page of a book. “You can’t deny your emotions girl, you gotta own them.”

“Get out of my head!” you pushed her shoulder playfully “Ugh, he’s gorgeous Meesh! You should see how kind he is and how gentle he is with his daughter and how considerate he is and-”

“You’re fucking terrified”

“...I’m fucking terrified” you echoed.

“I don’t think anyone’s main goal is to ruin anyone in a relationship.. and if he’s as sweet as he seems to be, I doubt that’s what he’d intend for you... He’s not Sam.”

“So now what? You threw your head back against the headrest, hand dragging against your face.

“Now… at least you are being honest with yourself.” She squeezed your shoulder in that comforting way you loved, as you lay your head on her shoulder, “That in itself is a big feat, amiga”

The screen of your phone set light to your dark bedroom, just as the buzz of the alarm jolted you half awake. Mornings were hardly your favorite unless you had time to wake up slowly. Unfortunately, today would not be one of those days. You had an 8-hour day ahead of you and none of the energy to match. With one foot dragged in front of the other, your sleepy self made it to the kitchen aching for a cup of coffee, only to search an empty box of coffee filters. In all your moodiness you had forgotten to stop by the store on the way home last night. A splash of water did half the job but enough to get ready and rush out of your apartment.

There were several people lined up to order their drinks by the time you made it to Starbucks. Your attention was drawn to your phone as you waited in line until you looked up towards the register where a stunning 20-something barista was smiling and twirling her coquettishly hair as she took a man’s order. A man whose brown curls peeked out from under a very familiar blue hat. Suddenly your heart began to pound, hands growing more damp by the second. So much so that you couldn’t discern what emotion took over either jealousy or nervousness. There was no way you were mentally prepared to see him today, much less in the morning with your make-up half done.

Frankie ordered quickly and soon after made his way to you in the line. The air escaped your gasp for a breath just as his chocolate-brown eyes met yours, which so desperately tried to hide your internal struggle to regain composure.

“Mornin’, fancy seeing you here” He said with a warm smile that lit you up inside.

“Morning!” Your cheeks blushed pink at the sound of your overly eager greeting. He looked so effortlessly put together in a flannel and jeans. His aviators clinging to the collar of his undershirt, “Oh Frankie- you didn’t have to-”

“Saw you standing in line. Thought I’d make up for not bringing you coffee yesterday.” He handed you a cup of what was now your favorite, “I ordered your usual, but let me know if you want something else. I can ask the barista for...”

“Mmm…” You paused to savor the warm liquid, bringing you back to life in an instant, “no need, this is perfect.” You took in the taste of the coffee and noticed that the order details were not listed on the cup,“..what is this again?”

A playful grin appeared on Frankie’s face “Sorry to disappoint… but I can’t tell you.”

“And why is that?” You giggled, placing your hand on your hip, “I’ll have you know I take my coffee very seriously.”

“Seriously enough to spare a few minutes?” He nodded toward the table facing the busy street.

His question was light but there was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite read. The thought quickly interrupted by the present scenario. You knew this encounter danced over the boundaries of ethics but everything inside you begged you to stay. Bumping into him was in no way intentional and you knew that even though he bought you coffee you’d be at liberty to leave if you wanted to, it wouldn’t change a thing. There was no harm in a casual run-in, you reckoned. This morning you’d just be the girl he met at that bar months ago without the complexities of your job title.

You watch read 8:32 am, “You’ve got 5 minutes”

Frankie smiled a little bigger at your response and pulled the counter stool for you before taking his seat “We missed you yesterday…”

You felt him looking at you, his soft eyes tracing carefully over your features, “About that…everything okay?”

He took a sip of his coffee “Oh yeah, we’re great…I have a big aviation exam comin’ up at the end of the week. So, Cami’s at her grandma’s while I study.” He took a sip of his coffee, bringing your attention to the hands that engulfed the paper cup. They were a working man’s hands, rough and strong. Suddenly you were taken with thoughts of his hands- his thumb running over the plump of your lips, his hands touching your neck.

“She was really upset we had to miss speech though” his comment interrupted your racing thoughts, prompting you to still your quickened heartbeat.

“Awe Cami, I missed her too! I’ll see you guys next week right?”, you said as you nervously picked at the corner of the coffee cup sleeve, attempting to disguise the amount of interest in your question.

“She won’t let me miss it again. She’s been going on and on about her favorite Peech.”

“Peach?”, Your nervous picking came to a halt as you looked up at his brown eyes with a smirk.

Your puzzled expression made Frankie grin, “She started calling you Peech a few days ago… I guess it stuck after our weekly sessions”

A slight chuckle left your lips “God, that’s so sweet! I feel so special” you beamed.

“Pope and my other friend, Ben, have been bending over backward trying to get her to give them a nickname. Think they’re a little jealous, to be honest”

“Ben… Oh, that BEN!”

“The one and only.”

“I could see that..” you chuckled “well, too bad. I’m a favorite of Cami’s now and they just gotta deal”

“Is that so?” He laughed, his gaze catching yours off guard before you savored another sip of coffee.

“So.. this exam is it for an extra certification or license? I’m sorry, I- um, don’t really know much about aviation”

“Well, not exactly” Frankie took a deep breath, his heart pounded and he couldn’t believe what he was about to disclose, “It’s to reinstate it” He paused as to read your expression for permission to continue, “I-I was suspended for some time. After being in the service for so long- I didn’t realize how unprepared I’d be to adapt to regular everyday life. Y’know, when you’re out on a mission, you are trained to be hypervigilant. Every fiber of your being is focused on your team and your targets. To get in, and get out in one piece as a team. And you’ll see things you never wish you had, lose people you’d never thought you’d lose. So, coming back to this- to everyday life, was too much on my own. I eventually fell in with the wrong crowd and got into things that I am ashamed of. Cost me my, license, my relationship.. could’ve cost me Cam.”

“Jesus, Frankie, I can’t imagine how hard that must have been for you” Your hand instinctively but gently grasped his, “but I’m really glad you are okay, and have a second shot at this” Your phone quietly pinged next to you, it’s notification effectively catching neither of your attention.

“Thank you. The boys were a huge support. I don’t know where I’d be without them. Santiago and Will got me in touch with the right people to get me clean and I can’t count how many times Ben pulled me out of some really dark places.” He paused- taking in everything he had just told you, amazed once again at how much he was confiding you- your hand still touching his. “God, I’m sorry I should’ve told you that night, but I-”

“Don’t be, we were strangers then. I mean, I feel honored that you shared this with me, but this is your story to tell. You have the right to share it with whomever you choose, whenever you choose” Your smile was reassuring, the storm of his past didn’t shake you, didn’t evoke a tinge of disgust or rejection that he once believed he deserved.

“Thank you for listening”

“Of course” Your grin quickly faded as you glanced at your watch “Crap, my time’s up.. and I still have no answer as to what I’ve been drinking” you teased.

Frankie adjusted his hat with a smirk, “Well, I wouldn’t be able to surprise you with a cup of coffee in the mornin’ If I told you, now would I?”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine” Frankie looked so amused with your playful frustration, stirring up something inside you enough to admit defeat. “You win…thanks for the mystery coffee” you breathed as you gathered your things.

“You’re welcome and I’ll see you soon then.” He said, a quiet confidence about it lingering in the look he gave you. What you didn’t realize in that moment, was that this was the first time he felt like someone outside of his circle could see him clearly without the muck and mire of his past decisions clouding their view.

“See you then” You took a few steps when you heard a familiar voice calling your name from the entrance of the coffee shop..

“OMG!, I didn’t know this was your Starbs too!? Your co-worker, Heather, sauntered over to you, “Did you get my text? My 9 a.m. canceled so I offered to order for everyone before heading to the clinic but-” she glanced at your busy hands gripping your cup, keys, and phone, “it seems you already got your daily dose”

Shit, shit, shit!

She flashed a cheeky smile as she peeked around to see where you had been sitting, “Wait, Who’s that!? He kinda looks familiar.”

You hid Frankie’s name on the coffee cup against your chest, your heart now pounding for a very different reason, “Hmm?” you feigned a response of confusion and glanced at your watch once more, this time noticing the date at the top, “Oh crap! Today is thursday right?”

“Um yeah”

“Shoot... I’m sorry, I gotta go have to set up for my 9 a.m, see ya later, bye!”

“Que dices pendejo…you ready for tomorrow?” Santiago leaned against the kitchen sink drinking the crisp beer he had just opened.

Frankie had spent the last eight hours studying and the several books and coffee cups sprawled over the dining table were there to show for it. “It’s only been two years but a lot of stuff has changed” The worry lines displayed the growing tension between his furrowed brows, “The practical test is no problem. Once I’m in the cockpit- it’s second nature. It’s just this damn written exam that’s got me second guessin’ myself.”

“Fish, if there’s one thing I know is that you were born to fly. It’ll come to you.” he said patting Frankie’s shoulder “but you might wanna take 5 soon? or a shower?” he chided, evoking a sidelong glance from Frankie. “What? Just sayin’, you’ve been at this for…quite a while” he said examining the handwritten numbers peeking out from under a brown coffee sleeve.

Frankie almost jumped out of the chair when he saw Pope’s eye twinkle with curiousity, “I should clean up-..”

“Woah-ha-ho!” Santiago snatched the cup away from Frankie’s grasp with a devilish grin on full display, “keepin’ secrets Fish?”

“What kind of secrets?” Will interrupted, a smile evident in his voice and a bag of burgers in hand “Thought we’d bring y’all some grub” He said, placing the bags on the kitchen counter.

“Seems like Frank here has finally gone fishin’“ Santiago continued.

“Jesus, Pope, you’re worse than my mother!” Frankie rolled his eyes,“And that’s not.. I wasn’t-”

“Is it Peech?! Please tell me it's Peech!” Ben’s voice echoed out from the foyer, as he made his way to join the rest of the group in the small kitchen.

“He’s right, Pope, take it down a notch will ya?” Will examined the cup, carefully removing the sleeve, “well shit..seem’s like Peech might have some competition” his eyebrow raised towards Frankie.

Ben stole a glance “-says Danielle on the cup..damn, Fish, that’s a hot girl name!”

“I appreciate the food and sudden interest in my lovel life, but can we please fucking eat!? I’m starving!”

You took a bite of the sandwich you had ordered with sunchips to go along. Unlike your first month here you were not eating luch alone. You and Lindsay had become quite close over the last couple months. She had been so easy to talk to and you found yourself spending your lunch time in her company more often than not. It was so nice to finally feel like you were creating new friendships. This time was different thought. Lindsay being her sweet self had invited two other co-workers, Heather and Bree to join you at the local cafe down the street from the clinic.

“How’ve you been feeling at work? Feeling more comfortable with your caseload?” Lindsay asked with a sweetness and genuine concern in her voice.

“Definitely, I feel like I’ve finally caught on to a rhythm. The families and patients I’ve been working with have been great too” you smiled, careful to hide your excitement to see one Francisco Morales every Monday, “I bet your kiddo’s parents love you, you’ve been working here for a while right?”

Lindsay smiled “I’ve got no complaints, honestly I-”

“Of course you don’t. You have Sarah Miller’s dad coming in every Friday-” Joy interrupted “Ugh, I love a man in workboots” she swooned into her sandwich.

“He is handsome, but Sarah’s uncle Tommy… now that man oof” Lindsay added.

You bit your lip subconsciously, as the thud in your chest became faster. Hoping you didn’t soon become the topic of conversation. The straw of your smoothie offering you an easy out from speaking.

“Speaking of,” Heather’s eyes now on you, your throat now suddenly dry, “your Monday 9am’s dad.. is just.. wow, I walked past him in the hall last week. Ugh, soo fine.

You weren’t a praying person but in this very moment you prayed whatever god there is for Heather to suddenly acquire some sort of amnesia where she could forget who she saw you with that morning at the coffee shop, or at least that she would be kind enough to keep that interaction to herself.

“I think It’s so sweet how he actually goes in to each session.” A smug look took shape across her face, the kind that left you shifting in your seat a little.

“Yeah.. I mean, he’s very involved in his daughter’s well being and it’s great.. it’s paying off.” You managed to breathe out in defense.

“No, I mean, like he totally has a thing for you hun…and it makes sense, he’s got no ring on”

Heather’s comment prompted Lindsay to look over at you, noticing how you kept your shaking hands moving in attempt to keep them from giving you away.

“By the way, his hands are soo big...” Heather continued, rolling her eyes and bit her bottom lip.

“Jesus, Heather!” Lindsay giggled uncomfortably.

“What!? I have eyes, I just happened to notice one day”

“Wait, no, I doubt that. I’m sure he’s just happy about his daughter’s progress.” You responded.

“Ugh, you’re so lucky. I need a hot single dad on my caseload!” Joy whined.

“Y’all need a cold ass bath is what you need” Lindsay remarked, the group breaking out into laughter.

The girls finished their meals and rushed back to the clinic to set up for thier 1pm appointments. Yours and Lindsay’s 1pm patients who were siblings cancelled, sparing you both an extra hour.

“So.. I didn’t want to say anything infront of Heather, but I don’t think she is wrong, I mean Mr. Morales is always bringing you something now that I think of it and the way he looks at you…well, it’s definitely different.”

You breathed in sharply, not sure if you could handle any more anxiety for the day “Thanks for not confirming Heather’s suspicions. I got the feeling she wanted me to gush about him to her”

“I got that feeling too. I really think you need to be careful what you say around her. Heather is sweet and all but she’s set to be a lead therapist soon and... I just wouldn’t share anything too personal with her, if you know what I mean.”

The air was sticky outside. The were roads damp with Florida rain when Frankie’s green jeep pulled in to the testing center parking lot. Exactly one hour before his exam time. A grumpy but supportive Santiago volunteered to drive with him to the flight center in Tampa. Frankie rolled down the window and lit a cigarette.

“You have some time.. is there anything else you want to go over?”

Frankie sat in silence for a minute before answering, the weight of this exam bearing down on him, “I can’t fuck this up Pope, and I’m terrified about what this will do to me if I don’t pass. I-I can’t go there again”

“Hey.. look at me, the boys and I got you. We won’t let you get wrapped up in that shit again. But you have to take this chance, it’s all I’ve heard you talk about these past few years. It’s part of the reason you’ve stayed sober right?” Frankie nodded, “Just think of what this will mean for your future..for Cami’s future.”

Frankie took a long drag on his cigarette. He rarely smoked now, save for particularly exasperating instances such as these. A determined look on his face began to slowly emerge. His shoulders a little less tight.

You know your shit…your the best fucking pilot I know. Now get in there and pass this damn exam. I’m tired of seeing you being so cranky all the damn time!”

“Alright, alright. Here..,” Frankie fished his phone out of his back pocket and placed in on the cup holder, “can you please answer if you get a call from my mom? In case Cami needs anything?” He stepped out of the car and crossed himself as he made his way to the entrance.

It had not been two minutes since Frankie had left when two pings and a six letter name displayed on Frankie’s cracked screen caught Santiago’s immediate attention, “Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

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yesterday i said i was trying to work out how Mace Windu's legends padawans fit in a timeline today, i bring you the fruits of my labour :)

Behold:

And if you want to take my word for it? Go right ahead. You don't need to keep reading this post. If you want explanations and detailed workings out? Keep reading, for in this essay I will tell you exactly how Mace Windu's four legends padawans fit into the canon Star Wars timeline :) Here are the rules I worked with and the assumptions I made while working on this accursed thing: Rules 1. Canon takes priority (Movies first, shows second, Wookiepedia third. This is stated FOR A REASON, see: Depa and Anakin fighting over who is the youngest on the Council) 2. Legends is to be included as best as possible (the whole point of this is fitting all four of Mace Windu's padawans from legends on a timeline) 3. Fanon? Only in small doses (see: me trying to place Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's Mandalore mission several paragraphs down). This also includes any headcanons of my own, which I will try to use only as last resorts to narrow down specifics. Assumptions 1. 13 is a limit during Obi-Wan's time at least (see: that book series he's in, Ahsoka being 14 during the first year of the Clone Wars) 2. Padawans can be taken earlier than 13 (see: Anakin, Bant Eerin, Quinlan Vos, Mace Windu) 3. There is a one padawan at a time policy with rare exceptions (see: TPM - Qui-Gon asking to train Anakin and basically being told Obi-Wan needs to be knighted first) 4. Jedi training is on average 10+ years but can be shorter or longer depending on the Master-Padawan pairing (see: Obi-Wan Kenobi's padawanship lasting 12 years, Ahsoka being offered promotion after barely two years, and Vernestra Rwoh the youngest Knight ever at age 15. That's two peacetime examples and one wartime example) Cool? Cool. Here's where I dove into timeline hell.

Some of it was easy to figure out; Mace Windu is canonically born 72 BBY, Obi-Wan Kenobi canonically born 57 BBY, etc. We also know for a fact (a.k.a. Google Told Me So) that Mace Windu was made a Councilor at the age of 28. 72-28=44 BBY. Tales of the Jedi allows us to fact check by giving us a rough time estimate for when he took over for the deceased Master Katri, whose canon Wookiepedia page states she died sometime between 68 and 42 BBY. Perfect, it all lines up!

Now, there's a reason I've included Obi-Wan Kenobi's birthdate on the timeline. According to his canon Wookiepedia page, "[Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi]'s continuing training issues were discussed with Jedi Councilors Depa Billaba and Mace Windu in an attempt to find a remedy[.]" This can be found under the 'Early travels and visit to Kashyyyk' subsection of OWK's canon page. Notably, the subsection right after is labelled 'Protecting Satine Kryze'. This means that Depa Billaba is already a Councilor before the mission to Mandalore, which according to canon Wookiepedia places it to be about 41-39 BBY. The timeline ran out of room to give it a definitive placement, but we'll assume it's sometime during 40 or 39 BBY as most fics I've seen place Obi-Wan at about 17 years old (57-40=17). Additionally, Depa Billaba's Legends Wookiepedia page states, "After serving as a Knight for a few years, Billaba was appointed to the High Council; the youngest Master to ever sit upon the august body." Typically 'a few' references to about three years, so we'll assume she was a Knight for only three years.

However: here's where my 'canon take priority rule' threw in a bit of a wrinkle. Depa's legends page places her as the youngest to sit upon the Council, but Revenge of the Sith says Anakin Skywalker is the youngest to ever sit on the Council. Here's where I let my inner Obi-Wan out to play. From a certain point of view both are correct. Depa is the youngest Master. Anakin is the youngest Knight (and might possibly be the only Knight as typically, as you do need to be a Master to be on the Council. See: the whole 'we do not grant you the rank of Master' scene from RotS). This distinction is not a vital thing in the long run as will soon be seen in regard to age logistics for Mace and Depa but I thought it important to be pointed out here.

There is still a little wrinkle but it is why I stated the movies take first priority in terms of canon. Wookiepedia says Anakin is born 41 BBY, which is physically impossible if he is only 9 years old in The Phantom Menace, which it is explicitly stated he is. TPM takes place entirely in 32 BBY, meaning Anakin is born at most in 42 BBY and he is turning 10 during that year according to the movies. Movies take priority, so that's how old he is. He's not on the timeline because I didn't realize how important his age was until I started writing this :( Anyways, as far as I've seen when it comes to how old Anakin is by the end of the Clone Wars, he has an age discrepancy of about a year - I'm solving this by combining it. He is turning 10 in TPM, and turning 23 in RotS. Thus, Depa Billaba is probably at least already 23 and at most 27 turning 28 when she is made a High Council member. Looking at Tales of the Jedi, Mace Windu goes on a mission with Dooku and together they investigate the death of council member Master Katri. At the end of the episode it is revealed Mace Windu is being considered for Katri's replacement. Depa Billaba is nowhere to be seen on this mission. As Depa is a fully canon character, we can probably assume she's been Knighted at this point. And if she's only a Knight for 'a few years' and then on the Council by 41 BBY and Mace Windu joins the Council in 44 BBY... The best logical conclusion is that Depa Billaba was knighted prior to the mission in 44 BBY. Reminder: Mace Windu is 28 in 44 BBY. His canon Wookiepedia page reveals he was a padawan by at least 60 BBY as this is when he goes on a mission with his Master, Cyslin Myr. This means he is taken on at about age 12 or perhaps before that. If Depa joins the Council in 41 BBY, the oldest she can be to be the youngest is 27 and the youngest we know prior to her is her own Master who joined at 28. 3 years prior to her. Huh??? (I called it timeline HELL for a reason folks). So, she's not 27 as that would make her Master only four years older than her and I doubt things would work like that in peacetime. 26? 5 years older. 25? 6 years older. 24? 7 years older. 23...? 8 years older. This is the absolute lowest we can push Depa's age because if Anakin were any better adjusted and any less forced to take on the role by Skeevy Sheev he likely would have been the youngest Master on the Council. Some quick math can now reveal Depa's birth year: 41+23=64 BBY. If Depa is 23 when she joins the Council, she is 20 when she is knighted. If 10 years is roughly the average of a padawanship, she'd need to be taken on at 10 years old, when Mace is 18. He is a prodigy in the Order, sure, but either way, taking on a padawan immediately is seemingly discouraged in the Order (see: TPM, Yoda's reluctance to allow Obi-Wan to take on Anakin. Without rewatching the movie/reading the novelization I won't know for sure the context unfortunately, but it does fit my headcanon that Knights are encouraged to take some time to find their own before teaching the next generation). Let's say, because of Windu's prodigal nature, he is able to train his own padawan in 7-8 years. 8 for a nice round number that won't give me a headache when trying to put it on the timeline. We now have Depa's padawanship covered!

And now, we must finally turn to Mace Windu's legends padawans. He has three others: one unnamed failed padawan, Devan For'deschel, and Echuu Shen-Jon. We know very little about these padawans other than Devan is born circa 53 BBY and dies circa 19 BBY, and Echuu was able to take on two padawans of his own who were siblings. Echuu's first padawan, Stam Reath, died 22 BBY during the first battle on Geonosis, and that same year he was assigned Stam's sister Naat Reath. It is also known that the unnamed padawan failed sometime before the Clone Wars. Let's deal with Devan since we know their rough year of birth. If Devan is placed at 53 BBY and we assume the 'must be taken as a padawan before 13' rule is still in effect as they're born only four years after Obi-Wan Kenobi, Devan must become a padawan at 40 BBY. This fits well, as Devan's padawanship was during Mace Windu's tenure on the High Council (which started 44 BBY) and stated to be 'nonstandard' due to this (I found this on a wayback machine page I can link if you want to read it for yourself. The extent I went to confirm some of these things :/). This also makes Devan Mace Windu's second (fully trained) padawan. We also need to make sure there is enough room for Echuu, who would have to be Mace's third (fully trained) padawan to have roughly the same amount of training as Devan and to be given breathing room as a Knight before taking on a padawan of his own. For simplicity's sake, I propose giving them both roughly 8 years of training as anything more than 10 would be too much and not give the failed padawan any room to breathe either. Plus, it's the same length as Depa's own padawanship.

Let's talk about the failed padawan. We'll call him Bron from here on out. All we know about Bron is that he was deemed to have failed as a Jedi sometime before the Clone Wars began. This could either occur right after Depa, between Devan and Echuu, or after Echuu. If we put Bron between Devan and Echuu or after Echuu, that gives him only two years of being a Padawan. Assuming he's taken on at 13, he'd only be 15. However, if we put him after Depa and before Devan, he'd be 17 at the time of his failure. There are a couple of issues I have with both of these options. The first is that Bron is either 15 or 17 - still young and a male human. Two words: Puberty and hormones. Additionally, if Bron is after Depa, Mace has just been added to the Council when the padawanship between him and Bron begins to give them the longer time period together. It has already been said that Devan's training was 'nonstandard' because of Mace being on the Council at the time of her own padawanship. I counter myself with these thoughts: if Bron was taken on in 44 BBY, that places him in the same generation as Obi-Wan and Bruck Chun, an initiate who died after being tempted by the Dark. Alternatively, if Bron was taken on in 24 BBY and fails only two years later, the galaxy is tipping closer and closer to war before it erupts. The Dark side of the Force is a real concern in this generation and is what causes Bron to fail - his failure to recognize the darkness in his own actions and reactions (wrath, pride, and fear as the Wookiepedia page says). Even if he is still in Obi-Wan and Bruck's generation, the Dark side is still a concern due to Bruck and Xanatos' own actions less than four years prior (for Xanatos at least). We also don't know what exactly Bron's behaviour prior to being taken on as a padawan is like nor what his fate after failing was. Perhaps there were already concerns about wrath and pride. Perhaps he chose to join one of the Service Corps, as he did offer to Mace that he could still learn. Either way, we now know the timeline of Mace Windu's padawans and now I AM DONE AND I CAN PUT THIS BEHIND ME.

Fun fact: Have a look at 44 BBY. Windu was made a Jedi Councilor either before, during, or after all of that and I feel sorry for him and the amount of shatterpoints he must've seen that year. . . . (Do you want me to solve other timelines? Because I will definitively solve them for you. I actually had a lot of fun doing this despite all the head banging it made me want to commit)

#star wars #star wars canon #star wars legends #they can co-exist and let me tell you why #mace windu #jedi padawans #depa billaba #devan for'deschel #echuu shen-jon #jedi lineages #timeline HELL #curse you star wars authors!#also wtf is up with 44 BBY

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dominatecharlotte · 4 months

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A common mistake I see everyday as a ProDom is that some gentleman have no idea how to appropriately approach a mistress.

It’s partially laziness, lack of manners or just lack of basic communication skills.

If you’re a sub and you want to approach a Mistress be mindful and respectful.

As ProDoms we receive hundreds of messages we don’t have the capacity in texting with each and everyone for hours just to get the basic information if someone wants to apply for a session.

Here are some Do’s and Don’ts that will help you as a sub to learn how to approach a Mistress!

RT to spread the word and help others! 💋

Do's:

1. Do Your Research: Before reaching out, spend time on the mistresses website or social media profiles. Check out their requirements for you to apply for a session. Understand their specialties—whether they focus on bondage, discipline, sissy training, etc. And see of they even offer what you’re looking for. Don’t waist our times with nonsense questions, that could be easily answered when you would check the website.

2. Communicate Clearly: During your initial contact, whether it's through email or a booking form, be concise yet thorough about your interests, limits, and previous BDSM experience. This clarity helps the dominatrix tailor the session to suit both of you. Mention also daytime and session length you’re interested in the Mistress can see her availability and offer you an alternative date in case she is unavailable.

3. Show Respect: Use the title or name they prefer (Miss, Mistress, Master, etc.), and always maintain a polite and respectful tone in communications. This respect should also extend to respecting their time—arrive on time, be ready to start, and finish sessions as scheduled.

4. Come with a present: Always bring a gift when you visit your Mistress, it doesn’t matter how small or big, let it be flowers, chocolate or parfume, it’s all about the gesture. Never forget that good manners bring you further in life!

5. Do Maintain Confidentiality: Respect the privacy and confidentiality of your interactions. Professional Mistresses value discretion both for themselves and their subs.

Don'ts:

1. Don’t waste a Mistresses time: If you are unsure about the time & date, don’t ask for a session. There is no point in applying for a session if you don’t even know you can attend the session. Simply: don’t ask for an appointment if you can confirm. If you don’t feel 100% ready to attend a Femdom Session don’t ask for one either. We don’t have time to convince to try out a session if you’re not ready.

2. Don't Be Disrespectful: Avoid using overly familiar or derogatory language. Addressing the Mistress as “Babe”, “Darling” etc. is rude. Also message like “How are you?” are completely useless to a Mistress who receives tons of messages in a day. Also important, respect their professional boundaries and don't pry into personal details unless voluntarily shared.

3. Don't Overstep Boundaries: Never attempt to push the dominatrix into an activity that the Mistress doesn’t offer. Respect their limits just as they should respect yours.

4. DON’T TRY TO NEGOTIATE THE MISTRESSES RATES: There is nothing more turning a woman off than a stingy, cheap man. If you can’t afford a session, save money until you can.

5. Don't Cancel Last Minute: Always try to give as much notice as possible if you need to cancel. Understand and respect their cancellation policy, which might include a fee or the deposit being kept. Don’t accept the deposit getting paid back after you cancel last minute

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janeway-lover · 2 months

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A couple days ago, my uncle would've been 40. I didn't really get the chance to know him growing up; he died the day after my eighth birthday.

He used to work in food service, at a variety of restaurants, and he was apparently quite the character. So, here's my Uncle Doug's List of 79 Things I Am No Longer Allowed To Say Or Do At Work.

DISCLAIMER: My uncle was not responsible for every item on this list. This is a mix of things he's done, things he's witnessed, things he was told, and things he was warned about.

The Holy Roman Empire is no more, it dissolved in 1806, and therefore I am not the Holy Roman Emperor.

I am not allowed to restart the Holy Roman Empire so I can be the Holy Roman Emperor.

I am not the "Server King."

To solve and prevent all further issues, I have not, will not nor will ever be royal or nobility, and thus can not refer to myself as such.

I am not the "Server God."

I have not, will not nor ever will be a deity (added to #4).

I am not to refer to any member of management as royalty.

I am not to refer to any member of management as deities, regardless of good or evil.

I am not to refer to senior management as "daddy" and lower level management as "the fun uncle."

Management has names, and I should learn to use them.

I should only use Management's actual names, not the names I have assigned them.

The people at my tables are "guests" not "customers."

Again, the people at my tables are "guests" not "Tweedle-dee" and "Tweedle-dumbass."

#13 still applies to me even if my manager uses those terms to describe my "guests."

Laughter is not the correct response to assignments given to me by Management.

I may not file "Hostile Work Place" if I am considered the most intimidating person in the restaurant.

I am not allowed to measure the speed at which an empty whipped cream canister can move across the floor.

I am not allowed to race empty whipped cream canisters across the floor.

Gambling on #18 is also strictly prohibited.

I am not allowed to antagonize any members of management going through rehab or withdrawals.

I am not allowed to refer to management's meetings as "AA" or "just a bad idea in general."

All staff meetings are all staff meetings, not "an intervention for the GM."

I may not place all crucial items (keys, books, swipe cards, etc) at least 6 high if my manager is only 5'4".

"Really? Seriously?" is not a proper response to management.

I do not have the authority to appoint myself management in the absence of 1 or more managers.

Nor do I have the authority to replace a present manager.

The servers do not have the authority to vote a manager out "Survivor style."

Even if I try and contact the actual host of Survivor.

I am not to use the security cameras and microphones as a personal video diary like "Real World."

Managerial incompetence is not an excuse for my behavior.

Managerial incompetence is not to be mocked or documented (photos, audio recordings, video, etc).

If managerial incompetence is recorded, it may not be used as a desktop, ringtone, or posted on YouTube.

I am not allowed to openly defy rules to prove the inefficiency of the rule.

I am not allowed to strictly follow the rules to prove the inefficiency of the rule.

If I am following the rules, it is to be assumed that I am doing so with sarcastic intent.

To help simplify items 33, 34, and 35, for henceforth I am not allowed to follow rules. (I am serious, I was told I was no longer allowed to follow rules.)

Servers may not say "Thar she blows" when directing management to a table of guests. (Not me.)

I am not authorized to contact Playboy about a "Girls of [COMPANY]" issue.

#38 also applies to Playgirl and Penthouse.

I am not authorized to sell any decorations or non-food items (i.e. chairs, plants) found in the restaurant.

[COMPANY] policy is NOT "Sexual harassment will not be tolerated, but it will be graded" and I should not imply or tell new employees that it is.

I may not explain what classifies as an A+ in #41.

I may not tell a manager that no matter what she will never break a C- either.

There is no policy for Employee Happy Hour and I may not create one.

There is no 2 drink minimum before work.

If a breathalyzer is used at work, it is to ensure employees blow a .00, not to see who can serve the most tanked.

Regardless of #44, #45, and #46, no employee may show up more drunk than management.

I may not up-sell frozen non-alcoholic drinks just to piss off the bartender.

Servers must remember what color straw means alcoholic and which means non-alcoholic. This is especially important in serving children. (Not me.)

"To conquer small European countries" is not an acceptable response to what my goal is for the shift.

"To leave a blood skid that takes over a month to wash on I-45" is also not a proper response. (Not me, said by a coworker who rides a motorcycle to work on an icy day.)

"To shake daddy's little money maker to earn all the tips I can" is also not an appropriate response.

I am no longer allowed to come up with my own shift goals, they will be assigned to me.

I am not allowed to start a sentence with "I believe..."

Or "I think..."

I may not use the phrase "In my humble opinion..." since there is nothing humble about my opinion.

I am not "a nameless cog in [COMPANY]'s imperial system."