#c: robin jewell

[sugarcain-sims]

and not a moment too soon, because prom is literally the very next day.

robin’s having way more fun this time around, even if her date is glued to her phone (it’s not like robin can say anything)

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Bill Prutt for Slate:

On Jan. 8, 2004, just more than 20 years ago, the first episode of The Apprentice aired. It was called “Meet the Billionaire,” and 18 million people watched. The episodes that followed climbed to roughly 20 million each week. A staggering 28 million viewers tuned in to watch the first season finale. The series won an Emmy nomination for Outstanding Reality-Competition Program, and the Television Critics Association called it one of the best TV shows of the year, alongside The Sopranos and Arrested Development. The series—alongside its bawdy sibling, The Celebrity Apprentice—appeared on NBC in coveted prime-time slots for more than a decade. The Apprentice was an instant success in another way too. It elevated Donald J. Trump from sleazy New York tabloid hustler to respectable household name. In the show, he appeared to demonstrate impeccable business instincts and unparalleled wealth, even though his businesses had barely survived multiple bankruptcies and faced yet another when he was cast. By carefully misleading viewers about Trump—his wealth, his stature, his character, and his intent—the competition reality show set about an American fraud that would balloon beyond its creators’ wildest imaginations.

I should know. I was one of four producers involved in the first two seasons. During that time, I signed an expansive nondisclosure agreement that promised a fine of $5 million and even jail time if I were to ever divulge what actually happened. It expired this year. No one involved in The Apprentice—from the production company or the network, to the cast and crew—was involved in a con with malicious intent. It was a TV show, and it was made for entertainment. I still believe that. But we played fast and loose with the facts, particularly regarding Trump, and if you were one of the 28 million who tuned in, chances are you were conned. As Trump answers for another of his alleged deception schemes in New York and gears up to try to persuade Americans to elect him again, in part thanks to the myth we created, I can finally tell you what making Trump into what he is today looked like from my side. Most days were revealing. Some still haunt me, two decades later. [...]

Now, this is important. The Apprentice is a game show regulated by the Federal Communications Commission. In the 1950s, scandals arose when producers of quiz shows fed answers to likable, ratings-generating contestants while withholding those answers from unlikable but truly knowledgeable players. Any of us involved in The Apprentice swinging the outcome of prize money by telling Trump whom to fire is forbidden. [...]

Trump goes about knocking off every one of the contestants in the boardroom until only two remain. The finalists are Kwame Jackson, a Black broker from Goldman Sachs, and Bill Rancic, a white entrepreneur from Chicago who runs his own cigar business. Trump assigns them each a task devoted to one of his crown-jewel properties. Jackson will oversee a Jessica Simpson benefit concert at Trump Taj Mahal Casino in Atlantic City, while Rancic will oversee a celebrity golf tournament at Trump National Golf Club in Briarcliff Manor, New York. Viewers need to believe that whatever Trump touches turns to gold. These properties that bear his name are supposed to glitter and gleam. All thanks to him.

Reality is another matter altogether. The lights in the casino’s sign are out. Hong Kong investors actually own the place—Trump merely lends his name. The carpet stinks, and the surroundings for Simpson’s concert are ramshackle at best. We shoot around all that. Both Rancic and Jackson do a round-robin recruitment of former contestants, and Jackson makes the fateful decision to team up with the notorious Omarosa, among others, to help him carry out his final challenge. [...]

Trump will make his decision live on camera months later, so what we are about to film is the setup to that reveal. The race between Jackson and Rancic should seem close, and that’s how we’ll edit the footage. Since we don’t know who’ll be chosen, it must appear close, even if it’s not.

We lay out the virtues and deficiencies of each finalist to Trump in a fair and balanced way, but sensing the moment at hand, Kepcher sort of comes out of herself. She expresses how she observed Jackson at the casino overcoming more obstacles than Rancic, particularly with the way he managed the troublesome Omarosa. Jackson, Kepcher maintains, handled the calamity with grace. “I think Kwame would be a great addition to the organization,” Kepcher says to Trump, who winces while his head bobs around in reaction to what he is hearing and clearly resisting. “Why didn’t he just fire her?” Trump asks, referring to Omarosa. It’s a reasonable question. Given that this the first time we’ve ever been in this situation, none of this is something we expected. “That’s not his job,” Bienstock says to Trump. “That’s yours.” Trump’s head continues to bob. “I don’t think he knew he had the ability to do that,” Kepcher says. Trump winces again.

“Yeah,” he says to no one in particular, “but, I mean, would America buy a n— winning?” Kepcher’s pale skin goes bright red. I turn my gaze toward Trump. He continues to wince. He is serious, and he is adamant about not hiring Jackson. Bienstock does a half cough, half laugh, and swiftly changes the topic or throws to Ross for his assessment. What happens next I don’t entirely recall. I am still processing what I have just heard. We all are. Only Bienstock knows well enough to keep the train moving. None of us thinks to walk out the door and never return. I still wish I had. (Bienstock and Kepcher didn’t respond to requests for comment.) Afterward, we film the final meeting in the boardroom, where Jackson and Rancic are scrutinized by Trump, who, we already know, favors Rancic. Then we wrap production, pack up, and head home. There is no discussion about what Trump said in the boardroom, about how the damning evidence was caught on tape. Nothing happens.

We attend to our thesis that only the best and brightest deserve a job working for Donald Trump. Luckily, the winner, Bill Rancic, and his rival, Kwame Jackson, come off as capable and confident throughout the season. If for some reason they had not, we would have conveniently left their shortcomings on the cutting room floor. In actuality, both men did deserve to win. Without a doubt, the hardest decisions we faced in postproduction were how to edit together sequences involving Trump. We needed him to sound sharp, dignified, and clear on what he was looking for and not as if he was yelling at people. You see him today: When he reads from a teleprompter, he comes off as loud and stoic. Go to one of his rallies and he’s the off-the-cuff rambler rousing his followers into a frenzy. While filming, he struggled to convey even the most basic items. But as he became more comfortable with filming, Trump made raucous comments he found funny or amusing—some of them misogynistic as well as racist. We cut those comments. Go to one of his rallies today and you can hear many of them.

If you listen carefully, especially to that first episode, you will notice clearly altered dialogue from Trump in both the task delivery and the boardroom. Trump was overwhelmed with remembering the contestants’ names, the way they would ride the elevator back upstairs or down to the street, the mechanics of what he needed to convey. Bienstock instigated additional dialogue recording that came late in the edit phase. We set Trump up in the soundproof boardroom set and fed him lines he would read into a microphone with Bienstock on the phone, directing from L.A. And suddenly Trump knows the names of every one of the contestants and says them while the camera cuts to each of their faces. Wow, you think, how does he remember everyone’s name? While on location, he could barely put a sentence together regarding how a task would work. Listen now, and he speaks directly to what needs to happen while the camera conveniently cuts away to the contestants, who are listening and nodding. He sounds articulate and concise through some editing sleight of hand.

Then comes the note from NBC about the fact that after Trump delivers the task assignment to the contestants, he disappears from the episode after the first act and doesn’t show up again until the next-to-last. That’s too long for the (high-priced) star of the show to be absent. There is a convenient solution. At the top of the second act, right after the task has been assigned but right before the teams embark on their assignment, we insert a sequence with Trump, seated inside his gilded apartment, dispensing a carefully crafted bit of wisdom. He speaks to whatever the theme of each episode is—why someone gets fired or what would lead to a win. The net effect is not only that Trump appears once more in each episode but that he also now seems prophetic in how he just knows the way things will go right or wrong with each individual task. He comes off as all-seeing and all-knowing. We are led to believe that Donald Trump is a natural-born leader.

Through the editorial nudge we provide him, Trump prevails. So much so that NBC asks for more time in the boardroom to appear at the end of all the remaining episodes. (NBC declined to comment for this article.) [... So, we scammed. We swindled. Nobody heard the racist and misogynistic comments or saw the alleged cheating, the bluffing, or his hair taking off in the wind. Those tapes, I’ve come to believe, will never be found.

No one lost their retirement fund or fell on hard times from watching The Apprentice. But Trump rose in stature to the point where he could finally eye a run for the White House, something he had intended to do all the way back in 1998. Along the way, he could now feed his appetite for defrauding the public with various shady practices. In 2005 thousands of students enrolled in what was called Trump University, hoping to gain insight from the Donald and his “handpicked” professors. Each paid as much as $35,000 to listen to some huckster trade on Trump’s name. In a sworn affidavit, salesman Ronald Schnackenberg testified that Trump University was “fraudulent.” The scam swiftly went from online videoconferencing courses to live events held by high-pressure sales professionals whose only job was to persuade attendees to sign up for the course. The sales were for the course “tuition” and had nothing whatsoever to do with real estate investments. A class action suit was filed against Trump.

That same year, Trump was caught bragging to Access Hollywood co-host Billy Bush that he likes to grab married women “by the pussy,” adding, “When you’re a star, they let you do it.” He later tried to recruit porn actor Stormy Daniels for The Apprentice despite her profession and, according to Daniels, had sex with her right after his last son was born. (His alleged attempt to pay off Daniels is, of course, the subject of his recent trial.) In October 2016—a month before the election—the Access Hollywood tapes were released and written off as “locker room banter.” Trump paid Daniels to keep silent about their alleged affair. He paid $25 million to settle the Trump University lawsuit and make it go away. He went on to become the first elected president to possess neither public service nor military experience. And although he lost the popular vote, Trump beat out Hillary Clinton in the Electoral College, winning in the Rust Belt by just 80,000 votes.

Trump has been called the “reality TV president,” and not just because of The Apprentice. The Situation Room, where top advisers gathered, became a place for photo-ops, a bigger, better boardroom. Trump swaggered and cajoled, just as he had on the show. Whom would he listen to? Whom would he fire? Stay tuned. Trump even has his own spinoff, called the House of Representatives, where women hurl racist taunts and body-shame one another with impunity. The State of the Union is basically a cage fight. The demands of public office now include blowhard buffoonery.

Bill Pruitt wrote in Slate that Donald Trump used the N-word on the set of NBC's The Apprentice in 2004 when referring to a Black contestant (Kwame Jackson)'s chances of winning the competition by saying "would America buy a n***er winning?"

This is yet another example of Trump's long record of anti-Black racism that dates back to the 1970s.

[rwac96]

Prompt Crossover

Superhero AU

Izuku is in Gotham, working with Batman. On his patrol, he runs into Catwoman, fresh of a heist. The cat thief flirts with the young hero... and gets her pussy pounded (I couldn't resist).

Meme: Instant Loss 2koma

Kinks: Dirty talk, mating press

(humorous)

Deku couldn't help but smile widely like a fanboy, as he was on assignment to America to assist a local hero. But, Midoriya found himself working with Gotham's Dark Knight, The Batman. He helps the vigilante apprehend criminals, even if he's not one for his brutal methods. The freckled youth was on a rooftop, eating a sandwich from Big Belly Burger as the Bat requested his help investigating a series of burglaries. As he sinks his teeth into his burger, he feels a tap on his shoulder.

"A lot of green to be a Robin," a mature, feminine, sultry voice teased, causing the young hero to turn around.

"Huh?!" Deku nearly drops his sandwich, quickly catching it. "C-Catwoman?!"

"Looks like someone did their homework," the (in)famous cat burglar chuckled, her left hand resting on her hip and her right holding a full duffle bag.

"Hey!" Midoriya stands on his two feet, wrapping his food up and placing it in a pouch attached to his belt. "Did you just steal that?!" The green-haired hero points to the bag.

"Ding ding, kiddo," she shakes the bag, and a noticeable jingle of jewels and other valuables can be heard. "Don't worry your cute lil' head over it, they can afford to lose a few~."

"It's still stealing!" Deku replied, despite his freckled cheeks burning red underneath his green cowl. "And you're the one behind those thefts!"

"Oh," she saunters towards the hero in green, making him quiver slightly. "and you're going to stop me~?" Catwoman teased Midoriya, reaching out with her left hand to finger to stroke his exposed chin. "How adorable," she turns around, swaying her shapely rear to him. "You're very much welcome to~."

"I mean it!" The One For All Wielder says, gritting his teeth as he stands his ground, despite his hormones reacting to the seasoned thief's flirtatious teasing.

"Oh, you're going to pound me?" The curvaceous woman lifts her red-tinted goggles, her green eyes peering into Deku's. "Don't just stand there. Punish me~."

---

Thwalp!-Thwalp!-Thwalp!-Thwalp!--THWACK!!

"Oooh, fuuuhuuuck!!" Selina wailed at the top of her lungs, "God, you feel so big~!!"

Catwoman was on her back, her zipper tugged down and her breasts were jiggling out. Her legs raised in the air, her leggings torn; revealing her lower orifices, her muff being stuffed by Midoriya's pumping manhood. Her duffle bag was on the rooftop, and some jewels and a few pieces of gold spilled out. The green-haired youth was on top of her, hammering his hips against her shapely glutes. Selina rolls her eyes upward and bit her lower lip she feels the young hero's cockhead hammering against her G-Spot. She shudders each time his testes swing and slap against her pucker.

"Hnngh, I warned you!!" Deku said, tightly gripping the thief's belt as he thrusts non-stop against her.

"Mhmm, keep punishing mee~!!" Catwoman lets out a throatful moan, "Aaaahhh!! Punish me with that thick cock~!!" She leans her head back, being placed in a mating press position by the youth, feeling her buttocks jiggle and clap.

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 9

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: ThErE wAs OnLy OnE bEd!!!1!1!

Author’s Note: Like comment subscribe drink water do squats etc. Most importantly, enjoy the almost-spicy content! ;3

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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“Oh my god,” I whisper. 

It’s 9 in the morning. I woke up wanting some water, but was stopped by two ivory arms wrapped around me. This isn’t happening. I peer over my shoulder and Seb is fast asleep, spooning me, looking as perfect as ever. 

“Oh my GOD, ” I this time silently mouth to myself. 

He moans — not like a sex moan, but still enough of a moan to do things to me — in his slumber, tightening his hold around my waist. Oh my god!!!

I suppose I have no choice but to accept my fate. I will simply never hydrate again. 

Feeling bold, I lay my hand on his, and trace the curves of his wrist and the light birthmarks on his forearms that I never noticed he was painted with. I finally get to see if his alleged tattoo is a tattoo or not. It is, and it’s a little semicolon. Fitting, considering what he’d shown me yesterday. 

I sink further into the bed, scooting back a little in the process, really soaking up this moment. I feel Seb shift behind me — shit, act asleep, (y/n)! I shut my eyes, and try to emulate a deep slumber with my breathing. 

“I know you’re awake, (y/n),” he taunts. My stomach does a flip at the sound of his morning rasp.

I fake an exaggerated snore, which earns me a light pinch on the side that I can’t help but laugh at. 

“Sorry,” I sigh, “you’re comfy…”

“Mhm... First my clothes, now my body ?!” He exaggerates fake-shock as I flip over to face him. “What else will you steal from me for your own pleasure, (y/l/n)?”

I observe him, my eyes dramatically roaming his face. I place my fingers underneath his chin, tilting my head and his around. Getting a better view of the specimen before me. Inspecting a precious jewel. He’s giggling, and it’s infectious. It's so fucking hard to keep up my facade right now. 

After much contemplation, I respond, “Your hair.”

“What? Why?” he asks, brows furrowed as he beams a smile.

“It’s super fluffy lookin’. Would make a good pillow.” 

Seb shrugs as he sits up to pop his back, while I roll onto mine. Morning breath, bedhead, and all, he’s still one of the most attractive people I’ve ever met. I can only imagine how crusty I look, on the other hand.

“Sorry about knocking out so fast last night,” I sheepishly apologize.

“Me too,” he follows. “I tried waiting until you stopped leaning on me to sneak out, but once 4ish came around, I nodded off.”

“Oh Yoba, I fell asleep on you?” 

He laughs, “It’s fine, I was just glad you were getting some rest after the tough day you had.” The butterflies in my tummy flutter at his concern. “Mom’s gonna be so annoying about this, though,” he groans as he stretches his arms over his head, subsequently rubbing his eyes. 

“Why? Is she not a fan of you sleeping out?”

He chuckles, shaking his head, “She hasn’t worried about my whereabouts in over a decade, probably.”

He flops back down next to me, and I shimmy onto my side to face him, blushing at how close we are once more.  Ha... I thought Sam hovering over me on the beach felt so scandalous , meanwhile I’m just comfortably bashful with this whole hunk a couple of inches away. 

“It’s kind of funny, uh…” he goes on, sighing and closing his eyes. “She’s been wanting to set us up.” 

“ O-oh?”

“Yeah…” He sighs, his lids opening to reveal the deep indigo orbs locking onto my (e/c) ones. “She thinks you’re really great, (y/n).”

I feel so frickin’ soft — Robin’s been so caring and helpful towards me. It’s just rad to know it was genuine, you know? Not just out of moral obligation or something… A shy smile creeps up on me.

“Which is why,” he sighs, propping himself up on his side, “she’s going to pester me for sleeping here. And why she thinks we would be a good match. Allegedly...” He shrugs and rolls his eyes teasingly during that last word. I spot the corner of his mouth twitching, underneath the light blush across his skin. 

“Who woulda thunk,” I respond quietly, reaching up to touch and admire his dark quartz — onyx, maybe? — gauges, “that I’d be such a hot commodity in the valley?” 

Seb tilts his head a little to let me get a better look at his piercings, his gaze honing back onto me once I lower my hand. “Of course. What else are all, like, 5 of us here going to do when a cute new girl shows up?” 

...Cute?

I lean up a little to match him, as my face contorts into a shit-eating grin. “Cute, huh?” I pair it with an annoying dance of my eyebrows.

Seb glares at me, a mischievous glint in his eye, and he pushes me back down to where I was. He scoots over a bit. I assume he’s about to crawl over me so he can get off the bed. Instead, he maneuvers himself on top of me. He softly “mhm”s, answering my question, his face is no more than 2 inches from mine.

Our noses almost touching, combined with the slight breeze of his breath on my lips, makes me shudder involuntarily. I feel a deep crimson forming on my face, as if I wasn’t easy enough to read already. 

Fuuuuck , this is hot… no! You gotta contain yourself, (y/n). He basically called me a bottom at the Egg Fest, but I want to be a power bottom, damnit! This is the time to Prove! Him! Wrong! 

Seb uses his thumb and forefinger to gently take hold of my chin, and slightly tilts my face to the side. As he does this, he lowers his head down further, his lips brushing my ear in the process. “You heard me, baby,” he basically purrs.

“B-baby?” I squeak, stunned.

I let out a shaky breath as I turn to goo beneath him. So much for being a power bottom. I feel him smile against my skin… and then he’s gone.  He makes his way to my bathroom, chuckling to himself. Cheeky little prick.

For a so-called shut-in, this man knows exactly what he’s doing. Luckily, my hands are under the blankets, so he couldn’t see me clinging to the sheets to distract myself from the heat forming between my legs.

I lay there for a sec, and realize that maybe I’m actually kind of mad about what he just did. Very aroused - I’d easily still let him have his way with me in that moment if he’d tried — but pissed . Dude almost definitely knows I have the hots for him, which is whatever. But… should I just let him take advantage of that? Am I being dramatic?

“What the fuck was that bro ?!” I shout before he can close the door. 

“What was what?” I hear a muffled Seb respond through the walls. I groan, loudly, trying to let the tingles in my legs die down before skulking over to him.

I wait against the wall of the shallow corridor connecting the bathroom with the kitchen. When Seb appears, I shove him into my previous spot — admittedly struggling more than I thought I would. For a twig, Seb is heavy and strong.

“Dude.” 

“Yeah, what’s up?” he coolly responds, staring down at me. His eyes tell me he knows his effect on me. Or, that he at least has some sort of effect, if not the correct one.

Suddenly, I can’t form words. Maybe I’m just reacting so strongly because I’m incredibly horny for this guy.

What am I doing?

We stand there for a moment, my hands firmly cupped onto his arms, my teeth gnawing at the inside of my cheek. We’re looking into each other’s eyes, neither of us knowing what in the fuck I was trying to accomplish here.

I groan a “nevermind” in agony and smack the wall next to him before locking myself in the bathroom to cool down. I hear him chuckle from the other side of the door and just shake it off. 

I almost forgot that I’m still wearing his clothes, and feel a little giddy at the sight until splashing some cold water on my face. After I have a pee, I turn on the shower, and brush my teeth while waiting for it to heat up. 

Maybe the sound of me showering will be enough of a tease to get my revenge? Like, oh Sebby, don’t you wish you could see me? You know, washing my body? Uh… nakedly???~

…No. Stop it you little freak.

I look at my dumbass self in the mirror, staring into my annoyed, defeated eyes. I groan again.

I wonder if getting off real quick would release this pent up, sexually induced anger.

Only one way to find out, I shrug to myself, stepping into the water.

__________________

It did help a little bit.

I walk back into the main room, wet and freshly combed hair falling down my back, cheeks still rosy from the orgasm and hot water combo. 

I’m wearing nothing but yesterday’s bra and panties, and it’s totally not because I want Seb to be as sexually frustrated as he made me. No, not at all. 

It’s just that I put his clothes into the washer already… and that possibly turning him on would be an added perk to not having brought a clean change of clothes to the bathroom with me.

He’s sitting at the edge of my bed, phone in one hand and Cannoli under the other. The sound of my closet opening prompts him to look up, and out of the corner of my eye I can see him watching me. I smirk when I notice the device fall out of his hand. I peer towards him as he picks it up, and when he locks onto me again, I narrow my eyes.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I say, directing my view back to my clothes. 

“ …Ok .”

“Wait what?”

When I turn back, he’s lowering his phone. That fucker actually did it. He looks so smug! I wish that I hated him.

“Y’know, Sebby , I had the impression that you were so nice and sweet. Truly spent most of my time in your care yesterday thinking about that,” I theatrically monologue to Seb as I turn away from him. I take off yesterday’s bra, and replace it with a dark gray replica of the tank top I wore yesterday, no bra underneath. We cannot be contained today. “Where the fuck did all that go? Hm?” I ask over my shoulder while flattening the hem of my shirt.

He shrugs, seeming satisfied with himself. “I could say the same to you,” he boasts, nodding to my half-naked body. 

I roll my eyes, “Don’t get your panties in a twist.” I yoink out a pair of ripped mom jeans, and wave them slightly in Seb’s direction. “I’ll be in pants in no time.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll let you in my pants.”

I snort a little while trying to hold back laughter. “Damn it,” I respond, both of us now snickering.

I pluck a fresh pair of panties at random, trying not to overthink things while a hot guy is watching my every move.

“Cute choice,” he notes.

“Fuck you.”

I’m about to head back to the bathroom to change, when he comes over and takes me by the hand.

“Hey,” Seb says softly, but sternly. I look up at him and furrow my brows, about to question him. Suddenly becoming conscious of just how exposed I am, I feel shrunken. Regardless of what he’s about to say, though, he’s visibly concerned. 

“I just wanted to say that I hope I didn’t cross any lines. Today or in the past. Make sure you tell me if I ever do, yeah?”

I don’t really know how to respond, it’s like a switch flipped. Feels as though he read my mind during my weird, horny internal debate.

When I don’t answer, he continues. “I meant what I said, when I called you cute, (y/n), don’t get me wrong,” he lets out a breathy laugh. “But I value you for so much more than your looks. And I don’t want to fuck anything up or make you feel uncomfortable just because I get… bold , from time to time, y’know? Just say the words, and I’ll lay off.”

I can’t help but just gaze at him in awe for a second while I process how gentle he’s being now. I smile and nod. 

“Thanks,” I look down at the pile of clothes in my arms bashfully.

He hums. “Now go put those on, you’re killing me.”

As if drawn by magnets, my gaze directs immediately to his crotch. 

Oh. 

Oh yes.

“ Bro , what the fuck!” he complains, covering the slight tent as I scurry away, fiendishly giggling to myself. 

As I’m putting on clothes, I remember that it’s Friday. I missed the past month or so of Saloon hang outs due to being balls deep in yard work after the first I attended. I want to go tonight, but I don’t want it to be weird. 

I opt to straighten my hair, so I at least look a little less messy than usual if I decide to have fun later. I don’t plan on sweating enough to need a re-shower, as I’m going to just spend today doing what I meant to do yesterday. It’s pretty sedentary work. 

While the iron heats up, I step out into the kitchen. I’m about to yell to Seb that I can make him some coffee if he wants it, but he’s already doing it himself. This feels so domestic, I love it. 

“Need any help?” I ask, startling him. I chuckle at his little jump. “Sorry.”

He shakes his head. “Just finished.” Stepping toward me, he hands me a mug. This is the same one I gave him last night… I peer towards the sink and it’s empty of the coffee spinner and couple of spoons I’d left in there.

“D-did you wash my dishes?”

“While you were showering,” he nods. “It’s the least I could do, since I’ve been loitering here all morning,” he says matter-of-factly. “And night.” He winks after that part. Bastard.

I finally take the coffee, feeling a little tickled that he thinks he owes me anything.

“You didn’t have to, Seb.” I take a sip. For fuck’s sake, I should’ve known that this dark and edgy boy would like his coffee dark and edgy too. “I like havin’ ya around,” I choke out while reaching for the fridge.

“Not a fan of black coffee?” 

“Not in the slightest,” I chuckle, pouring some fresh milk – thanks again, Marnie! – into the mug. I open the cabinet above me for sugar, which is on the top shelf, and brace myself for the embarrassment of having to climb for it in front of someone. I lift my knee, and—

“Stop.”

That sounded so harsh, for no reason. Super hot, holy shit, but like… still harsh.

I look over my shoulder, annoyance clear on my face. “No?” I keep my knee propped up, ready to rebel. 

Seb takes a step forward, closing the small gap that was between us. He looks away for just a moment to put his own mug down beside me, simultaneously tapping the lifted thigh with his other set of knuckles. 

He’s giving me that look again. Same stare that he gave me during his weird shenanigan earlier this morning, except this time without the smirk.

I slowly lower my leg, hypnotized by his gaze and very clearly not rebelling. I’m totally flustered. He’s standing behind me, my back pressed against him for the second time today. He leans over me with ease to grab what I was reaching for. 

He drops the lidded bowl into my hand and looks at me expectantly. He hasn’t moved. He ensures he isn’t going to move by caging me in, his hands clamping to the edge of the countertop.

“Thanks, ya freak,” I mumble, trying not to enjoy whatever the fuck this is.

He’s still not moving. Or talking to me, apparently. Ok, cool. Whatever. That’s fine. I’m fine.

I pour a few teaspoons of sugar into my cup and put the lid back on. He takes it from me and puts it back, this time moving some things around to get it on a more easily accessible shelf. Stirring my coffee, I glare at him. He beams, gives me a frickin’ headpat — what is it with him and Sam patting my head?! — and walks away with his mug back in his grasp.

I follow him into the other room, noting but ignoring that my straightener is likely more than hot enough by now. He sits at the table in my only chair, sort of giving me the advantage…

Even if my standing height is barely above his sitting.

Either way, It’s over Anakin. I have the high ground.

Sebastiakin?

No. Sebastian.

Don’t make this worse, (y/n).

“Ok we gotta talk about something,” I announce, putting my mug down with one hand and slapping the wooden surface with the other.

“What’s up?” 

“Two things, actually,” I elaborate. “One, why’d you stop me from climbing? I do it without you around all the time, I don’t need help!” 

“Don’t want to watch you hurt yourself.”

“Again, I do it all the —“

“Don’t want to take the chance of watching you hurt yourself,” he corrects himself.

Fair, but I won’t voice that I think so. I just narrow my stare at him instead.

“Whatever. Two, why do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?” Seb smirks this time, but tries to hide it behind the mug that he’s lifting to his lips.

“You know what!” I whine, frankly exasperated from experiencing so much sexual tension today. He chuckles.

“Pfft, fine.” He puts down his much and leans his elbows on the table. “You’re easy to tease, and you’re adorable when you’re flustered.” How is he saying this so casually? “It’s just fun to get sort of cheeky with you, is all. Like I said, if you want me to stop...” Seb rests his chin on a closed fist as he gestures vaguely with his other hand, and waits for my response. 

Basically admitting that I enjoy his flirtatiousness, I close my eyes to mutter under my breath, “No, it’s… it’s fine.”

He laughs and shrugs, " There’s my little weirdo.” 

Totally gonna ignore that the use of “my” in his sentence made my heart go nuts…

“Oh, okay. So I’m a weirdo because I think this shit’s kinda fun, too?” I defend dryly, rolling my eyes. “That’s peachy, coming from the guy who thinks turning me on is, like, peak entertainment or whatever.”

He furrows his eyebrows and grins wickedly. Maniacally, even. I gulp. 

“(Y/n),” he growls, sending a chill down my spine. He shakes his head at me, eyes visibly darkening like some sort of fucking hellspawn. “I thought I was just embarrassing you.”

“Well, yeah, what do you mea— ”

“You just said it turns you on, yeah?”

…Fuck?

I suck in through my teeth, cringing at my own words coming back to bite me.

I don’t answer, unsure of how to. Even this is turning me on, how am I supposed to feel cozy after admitting that he’s been rattling my ovaries around all fucking day? Suddenly feeling shy again, I lean on the table, head in hands. Without seeing him, I can hear his evil snorts.

I look at him from where I am after a hot second, palms supporting my temple, still unsure of what to say. Seb is still waiting for me to rebuttal. He’s gnawing at his lower lip, not in a sexy way, but rather like he’s trying to stop himself from saying something snarky.

“My hair iron is probably ready,” I mumble before escaping the situation. 

[thoughtfulfangirling]

2023 Reads

A new year means a new book list! I don't think I can top my 2022 count, but that's okay! I'm not totally sure what my reading goals this year will actually be, but I guess I'll sort it out on the way! XD For future reads, here's my 2024 list!

Four Treasures of the Sky - Jenny Tinghui Zhang

Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass - Frederick Douglass+

The Bear and the Nightengale - of the Winternight Trilogy by Katherine Arden

The Secrets We Keep - Mia Hayes

Indian Nations of Wisconsin: Histories of Endurance and Renewal - Patty Loew+

The First Sister - Linden A. Lewis^

The House of the Seven Gables - Nathaniel Hawthorne

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian - Sherman Alexie

Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury~

Fin Mac Cool - Morgan Llewlyn^

How Long 'til Black Future Month by N. K. Jemisin

Lavinia - Ursula K Le Guin^

Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austin*

Black Cowboys of the Old West: True, Sensational, and Littke-Known Stories form History - Tricia Martineau Wagner+

The Mysteries of Thorn Manor - Margaret Roberson%

Disfigured: On Fairy Tales, Disability, and Making Space - Amanda Leduc+

Her Majesty's Royal Coven - Juno Dawson^

She Who Became the Sun~ - Shelley Parker-Chan*

The Witch King - H.E. Edgmon^

Love in the Time of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Legends & Lattes - Travis Baldree*

Mistress of the Art of Death - Ariana Franklin^

The Adventures of Amina El-Serafi - S.A. Chakraborty

Humankind: A Hopeful History - Rutger Bregman+

The Folk Keeper - Frannie Billingsly*%

Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens - (Suzy) Eddie Izzard+

Juniper & Thorn - Ava Reid

Upright Women Wanted - Sarah Gailey%

I Await the Devil's Coming - Mary MacLane+

Slaughterhouse Five - Kurt Vonnegut~

Revolting Prostitutes: The Fight for Sex Workers' Rights - Molly Smith & Juno Mac+

The Woman in White - Wilke Collins^

King of Battle and Blood - Scarlett St. Clair

Sarah - J.T. LeRoy^

The City Beautiful - Aden Polydoros^

Freshwater - Akwaeke Emezi

Always the Almost - Edward Underhill

All Systems Red - Martha Wells%

The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller

Nevada - Imogen Binnie

A Dowry of Blood - S. T. Gibson

The Prince - Niccolo Machiavelli

The Second Rebel - Linden A Lewis

Get a Life Chloe Brown - Talia Hibbert

The Hero and the Crown* - Robin McKinley

What Happened to You?: Conversations on Trauma, Resilience, and Healing - Bruce D Perry & Oprah Winfrey+^

Can't Spell Treason Without Tea - Rebecca Thorne

The Eye of the Heron - Ursula K Leguin

Artificial Condition -Martha Wells%

The Kraken's Sacrifice - Katee Robert%

Crown Duel - Sherwood Smith*

Rogue Protocol - Martha Wells%

Remarkably Bright Creatures - Shelby Van Pelt

Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents: How to Heal from Distant, Rejecting, or Self Involved Parents - Lindsay C Gibson+

Wildcat: The Untold Story of Pearl Hart, the Wild West's Most Notorious Woman Bandit - John Boessenecker+

The History of Wales - History Nerds+%

Ander & Santi Were Here - Jonny Garza Villa

The Glass Castle - Jeanette Walls^

Rosemary and Rue - Seanan McGuire^

The Gilda Stories - Jewelle Gomez

Irish Fairy and Folk Tails - Various+

The Dead and the Dark - Courtney Gould

Haunted Wisconsin - Michael Norman and Beth Scott+

The Other Black Girl - Zakiya Dalila Harris

The Ruins - Scott Smith

He Who Drowned the World - Shelley Parker-Chan

Fledgling - Octavia Butler

Vampire Forensics: Uncovering the Origins of an Enduring Legend - Mark Collins Jenkins+

The Vampyre - John Polidori%

This is Halloween - James A Moore

Sorrowland - Rivers Soloman

The Lamb will Slaughter the Lion - Margaret Killjoy%

Mexican Gothic - Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Love Her or Lose Her - Tessa Bailey^

One Last Stop - Casey McQuiston*

The Last Hero - Linden A. Lewis

Lovelight Farms - B. K. Borison

Reindeer Falls Collection: Volume One - Jana Aston

Currently reading: One Last Stop (Audiobook to help me sleep XD)

Nonfiction is annotated by + A Re-read is annotated by * A book completed from the list below is annotated by ^ A Read with Empty will be annotated by ~ A Novella %

My current, loose and not that interesting goal for this year is to really work on the books I have current access to right now... at the start of this year. Because it's a lot XD This means books currently favorite in Scribd, on my StoryGraph 'to read' pile, or a book I currently own on my shelves. Main goal is at least one of these a month.

For my own personal reference, I'm putting a list of such books below to hold myself accountable.

Edit: Now the end of 2023, and here's a breakdown of my goal to read books I already had access to at the start of 2023:

I didn't read one a month per se, but I got more than 12 done, so I call this a win. These books are:

-Can't Spell Treason Without Tea - Rebecca Thorn -The City Beautiful - Aden Polydoros -Finn Mac Cool - Morgan Llewlyn -The First Sister by Linden A Lewis (proceeded by the other two in the series) -Get a Life, Chloe Brown - Talia Hibbert -The Glass Castle - Jeannette Walls -Haunted Wisconsin - Michael Norman & Beth Scott -Her Majesty's Royal Coven - Juno Dawson -I Await the Devil's Coming - Mary McClane -The Kraken's Sacrifice - Katee Robert -Lavinia - Ursula K Le Guin -Love Her or Lose Her - Tessa Bailey -Mistress of the Art of Death - Ariana Franklin -Nevada - Imogen Binnie -The Prince - Niccolo Machiavelli -Rosemary and Rue - Seanan McGuire -The Ruins - Scott Smith -The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller -Sarah - J.T. LeRoy -Vampire Forensics - Mark Collins Jenkins -What Happened to You? - Oprah Winfrey -The Witch King - H. E. Edgmon -The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins

The books I did not get around to reading from this list are as follows: Black Water Sister by Zen Cho; Blood Scion by Deborah Falaye (o); The Book of M by Peng Shepard (o); Charity and Sylvia by Rachel Hope Cleves (o); The Cruel Prince by Holly Black (a); The Echo Wife by Sarah Gailey (s); Fallen by Lauren Kate (o); Fanny Hill by John Cleland (o); Felix Ever After by Kacen Callender (s); The Glass Woman by Caroline Lea (s); The Great Hunger by Cecil Woodham-Smith (o); Helping Her Get Free by Susan Brewster (o); The Impossible Girl by Lydia Kang (s); Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold (o); The Merry Spinster by Daniel Lavery (o); On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong (o); The Poppy War by R. F. Kuang (s); Radiance by Grace Draven (a); Watching the Tree by Adeline Yen Mah (o); The Willows by Algernon Blackwood (s); Wings of Fire (o); Witches Steeped in Gold by Clannon Smart (o); The Wolf and the Woodsman by Ava Reid (s)

23/46 Whoa! That's exactly 50% of the books I had on my list! That's pretty cool! All in all, I consider this 2023 goal successfully done!

[blenderfullasarcasm]

TEN LINE TAG GAME

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

thanks for tagging me @marshmallowgoop !

in no particular order:

1. Conan knocked on the door of the Shumaker's house, staunchly ignoring the way that Hakuba-slash-KID’s gaze was boring into him like Conan was a top-of-the-line safe door and there was a 1412-karat jewel KID was trying to steal on the other side. [newest unposted chapter of too many questions in my head, in which Conan wakes up in 221B Baker Street with no idea how he got there.]

2. It’s really weird, seeing someone else wearing your face. [imposter syndrome, a timkon-slash-tim&kon bodyswap oneshot]

3. Jack Callahan doesn't know what he's expecting when he stumbles down the stairs of the rickety old townhouse the realtor has called "historic and charmingly rustic" and his husband had called "pretty run down and definitely a fixer-upper, but if you like it, Jack..." to answer the knocking at his door at two o'clock in the morning, but it certainly isn't Martha Kent, the veterinarian who lives on the outskirts of town and mostly keeps to herself, clutching a small bundle of cloth to her chest. [hematyke, a oneshot about Kryptonian biology featuring baby Clark and his dietary needs]

4. "This isn't going to work," Ran says plainly, setting a file filled with neatly stapled sheafs of paper on the table between them. [funny how the tables turn, a shinran oneshot I wrote for divorceweek. can i call it shinran if it's established relationship but they’re getting divorced?]

5. It was, in fact, an idea; Kaito would give him that much. [newest unpublished chapter of i see murder victims, in which Kaito can see ghosts now, unfortunately.]

6. Tim glanced from the now locked door to the cereal bar in front of him and then back again. [newest unpublished chapter of stuck on rewind, in which post titans tower Tim gets shrunk/deaged and now looks like hes five]

7. As much as Bruce hates to admit it, it's impossible to be prepared for everything. [superbat wip that may never see the light of day (pwp except now there's way more plot than i was expecting)]

8. You can't stop thinking about Superboy and how sad he'd looked. [newest unpublished chapter of can't help but to hear, in which a goon pranking the batmobile is the a-plot, robin going missing is the b-plot, and the c-plot will be revealed next chapter]

9. There is a boy in the Batcave, and Batman does not know how he got in. [untitled sequel to ‘til the end of the night (i’m holding out for a hero), the lonely place of dying rewrite where Tim is a ghost]

10. One thing that people don’t seem to understand about Jon is that he spent most of his formative years trapped in a volcano. [untitled oneshot trying to give some depth to Jon's characterization in Superman: Son of Kal-El]

tagging @summerbummin @yin1se4 @animikachu @beedok @kuroko99 @cherry-j4m @joisbishmyoga and anyone else who wants to do it!

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1075 - Initial Thoughts

And we're back for Among Us: Egghead edition

The crew are trapped within the labophase, but something is attacking in the shadows

With the marine fleet and a gorosei already creeping in, what more will Oda add to the powder keg?

Spoilers for the chapter, support the Official Release also

The cover page is Vegapunk getting an audience with the Gorosei, given Saturn's comments prior I guess this was their only meeting face-to-face

Picking up with Pythagoras' attack, Shaka tries to scan the area

Something though attacks the Den Den Mushi to wipe out the cameras

Luffy's sensing something amiss too, comms are down

We have a map, which means we'll be spending a lot of time in this place, fortunately it is a smaller map than Onigashima

Tower A Floor C has Nami, Edison and Brook

...and whatever jewels Nami claims despite Edison's protests

Nami got so carried away with the fact that they can make diamonds that she left her bag full of loot...that may come back at some point

Downstairs in floor 2, Robin, Chopper and Atlas investigate

Turns out that people can change their faces in Egghead, so we might be seeing some deception at play, we have already seen fake faces back with that CP agent who attacked Morgans

Robin ever macabre sees floating organs and suspects it's Vegapunk

Alas it's not, but now Chopper can gush about the fact that the island can grow organs

On the same floor, Luffy goes to Shaka asking why comms are down

He's not out of breath anymore which is reassuring

But having seen all the cameras be taken down one by one, it's clear there's someone or something in the lab

In the B tower's second floor, (the left tower), Sanji is simping over Stussy while Jinbe ignores it

They're in the weapons manufacturing floor, probably not the ideal place for them compared to Nami and Chopper's placement

In Tower C floor 3, Usopp, Franky, Lilith and York investigate

Lilith's big gun is a 'bubble gun' which is made to deflect attacks

The group find Pythagoras' downed body, which btw does exonerate Lilith from at least performing the act herself

Pythagoras is alive though, since he's just his mini-head

Before Pythagoras can explain what's going on, it becomes visibly apparent given how York is playing with S-Snake

Pretty sure this will probably confirm that S-Snake's powers work on people who find her cute, so people can simmer on that point

York gets stoned, which is concerning since they are acting against Vegapunk orders

Can't be certain but S-Snake may've also blown up York too, hard to tell if that's just her or rubble

But it means that the rest of the four fall down to the floor below

Usopp wasn't told about the hover function I see...

Franky wants to fight, but Lilith points out that the odds are not in their favour, since she (think this is more a 'I means all of Vegapunk' kinda situation) created the Seraphim to be the strongest humans

Back with Luffy, Shaka and Zoro, S-Hawk and S-Bear have shown up

Turns out they were attacking the CP0 agents

Given how Shaka's orders didn't work, Shaka believes that the stella body must've given an order, not sure how that works though since the authority hierarchy didn't go Gorosei -> Vegapunk -> Satellites -> Sentomaru -> Authority Chip, the whole authority stuff is kinda spinning me

That is perhaps by scanlations though, it could be that again Shaka may be referring to 'a Vegapunk' rather than the Stella

Shaka plainly noting that someone is out to get them makes it that now everyone's aware of the Among Us situation

Lucci and Kaku finally awaken to hear that the Seraphim are trying to kill them, so they pitch an unlikely alliance

Oden and Whitebeard had their disgusted faces and I guess that these are Luffy and Zoros XD

Well it looks like we're starting the free-for-all early now

Oda's been setting pieces up, so it's a surprise he turned the Seraphim early before Saturn's arrival (unless he has found a way to order them from within the Labophase in person) but this could lead into the villainous punk situation, turning the oversight of not being able to overwrite orders with the same authority.

At this point Pythagoras, Lilith and Shaka remain most sus in that scenario, however, we saw Lilith and Shaka try to order the Seraphim down, so that may be of influence there. I would suspect S-Shark is still lurking too, probably the one who took out the Den Den Mushi. But we have four Seraphim and five groups, Team Luffy, Team Stussy, Team Nami, Team Chopper, and Team Lilith, so there's a numbers problem still to handle.

Given Lilith's comment though, I am hoping that Franky (and Usopp) surprise her against the Seraphim, perhaps pulling off a win with their own inventive genius. As for the giant bag of jewels I would expect Caribou to perhaps try and swipe that maybe, and Atlas' mention of face-swapping does feel like it will come into play.

As for an alliance, I kinda don't see it, I wouldn't trust releasing Lucci at all in this situation, but the Seraphim targeting them does mean they have to be in motion, I wonder if maybe if it is Saturn doing the order that he's trying to erase evidence CP0's presence?

It's still set up, but we're looking like we're getting to the meat of it.

[tc-doherty]

Incorrect Quotes Meme

I was tagged by both @italiangothicwriteblr and @worldstogetlostin to do the incorrect quotes meme so I decided to do one for (almost) every story and just see how accurate they are.

Rules: use this quote generator & list as many quotes as you like using characters from your WIPs, then tag as many people as quotes you listed.

Celestials

Seneria: Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward. Gheist: I’m worried about you. 

Accuracy: 10/10

The Deadlands

Genevieve: Where are your parents? Margherita: What are parents? Genevieve: That’s just about the saddest thing I've ever heard. 

Accuracy: 8/10

The Desert of Claw and Fang

Safa: Do you even know what an amulet is? Rahim: Of course I do! I eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions! Safa: Rahim, those are omelettes. Rahim: Oh. Then I’ve got nothing. 

Accuracy: 7/10

Dragon's Daughter

Felisjyta: Do you take constructive criticism? Errys: No, only cash or credit. 

Accuracy: 8/10 (sad Patrice didn't get selected though)

The Gryphon of Sirray

Yom: When's the last time you slept? Enori: Uh... a few days ago, I think. Yom: A few- how many?! Enori: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers... Yom: What you need is sleep! 

Accuracy: 9/10

Hoofbeats

Kadife: N... No! Tirzha: A fair rebuttal. However, consider this counterpoint: Y... Yes??? 

Accuracy: 11/10

The Huntress of Anihwen

Tanwen: "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield." Siani: Opposite over hypotenuse. Siani: Dipshit. 

Accuracy: 6/10

Into the Witch's Wood

Robin: Shut up, you’re messing with my train of thought! Frost: I thought you didn’t have a brain and now you say you have thoughts? 

Accuracy: 7/10 (if it had pulled Ingrid instead of Frost, it would've been 10/10)

Laero

Nelli: Retta just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then they reached down and untied my shoe. 

Accuracy: 10/10

Magic Black As Knight

Bracken: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact. Swanahild: ...All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first. 

Accuracy: 9/10

but also because it pulled those two and I really wanted these idiots:

Iskandar: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium* Clovis: Iskandar, what did you think a tiger shark was?

Accuracy: 10/10

Miracles

Arwyn: I am a responsible adult! Guiscard: *raises brow* Arwyn: I am an adult.

Accuracy: 8/10

Northbound

Risaul: We have a problem. Kyraen: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them. 

Accuracy: 100/10

Second Chances

Mahesha: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this! Izare: Apparently, we're not. 

Accuracy: 6/10

The Swan Husband

Catkin, texting Celendine: I’m a theif. Celendine: Thief. Catkin: Theif. Celendine: I before E except after C. Catkin: Thceif. Celendine: NO.

Accuracy: 7.5/10

Temitope

Computer: Please enter a password. Temitope: *types in Sigrid* Computer: Your password is too weak. Temitope: How fucking DARE YOU-

Accuracy: 8/10

The Thief Queen

Zephyral: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere* Piper: Where did you get that? Zephyral: My pocket. Piper: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket? Zephyral: Skills. 

Accuracy: 10/10

Untitled 1

Dante: You’re jealous. Nyari: Jealous? Dante: That’s why you were being so negative about this. Nyari: That’s absurd. I’m always negative. 

Accuracy: 6/10

Untitled 2

Liu Tengfei: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken! Li Mujin: That’s not an award, it’s an angry letter from our boss. Liu Tengfei, hanging it on their wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award!

Accuracy: 7/10

Untitled 3

Tiarnach: Do you have a self-care routine? Anrikas: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents. 

Accuracy: 9/10

I'm tagging @emilyoracle @muddshadow @jess-p-edits @memento-morri-writes and @magefaery if you want to!

[montysworld]

Coldxman - Blasphemy from Mauro Chiarello on Vimeo.

Director - Ian Pons Jewell DOP - Mauro Chiarello Producers - Jon Adams & Sasha Bevka Prod Co: KAYFABE / Radioaktive Prod Design - Robin Brown Art Director - Evheniy Popovichenko Costume Designer - Ameena Kara Callender Choreographer - Charlie Mayhew Make Up - Marta Skalska Editor - Tobias Suhm VFX Supervisor - Dan Williams Colourist - Alex Gregory Sound Design - Tim Harrison @ Aumeta Song mastered - Dave Kutch Post-producer + Cast coordinator - Emmanuelle Le Chat

1st AD - Dennis Sonin 2nd AD - Vadim Yuzba PM - Julia Sotnikova PC - Daniel Linnik-Zhuravlev PAs - Vova Altsybeev, Anna Refel Chaperone - Andrew Birch Location manager - Dima Shevchenko Bullet Typeface - 10Foot

CAMERA 2nd cam DP - Ilya Maksymenko 1st AC/Focuspuller - Sergey Kolesnik Focuspuller cam B - Zhenya Bubley AC cam A - Vadim Dubas AC cam B - Vitaliy Topchiy Phantom OP - Dmytriy Grymalskiy Steadicam - Max Salo

GRIP Dolly - Artem Pilipchuk Dolly - Valeriy Legosha

CRANE Crane - Serhiy Subota

LIGHT CREW Gaffer - Leo Sidorenko

Key Grip - Oleg Egorov Chief Electric - Anrew Gorovoy Spark - Vova Akulov Spark - Serhiy Rudenko Spark - Vitaliy Schetinin Grip - Eugene Scherbak Grip - Dima Levchenko

PROFCOM TRUSS SYSTEMS Light Desk Operator - AAnton Medvedev

DIT/PLAYBACK DIT - Yan Wachowski Playback - Rupos Playback - Bear Playback - Eugene Ischenko

Playback - Lisa Tagintseva

ART DEPT Best Boy - Vitalii Shpakovich Prop master - Serhii Godlevskii

CASTING Casting Director - Nika Bondar

Casting assistant on set - Misha Voropay

WARDROBE Stylist - Kostya Goncharuk Assistant - Valeria Snesar Assistant - Julia Belous

MAKE UP Assistant - Maria Petrovskaya Assistant - Daria Gnatuikova

UNIT Helper - Tolik Oleshko Helper - Aleksey Vodopyanov Helper - Kirill Suzanovskiy Catering - Tetiana Okhrimenko

MISC Stills - Artem Nadyozhin @bornmentall

CAST CLOWN - Alexandr Gerasimchuk

POLITICIAN Veronika Boyarskaya Mikhail Bondarenko Larisa Chertkova Lucia Foloronso Boris Molodtsov Jean Ossoa Alla Priadko Alexei Romanov Vitaliy Shapovalov Valeriy Skripka Natasha Timoshenko Maxim Vakhovskiy Susanna Vyshneva Ihor Zorov Bakar Alwata Pavel Evchin Nicolay Bozhko Julia Farradjalah Phonsia Koba

AUDIENCE Tsoi Tania Pryhora Katya Demydenko Ostapenko Andrey Ostapenko Yura Ostapenko Dima Gasanov Elmir Chernyavka Vladimir Yadav Vishal Popenko Raisa Averina Nastya Otokhine Divine Onopa Sveta Misha Makarov @mishamihoan

Skisov Evheniy Garsia Joanna Dronchak Nantina @nantina__ Bello Akeem Bahtiar Ibragimov Syrovatka Tamara Dolapo Oso Maxim orobets Galena_Nina Muke Arno Amir Hanani Wale Adeyemo Keita Abraham Koval Vera Danyil Voronov Skargapolina @Skargapolina Zavertalyuk @Zavertalyuk Damien Paiatakov Aryna Kucheieva Vlada Malahova Dima Nalivayko Timofeieva Lidia Ngegba Thomas Chuikova Anna Bespechuk Max Brown Ester Natasha Boyko Shlyakovska Storozhuk Vasylenko Sanjaasuren Khmelnyckiy Hudabaeva Sveta Odushu Eysmont Karplyuk Monnie Ten Nastya Yulia Gomes Potopa Mukhina Novikova Kurtis Robaki Alma Gelmedova Kryvoruvhenko Devine Konchakovskiy Kushnerik

VFX - The Mill

Creative Director - Dan Williams

VFX Supervisor: Adam Droy

Executive Producer: Alex Fitzgerald

Producer: Dan Crozier Tarun Misra

Shoot Supervisor: Dan Williams

2D Lead Artist: Fergal Hendrick

3D Lead Artist: Dave Hempstead Umesh Namdev Ashwani Patel Gauri Razdan

2D Artist: Anand Daunde Abhishek Jain Jijo Joseph Putta Mahesh Mahesh Mane Sole Martin Matt McDougal Valeria Scalamandre Oscar Tornincasa Rafael Vormittag

3D Artist: Santosh Ambre Tony Atherton Dinesh B Ian Baxter Amit Das C Dinesh Reddy Pradeep Katta Fazal Khan Henry Medhurst @Henrymedhurstfxtd Sriram Namana Guru Prasad Showber Sadik Vudhata Sai Krishna Vinayak V Roman Vrbovsky

Production Coordinator: Jas Lewis-Humphrey Ankita Mitra

Colourist: Alex Gregory

Additional clean-up: Zdravko “Zee” Stoitchkov

Additional VFX - CGF

VFX SUPERVISOR Alexey Uskov

VFX PRODUCERS Ekaterina Averina Aleksandr Gorokhov

ART Sergey Manko Konstantin Radchikov

MODELS Ekaterina Glumova Nadezhda Kolganova

RIG Anton Pashkanis Anna Guskova

FUR Vadim Jiltsov

TEXTURES Nina Druzhkova

FX Evgeny Stefanov

ANIMATION Evgeny Mischenko Vlad Ladny

LIGHTING Aleksey Petrov

CAMERA TRACK Yaroslav Dyachenko

CLEAN UP Anton Yarovoy Sergey Likhachev Alexey Zhurin

COMPOSITING Victoria Demina Alexey Kulikov Dmitry Kirillyak Oksana Leferova Nikolai Kirienko

HEAD OF PRODUCTION Alena Kucherova

DI Stepan Neupokoev Alexander Zolotarev @AlexanderZolotarev

TITLE DESIGN Nico Chavez @ Done Thing

Song written, produced, mixed + performed by Coleman Hughes @coleman_hughes Executive Producer - Desh @iamdesh Legal - Gerard Anthony, Duane Hughes & Craig Cohen Accounting - JT Goldstein

[mearnsblog]

“Wreck-It Ralph” (2012)

And now, after several months' delay, we've reached probably the best non-musical Disney animated classic ever made. I mean, if you know me at all, then this shouldn't surprise you at all. I was a complete sucker for retro video games growing up and still remain that way to this day.

However, it'd be one thing to do "REFERENCES!: The Movie" and coast from there, and "Wreck-It Ralph" certainly indulges in that (shout-out to my Nos. 1a & 1b cameos, Q-Bert and the Konami Code), but it never forgets that it's its own story -- a story that is just expertly well-done. Although Ralph is the longtime villain of his own arcade game centered around the hero, Fix-It Felix, the movie audience is quickly drawn to him given the way the residents of Felix's building ruthlessly antagonize him without any concern at all, even when the "games" are over. They expect him to do his part and go sleep in the dump afterward while they celebrate inside, and then are flabbergasted when Ralph just doesn't show up to work one day because he wants to try to earn a "good guy" medal in another game. Part of the reason why Ralph works so well is that John C. Reilly is one of the best actors in the business and knows exactly how to earn sympathy with the right inflections while also showing frustration that lingers deep down.

Of course, Reilly doesn't have to do too much heavy lifting on his own. Sarah Silverman holds her own against him as Vanellope in a number of scenes and quickly establishes a compelling storyline of her own in the "Sugar Rush" world, where an old arcade villain has turned her from the star of the racing game (unbeknownst to her in a savvy twist) into a glitch that is never allowed to race. Ralph and Vanellope form a quick, effortlessly charming bond that establishes the heart of the whole movie.

"30 Rock" favorite Jack McBrayer (hi Kenneth!) and Jane Lynch are perfectly fine as Felix himself and a character from another game, Sgt. Calhoun, but there's an acceptable version of "Wreck-It Ralph" that exists where Felix is just part of the town and Calhoun isn't in it. I'd wager that this one is better since Felix has a nice realization about how he's been enabling Ralph's misery, but it's interesting to consider regardless.

Anyway, this movie is ingenious. The design is fantastic, Game Central Station and all its components are brilliant, the comedy is great, the occasional animated transitions to arcade and 8-bit lands are executed seamlessly, and who doesn't enjoy a story that reaches its thrilling conclusion with the help of Diet Coke and Mentos?

I love "Wreck-It Ralph." I can only put it above so many Disney musicals because that, to me, is what the ol’ House of Mouse is all about at its heart, but what a joy it is to have this jewel in the Disney archives.

Updated ranking

1. “Beauty and the Beast” (review) 2. “The Lion King” (review) 3. “The Little Mermaid” (review) 4. “Cinderella” (review) 5. “Mulan” (review) 6. “Tangled” (review) 7. “Wreck-It Ralph” 8. “Sleeping Beauty” (review) 9. “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs” (review) 10. “Aladdin” (review) 11. “The Emperor’s New Groove” (review) 12. “One Hundred and One Dalmatians” (review) 13. “The Jungle Book” (review) 14. “Lilo & Stitch” (review) 15. “The Great Mouse Detective” (review) 16. “The Hunchback of Notre Dame” (review) 17. “Fantasia” (review) 18. “The Rescuers Down Under” (review) 19. “Tarzan” (review) 20. “The Princess and the Frog” (review) 21. “The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh” (review) 22. “Alice in Wonderland” (review) 23. “Lady and the Tramp” (review) 24. “Pinocchio” (review) 25. “Robin Hood” (review) 26. “Oliver & Company” (review) 27. “Hercules” (review) 28. “Pocahontas” (review) 29. “The Rescuers” (review) 30. “The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad” (review) 31. “Bambi” (review) 32. “Peter Pan” (review) 33. “The Aristocats” (review) 34. “Fantasia 2000″ (review) 35. “Dumbo” (review) 36. “Bolt” (review) 37. “Meet the Robinsons” (review) 38. “Treasure Planet” (review) 39. “Chicken Little” (review) 40. “Fun and Fancy Free” (review) 41. “The Fox and the Hound” (review) 42. “The Sword in the Stone” (review) 43. “Atlantis: The Lost Empire” (review) 44. “The Three Caballeros” (review) 45. “Make Mine Music” (review) 46. “Brother Bear” (review) 47. “Winnie the Pooh” (review) 48. “Dinosaur” (review) 49. “The Black Cauldron” (review) 50. “Saludos Amigos” (review) 51. “Melody Time” (review) 52. “Home on the Range” (review)

[eitmonline]

EITM Playlist 11/1/22

UPSAHL - Into My Body | 6:10/5:10c

WWE - Fight Me | 6:28/5:28c

The 502s - Dance Til (Legs) | 6:33/5:33c

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Wolf | 7:02/6:02c

Quavo & Takeoff - Messy | 7:35/6:35c

Margo Price - Change Of Heart | 7:46/6:46c

Wunderhorse - Leader Of The Pack | 7:51/6:51c

The National ft. Bon Iver - Weird Goodbyes | 8:35/7:35c

Oliver Tree & Robin Schulz - Miss You | 9:04/8:04c

Theory Of A Deadman - Dinosaur | 9:30/8:30c

Taylor Swift - Anti-Hero | 9:40/8:40c

Cory Marks - Burn It Up | 9:45/8:45c

half•alive - Did I Make You Up? | 10:11/9:11c

Migos - T-Shirt | 10:34/9:34c

[sugarcain-sims]

robin’s first prom ends with crying in the bathroom because she got stood up. thanks, ethelwyn

[buttterknifeee]

Date with Destiny- Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: you guessed it bitches its the prom episode with everyone's fav guy Robin (S2 Ep6)

Pairings: Robin!Dick grayson x reader

Word count: 4218

A/N: hey yall I love writing for this series bfgkfhg so if you want my inbox is always open to request!!! love yallll~

Nights in Jump City are the worst time of the day; the sun is long gone and the wind constantly bites at your skin. But it depends on what you're doing to decide whether you like it or not. Sometimes it’s not as bad; that’s when you’re hanging out with your friends, maybe going to a carnival or out partying all night. Sometimes it’s worse, like you being forced to chase after some villain who decided to only operate AT NIGHT. Unfortunately, the latter is true for you tonight.

You slump over in the backseat of the T-Car while Cyborg and Raven sit attentively at the front.

“Why can’t I sit in the front?” you whine, staring at the two Titan’s heads.

“Because I’m the only one that knows how to drive this car and Raven needs to use her telekinesis so we dont die!” Cyborg yells, focusing on the target, who happens to be a guy with a spider for his head that stole a bunch of jewelry.

You groaned and poked your head out the window. Starfire and Beast Boy were up in the air, Robin close by on his motorbike, and you were all chasing the half-arachnid. You stretched out of the vehicle and made punching movements at the criminal, ocean water from the bay twisting over towards him, mimicking your movements. The jets of water just barely nicked him before crashing into the sides of buildings, the teenage spider continuing to scuttle across the city.

You turn your attention back towards the road as the spider guy created a webbed barrier in front of Cyborg’s car and Robin’s motorcycle. You and Cyborg gasp, but Raven calmly holds her hand up towards the road. It cracks, creating a ramp for the four of you to jump over the webs with.

After making the jump, the half spider looks at the car. He shoots webs at you, and its splats on the car windshield.

“I can’t see!” Cyborg yells, swerving the car over to the side. You lurch forward as you finally come to a stop, thankful that Cyborg had installed heavy duty seat belts.

“I don’t see why you can’t let me drive,” you mumbled, stumbling out of the car. You aimed your hands towards the car and a jet of water sprung out from a fire hydrant, cleaning the silk from the windshield.

“I already said it, I’m the only one who knows the inner workings of the T-car! Besides, you don’t even have your license.” Cyborg said, stepping out of the car calmer than before.

“I do too!- You know what, we’ll talk about this later. Right now we need to find the others.” You say, taking in your surroundings. Then out of nowhere, Beast Boy popped out from behind the car.

“Uh hey guys! Kinda got lost back there!” he grins, dusting off silk strands from his arms.

“I’m going after them!” you tell the other Titans, sprinting off into the direction Robin and Starfire went. You flick your wrist as you run and water from the fire hydrant trickles out and forms a wave that you could ride on, like an aquatic skateboard.

You catch up to the two as Starfire gets shot down by the spider teen’s webbing. You make eye contact as you pass her, unsure whether to help her free.

“Just go!” she yells, already beginning to rip the webs thanks to her brute strength. You nod and race forwards to catch up with Robin. You find his abandoned motorbike and look up to see him chasing after the villain using his grappling hook. I’m trying to help him, but I can barely catch up to him, you grumble as you will the water to shoot you into the air, almost like a hydro-cannon. You bounce from roof to roof, inching closer to the Boy Wonder and his pursuit with the villain.

You were right under Robin when the spider-guy shoots some type of laser at him. Suddenly, he freezes up, and begins to fall, knocking you down with him.

“C-can’t… move,” he grunts, on top of you in mid air.

“YEAH NO SHIT” you yell, still stuck under him. Ok ok, options… you think, time seems to slow down around you. I can’t make a geyser because that’d take too long. I like Robin but not enough to break his fall, hmm…

You notice the grappling hook in his belt. You yank it out and shoot it at the wall you just fell from, wrapping your other arm around Robin. Your arm feels like it was about to fall out of its socket as you abruptly stop, hanging in mid air with Robin safely in your grasp. Starfire catches up with you, having broken free from the webbed trap. She helps you down and brings you to where Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Raven stood.

“He is okay?” Starfire asks, holding Robin in place while you catch your breath.

“He will be. The venom’s effect is only temporary.” Cyborg says, examining the Boy Wonder, who was still frozen in a climbing position.

“Getting away...we have to...go after him!” Robin musters, but almost falls over doing so.

“You mean, we have to go after him,” Raven corrects him.

“Yeah, you gotta wait until that stuff wears off,” you say, knocking on his frozen arm to prove your point.

“But-” Robin begins, but Beast Boy cuts him off.

“Dude, we can handle it. The guy's got a spider for a head. Not like he's gonna be hard to find.” he said. Robin didn’t say anything, which was code for a reluctant agreement. Cyborg, Raven, and Beast Boy agreed that they would go after the spider thief, while you, Robin and Starfire return to the Tower to get Robin sorted out.

Later at the Tower, you watched in utter horror and amusement as Starfire shook Robin while holding his feet. He hung upside down, making random yelps of pain as she did… whatever she was doing.

“Um Starfire?” you say. “You know I have healing powers… I could just heal him if we need to.”

“Nonsense Aquagirl!” she chirped as Robin groaned. “There are few problems that Tamaranean acupressure will not solve. Don’t you feel better Robin?”

“Uhhh yeah, thanks.” he said, getting back up to standing position. “Now we can focus on our other issue.” He pulls out his T-communicator.

“Titans! Any luck on finding our jewel thief?”

“We found something worse,” you hear Raven’s voice from the communicator. A live cam of the scene pops up on the living room TV screen. They were at the bridge near Jump City’s Bay; hundreds of cars pass there per minute. You noticed something was near the bridge cables, and upon closer inspection, you realized that it was thousands of moths gnawing at the bridge support. As more cables broke, the bridge grew more and more unstable, cars beginning to slide around.

“Titans go!” you hear Cyborg say, and the three of them run towards the giant cloud of bugs. Unfortunately, they were no match and could barely put a dent in the population.

“Uh, we’re gonna need backup.” Cyborg says to the communicator. You were already out of your chair and adjusting your wrist gauntlets.

“We’re on our way,” Robin says, the three of you making your way to the door. But a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Don't bother. Even if you defeat a few of my children, you won't be able to stop me from releasing the entire swarm.” the villain you recognized as Killer Moth said, his face appearing on the screen. “Unless you want your city reduced to a moth-eaten wasteland, you'll do exactly as I say.”

“What do you want?’ Robin asked, brows furrowed.

“My demands are simple. The city will declare me ruler, the Teen Titans will surrender, and Robin…” he starts. You flinched at the mention of the Boy Wonder’s name. What could he want to do with Robin? To step down as a hero? Admit defeat? Reveal his identity???

“... will take this lovely young lady to her junior prom.”

Huh?

“Hi Robbie-Poo!” said a girl who appeared on the screen next to Killer Moth. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, was wearing pink pajamas, and although you had just met her, you could already tell that she was a bitch.

“Um… What was that last part again?” he asked, clearly not expecting that demand.

“Um Robin?” you ask. “Who’s this girl and why’d she call you… er, you know.”

“Her name is Kitten,” Killer Moth gloats. “And you will take her to prom.”

“This prom is the matter of a duel, yes?” Starfire asked, not very assimilated in American culture. “Robin eagerly accepts!”

“It’s not a duel, Star. It’s a date.” Robin patiently corrects her.

“Oh”

“Robin! You can’t do this!” you say, looking at him through his masked eyes. “Isn’t that right Starfire?”

“Oh yes!” she agrees. “You mustn't accept!”

“We’re gonna need a minute,” Robin sighs, pulling the two of you away from the center of the room. You stare at him, arms crossed.

“This is so stupid.” you begin. “What kind of villain makes a superhero go on a date with some girl? And what kind of parent names their child Kitten? There’s no way you’re actually going to go to a dance with some random chick!”

Robin doesn’t say anything about your comments, but opens his T-communicator again,

“Cyborg, report. How bad is it?” he asks.

“Bad! We can’t hold 'em much longer!” Cyborg yells through the communicator. “If you’re gonna do something, do it quickly!” You stared at the floor, knowing what he’s gonna have to say to Killer Moth’s demands.

“I have to do it.” he grimaces. You stayed silent as Starfire reacted.

“WHAT?!” she yells.

“It's the only way to save the bridge. The only way to give us enough time to stop Killer Moth.” Robin explains. Starfire looks at you and back at Robin.

“But you do not even have the feelings for her!” she protests, looking straight at you.

“I’m sorry, but I have to, as much as I don’t want to. And I really don’t want to.” Robin says, walking back towards the screen.

“So do we have a deal?” Killer Moth grins, as much as a person with mandibles can.

“I’ll take the girl to prom.” Robin says grimly.

“Don’t tell me. Ask her.” Killer Moth says, referring to the blonde girl still pasted on screen. Even though you couldn’t see Robin’s eyes, you could tell that he was rolling them.

“You’ve got to be-”

“Do it!” the villain yells. Robin sighs.

“Kitten, was it?” he asks.

“Meow,” she replied. You almost threw up when she said that. You could see Robin reacting in the same way.

“Right. Will you...go with me to the prom?” he said, his voice showing his utter disgust.

“Oh, Robbie-poo! I thought you'd never ask!”

I can’t do this you thought, as the screen finally blipped off. Robin calmly pulled out his T-communicator and projected it onto the screen. Raven picked up, Beast Boy and Cyborg crowded around her. You could see in the background that the moths were no longer gnawing at the bridge. He told them that he bought them some time, telling them to find out what he has planned. Then he shows them a picture of Kitten.

“Who is she?” Raven asked.

“She is a manipulative gremlock not worthy of Robin's time.” Starfire pouts.

“Yeah, she's a bitch too.” you add.

“She's got some kind of connection to Killer Moth. Find the connection, and I bet you'll find him.” He said, turning to you and Starfire. “Aquagirl and Starfire will join you to help with the search.” you rolled your eyes; Is he seriously going to do this alone?

“Hey, what about you? Aren’t you going to help us?” Beast Boy asked.

“I can’t. I have a date.”

.

You and Starfire were going to prepare for your mission when she shoved you into her room. You’ve forgotten how pink all her furniture is, from the curtains to her pillows. She whips out her T-communicator.

“Starfire what are you-” you begin, but she shushes you.

“Starfire to Raven,” she says into the communicator. “Please note that I will be the only person joining you, as Aquagirl will provide Robin backup on his date!”

“Um… okay.” Raven says, then hangs up.

“What??? I’m supposed to help you guys, remember?” you protest. “And I thought you had a crush on Robin??” The alien girl took you by your shoulders.

“Aquagirl, my feelings for Robin have long dissipated, but I am sure you still have the feelings for him!” she chirped. “Do not worry, four Titans are more than enough to defeat Killer Moth! You should go to the prom of non-duels!”

“B-but what do I even wear? Prom dresses were not on my shopping list.” you argue.

“Oh do not worry Aquagirl, you may borrow mine!” Starfire opened her closet to reveal a rack of sparkly dresses, all in different colors. You eyes glittered in awe.

“Ok, I’m in.”

You spent the next half an hour getting ready for the prom. You picked out a blue dress with black lace and black gloves that went out to your elbows. Your suit was camouflaged underneath, just in case you needed to ditch the dress.

“Oh you look wonderful!” Starfire cheered. You blushed, looking at yourself in the mirror.

She flew you over to the prom location, which was on a boat. Water, you thought. Perfect. You looked at Starfire.

“Thanks again for, uh, everything.” you said sheepishly. She smiled.

“It is the no problem!” she says. “I will see you afterwards!” And with that, she flew off into the night. You sighed, holding a corsage for Robin in your hand. You hear the sound of a motorbike. Robin appeared in view; he was still wearing his mask, but his usual outfit had been replaced by a tuxedo. He was still stoically frowning, probably due to not wanting to be here, but something about him just makes your heart skip a beat.

You walked over and tapped his shoulder. He flinched at your touch, but calmed down as he realized that it was you.

“Aquagirl?” he asked, eyeing you up and down.

“Um, just call me (y/n) for today, don’t want to raise eyebrows.” you winked. You pinned the flowers onto his lapel. “It’s my first prom, so I got you a corsage.” It’s true; this is your first prom. You were supposed to go to your junior prom this year, but of course, being a superhero kinda distracted you from that.

“Aqu- (y/n)...” he began. “You’re supposed to be helping the others track down Killer Moth.”

“Well, you said that our job was to investigate that b- uh, girl. And there’s no better way to do it than up close.” you grin. “Besides, Starfire insisted that I backed you up, you never know if you need saving, right?”

Just then, you heard a loud honk from a car. You turn to see a pink limousine pull out. Out stepped an even pinker girl, Kitten. Her headband, dress, corsage, and heels were all an obnoxious pink. She scoured the scene until she found Robin, fiercely waving at him.

“Yoo-hoo! Robbie-poo! Your Kitten has arrived! Me-ow!” she yells. You both physically cringe at her words. Robin leans over to you before he leaves.

“On second thought, maybe I will need the savings.”

You purse your lips as Robin leaves, reluctantly linking arms with the girl. You open your T-communicator.

“Cyborg,” you say. “Robin just entered the boat with Kitten. “How’s it looking on your side?”

“Poor guy,” he says sympathetically. “We just reached Kitten’s house. Going in now. Nice dress by the way.” You grin.

“Thanks man. I’ll be watching him just to see if he needs any help.”

“Got it. Cyborg out.” the screen blips to black and you close your communicator with a sigh. Time for prom.

You awkwardly shuffle onto the boat, making sure to stay a few meters behind the two. Luckily, no one noticed that you didn’t go to their school because they were so distracted by Kitten’s yelling.

“OH ROBIN!, YOU’RE SUCH A GENTLEMAN! NOT AT ALL LIKE MY WORTHLESS EX-BOYFRIEND FANG!!!” your fists clenched as she moved closer to the Boy Wonder, all over his arm. Why did we let her take Robin to the prom again? I’d rather see that bridge collapse than whatever this is.

You stationed yourself at the punch table, pouring yourself a drink. The two were talking at the table. You knew Robin didn’t want to be here in the beginning, but what if he changed his mind? What if, somehow, he falls in love with Kitten, and then you are never gonna have a chance with him?

“OF COURSE ROBIN I’D LOVE TO DANCE WITH YOU!!!” Kitten yelled, the two of them moving towards the dance floor. Your cheeks burned with anger, and maybe a little bit of jealousy. You clenched your fist again, and the sickly pink punch from the punch bowl shot into the air. The couple next to you who was about to get some punch slowly walked backwards away from you. But you didn’t care. You stomped away from the punch table.

You were leaning at one of the clothed tables as you glared at Robin and Kitten dancing away. You don’t even know why you felt so angry; maybe it was the fact that they’ve been dancing for 10 long minutes, or the fact that Kitten’s resting her head on his shoulder, or maybe the fact that you’ve never held Robin’s hand before and she is!

You notice him looking at his T-communicator while he was dancing, relieving you of the idea that he was actually enjoying the dance.

“Kiss me,” you hear Kitten say, and you froze.

“Sorry, I don’t like you that way,” he smirks. “As a matter of fact, I just don’t like you.” YES, you thought, smiling from the table.

“WHAT?!” the blonde girl shrieks.

“Killer Moth’s being taken down as we speak. We’re done here.” He pulls away, tucking his T-communicator into his pocket.

“No we are not!” she yells, ripping the corsage off of her dress. The petals fall away to reveal a cylinder, push-button controller. “Daddy’s not calling the shots tonight, I AM!!!”

“Daddy?” you and Robin said at the same time, in shock. So that's why Killer Moth made Robin go to the prom with her.

“And unless you want me to let those bugs out for a late-night snack, you better pucker up!” she makes kissy noises at Robin, her lips inching closer and closer. Robin put his finger out at them as if to shush her.

“Not even if you paid me,” he said, pushing her away and grabbing the controller out of her hand. They fight over it, and you wonder whether to jump in and help. Suddenly Kitten turns her focus away from Robin.

“Fang?” she smiled. You turned to see the jewel thief from before climbing onto the boat, spider head and all.

“That’s your ex boyfriend?” he asked, staring in shock.

“Get your hands off my girl!” he yells, knocking Robin down with his spider leg, Kitten snatching back the controller. Ok, time to act you thought, holding up your hand. A jet of water sprung up from under the boat and hit Fang, sending him flying backwards.

“And keep your legs off my guy!” you yelled, not even sure if you and Robin were on that level yet. “You alright Rob?” you ask as the Boy Wonder stands up.

“Best I’ve felt all day,” he smirked, ripping off his suit to reveal his costume underneath. You smiled; you two seemed to be on the same track in terms of disguise. You ripped your dress off and your costume uncamouflaged, revealing the familiar blue and black swim gear you always wear. You yank off your gloves to show your gauntlets underneath, the spikes swing up into place. You both look back at Kitten and Fang to find them making out; mandibles and all.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” you mumble, getting into a fighting position.

“You know…” Robin says, bring the couple’s attention back to you two. “You two make a really bad couple.” Fang charges at the two of you, shooting his webs and venom. One of the webs hit you, sending you to the floor. You used the spikes on your gauntlets to cut yourself free while the spider villain goes after Robin. You finally free yourself as Kitten watches the action.

“Isn’t it romantic? They’re fighting over me!” she swoons. Your cheeks burn hot with anger. Now that you're out of disguise, it's the perfect time to beat her up.

“You’re not worth anyone’s time to fight over!” you quipped loudly, causing Kitten to start screaming at you. She tackles you, and the two of you fall onto the table.

“What the-” you grunt, the air knocked out of you as you crash into the food. You roll over and pin her to the table. You try to reach for the controller, but Kitten smacks a cream pie in your face. She pins you down this time, but you extend your leg to her side and swing, sending her flying across the table. She lands flat on her back, stretched lengthwise across the table. You lunge at her, but she grabs you and dunks your head into the punch bowl. You almost burst out laughing; she was trying to drown you, and you could breathe underwater.

Your eyes glow blue from underneath the punch bowl as the beverage explodes in the girl’s hunched over face. She screams, and you push her into the chocolate cake. She lands on the floor, her pink dress now stained with chocolate frosting.

“YOU.. RUINED… MY… DRESS!!!” she screams, clicking the controller. You gasp in horror, she’s crazy. She runs at you again, screaming and you dodge her, using your water powers to shoot the controller out of her hand. The controller rolls away, right towards the bottom of Robin’s foot.

“Consider yourself dumped.” he said, breaking the controller.

“NOOOOOOO!!!” she shrilled. You rolled your eyes and punched her square in the nose, her falling to the ground.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” you grin at the Boy Wonder, who looked at you in awe.

.

The other Titans rejoined you as you watched Kitten, Killer Moth, and Fang get pulled into a police van.

“Nobody dumps Kitten! Nobody! You're going to pay for this, Robbie-poo! YOU'RE GOING TO PASAY!!” the blonde girl screamed while being pushed into one of the vans.

“So, no second date?” Cyborg jokes. Beast Boy was sitting over the edge of the boat holding one of Killer Moth’s moth larvae. According to them, the controller Kitten had allowed them to turn into moths, but when Robin broke it, they all turned back into harmless giant bugs.

“So what becomes of Killer Moth’s larvae population?” Starfire asks.

“You know...now that nobody's making 'em all mutate-y,.these things might actually make good pets.” Beast Boy said, poking at the larvae's belly.

“Don’t even think about it.” Raven says, staring in disgust.

You and Robin walk towards some of the students to apologize for ruining their nights when spotlights turn on, the bright lights moving across the floor. The two of you braced for impact. The announcer began to, well, announce.

“And now, the moment you've all been waiting for...the king and queen of this year's prom are...Robin and (y/n)!” Your eyes widened at the announcement.

“I’m back on duty so it’s Aquagirl now! Sorry!” you yelled awkwardly.

“Well um then Aquagirl-” Robin begins, but you stop him.

“I mean, you can call me (y/n), if that’s what you want,” you offered, slightly blushing. He blushed back.

“Oh! Ok, then (y/n) it is.”

“So how about that dance, Boy Wonder?”

“I guess one more dance wouldn’t kill me.”

.

Robin led you towards the middle of the dance floor. You put your arms around his neck and he put his arms around your waist. His hands were gentle, and was only lightly touching your back, as if he was ready to pull them back at any time.

But he was smiling; something he barely did all night. You both laughed as you awkwardly shuffled across the floor; it's like you had two right feet and he had two left feet so it canceled out. You pulled in a little closer, he hugged you a little tighter. You stared at his masked eyes, imagining them looking back at you.

Suddenly you heard a whistle and whipped your head to see the rest of the Titans nonchalantly watching you two dance. They grinned, waving hello. You rolled your eyes and whipped your hand at them. A small geyser jumped up and landed on the Titans, drenching them. You and Robin laughed, then resumed your dance.

Nights in Jump City are the worst time of day, but with Robin, it’s a whole lot better.

[thejusticewarrior]

The Book Club - Non-Fiction

The Non-Fiction Book Club TBR list:

100 Nasty Women of History by Hannah Jewell

101 Essays That Will Change The Way You Think by Brianna Wiest

13 Things Mentally Strong People Don't Do by Amy Morin

21 Lessons For The 21st Century by Yuval Noah Haran

A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle

Are Prisons Obsolete? by Angela Y. Davis

Atlantis: The Antediluvian World by Ignatius L. Donnelly

Becoming Supernatural by Dr. Joe Dispenza

Between The World And Me by Ta-Neisi Coates

Beyond The Pill by Jolene Brighten

Boundaries In Dating by Dr. Henry Cloud & Dr. John Townsend

Calm The F**k Down by Sarah Knight

Caste: The Origins Of Our Discontents by Isabel Wilkerson

Come As You Are by Emily Nagoski

Confessions Of A Political Hitman by Stephen Marks

Confessions Of A Sex Kitten by Eartha Kitt

Declutter Your Mind by S.J. Scott & Barrie Davenport

Decoded by Jay-Z

Devil In The Grove by Gilbert King

Fear by Thich Nhat Hanh

Feminists Don't Wear Pink And Other Lies by Scarlett Curtis

first, we make the beast beautiful by Sarah Wilson

Girl, was your face by Rachel Hollis

Heal Thyself For Health And Longevity by Queen Afua

Homo Deus: A Brief History Of Tomorrow by Yuval Noah Haran

Hormonal by Martie Haselton

Hormonal by Eleanor Morgan

How The Pill Changes Everything by Sarah E. Hill

How To Be Single And Happy by Jennifer L. Taitz

How To Love by Thich Nhat Hanh

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

Lies My Teacher Told Me by James W. Loewen

Man's Search For Meaning by Viktor E. Frankl

Maybe It's You by Lauren Handel Zander

Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus by John Gray

Milk And Honey by Rupi Kaur

Misjustice: How British Law Is Failing Women by Helena Kennedy

Moody: A 21st Century Hormone Guide by Amy Thomson

Natives: Race And Class In The Ruins Of Empire by Akala

Nile Valley Contributions To Civilization by Anthony T. Browder

Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi

Pleasure Activism by adrienne maree brown

Red Notice by Bill Browder

Sacred Woman by Queen Afua

Sapiens: A Brief History Of Humankind by Yuval Noah Haran

Stolen Legacy by George G. M. James

Sweetening The Pill by Holly Grigg-Spall

The 48 Laws Of Power by Robert Greene

The 5 Love Languages by Gary Chapman

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

The Art Of Happiness by The Dalai Llama

The Art Of Living by Thich Nhat Hanh

The Autobiography Of Malcolm X by Malcolm X

The Body Is Not An Apology by Sonya Renee Taylor

The Chimp Paradox by Prof. Steve Peters

The Four Agreements by Miguel Ruiz

The Gifts Of Imperfection by Brené Brown

The Little Book Of Hygge by Meik Wiking

The Many-Headed Hydra by Peter Linebaugh & Marcus Rediker

The Miracle Of Mindfulness by Thich Nhat Hanh

The New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander

The Power Of Now by Eckhart Tolle

The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir

The Silk Roads by Peter Frankopan

The Sixth Extinction by Elizabeth Kolbert

The Sun Does Shine by Anthony Ray Hinton

The Vagina Monologues by Eve Ensler

The Warmth Of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson

Thinking, Fast And Slow by Daniel Kahneman

This Is Going To Hurt by Adam Kay

Vilnius: City Of Strangers by Laimonas Briedis

When We Ruled by Robin Walker

White Tears/Brown Scars by Ruby Hamad

Why I'm No Longer Talking To White People About Race by Reni Eddo-Lodge

Womancode by Alisa Vitti

Women Who Love Too Much by Robin Norwood

Women Who Run With The Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estés

Women, Race And Class by Angela Y. Davis

A Massacre In Mexico by Anabel Hernandez

Putin's People by Catherine Belton

The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan

Hood Feminism by Mikki Kendall

Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson

The Immortal Life Of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot

The Good Immigrant by Nikesh Shukla et al.

When They Call You A Terrorist by Patrisse Khan-Cullon & Asha Bandele

It's Not About The Burqa by Mariam Khan

Afropean: Notes From Black Europe by Johny Pitts

Blueprint For Revolution by Srdja Popovic

Freedom Is A Constant Struggle by Angela Y. Davis

White Fragility by Robin Diangelo

The Health Gap by Michael Marmot

Fake Law: The Truth Abiut Justice In An Age Of Lies by The Secret Barrister

The Secret Barrister by The Secret Barrister

I Am Malala by Malala Yousafzai

No One Is Too Small To Make A Difference by Greta Thunberg

Our Final Warning: Six Degrees Of Climate Emergency by Mark Lynas

Underground by Haruki Murakami

The Jigsaw Man by Paul Britton

This Changes Everything: Capitalism vs. The Climate by Naomi Klein

Justice, Justice Thou Shalt Pursue by Ruth Bader Ginsburg

Bad Pharma by Ben Goldacre

Pharma by Gerald Posner

The Truth About The Drug Companies by Marcia Angell, M.D.

Selling Sickness by Ray Moynihan & Alan Cassels

Blood Feud by Kathleen Sharp

The Future We Choose by Christiana Gigueres & Tom Rivett Carnac

There Is No Planet B by Mike Berners-Lee

Invisible Women by Caroline Criado Perez

Society Must Be Defended by Michel Foucault

Discipline And Punish by Michel Foucault

Chernobyl Prayer by Svetlana Alexievich

We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Anne Frank: The Diary Of A Young Girl by Anne Frank

If They Come In The Morning by Angela Y. Davis

Tiny, Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed

The House of Government by Yuri Slezkine

The Body Keeps The Score by Bessel Van Der Kolk

Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents by Lindsay C. Gibson

Will I Ever Be Good Enough?: Healing The Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers by Karyl McBride

[bunathebunny]

Maribat promt, MariDamiJon where they new each other beaver the leave and the oder were kinda friends but they were rivals. So they met again when mari moves and goes to Gotham academy. And there like oh your alive cool beans.but inside there like "thank God yeah"because they was a tension(as much tension there can be with 10 year olds.)So now they are both aggressively trying to seduce jon who in the middle of this is trying to figure out who likes who and which one he likes (its both)

Yeah so, this is a bit long. It took me a long time to write this so sorry, anon.

Chapter 1/3

The moment the caped community hears about the new protégé that Wonder Woman took under her wing, everyone holds their breath. The moment Ladybug is introduced, tiny and too serious for her age, money exchanges hands.

And when she meets both Superboy and Robin, the whispers start.

Apparently, the League has some needs for new blood and everyone – and by everyone, she means heroes and villains alike – is calling them the Tiny Trinity.

“Maybe if you aren’t that lacking in height, they wouldn’t have called us that,” she drawls while Robin stalks the hallway of the Watchtower and Superboy is floating along while their mentors are busy with a meeting.

“Silence,” Robin hisses like a ruffled cat, “Everything was fine before you forcefully inserted yourself between us.”

Robin is around her age, right? He is only shorter than her so throwing hands with him is fine.

“You know what you should have done?” she huffs, chin titled up, arms crossed in front of her chest and planting herself against the door, “Go and cry to daddy Bat about how having a chaperone ruins your play dates with Superboy.”

“They aren’t play dates!” and “Who is the chaperone?!” overlap and Ladybug sighs.

-

Ladybug disappears one day. There is almost no trace, nothing to suggest that she ever exists. Nothing aside from the reports.

“She has personal matters to resolve,” is what Wonder Woman tells the League.

And as suddenly as she disappeared, she appears in Paris alongside with a boy in a cat suit. There are whispers of magical jewels and butterflies but no one can make head or tail of it.

And then, the whole caped community is banned from Paris.

-

Gotham is… soothing. Which is a word she never thought she would use to describe this city.

After everything with Hawk Moth, Gotham looks almost like a break. If a break comes with high chances of a) being held hostage at gun point, b) being cornered in an alley or c) kidnapped.

-

The first time she runs into one of Gotham’s vigilantes, Two Face has a gun and a coin and every visitor at Gotham Museum is being held hostage. The big bad boss is making acquaintance with the G.C.P.D and Marinette is busying huddling in a corner while the henchmen stand over their hostages.

“We have to do something,” Tikki hisses into her ear, tucked inside her hoodie and curls up into the back of her neck, “If this holds up any longer, you’d be late to your interview.”

“I doubt there is going to be an interview,” she whispers, keeping a wary eye on the trigger-happy henchmen, “Seeing as, you know, the people doing the interviewing are stuck in this mess too.”

There is supposed to be an exhibition next weekend at this very place and they are posting announcements and looking for volunteers. It is not like it is paid work but there would be a certificate of participation.

You know, just brownie points for college.

“Besides,” she starts, glancing toward Two Face as he starts his own monologue, “Ladybug has no business in this city.”

It is well-known that Gotham is under the Bats and Birds’ jurisdiction. No one in the caped community would stray inside its borders while wearing a mask.

It is a rule that has been kept and maintained for years.

“Let’s just sit tight and wait for rescue,” she says, leaning back against the wall.

And it should have ended there. Everything would have been fine and everyone would continue on their merry ways.

Except, Two Face turns to them with a manic grin.

“And as a little motivation for our friends,” the man leers toward the camera that one of his own henchmen set up a while ago, “One of these hostages will have the honor of being handpicked as the bargain chip.”

And just her luck because he is look at her.

Two henchmen haul her to her feet and she sighs, shagging in their hold as they drag her forward.

There is a black collar. One that she is familiar with from the olden days of listening in on League’s reports while Diana walked her through the mechanics of things.

“This thing here is an inhibitor collar,” Two Face grins, unlatching it with a click, “Of course, these babies are used on metahumans but I, for one, love the addition benefits.”

She has to fight to keep the frown off her face when the collar settles around her neck and clicks shut.

Two Face holds up a switch and there are two buttons and she really does not want to know what they are for. Fortunately, or not, Two Face continues, never mind about anyone’s comfort.

“Every five minute that my demands are not met, I am going to press one of these buttons,” he says, almost conversationally, “What happens is either a little bit of electric or a bomb and this little girl goes boom.”

“So you just go through a hostage every five minutes,” she piques up, glancing back at her fellow hostages, “How long do you think we would last you?”

There are around forty or fifty people gathered in the room, either huddling together or trying to melt into the wall.

“In the worst case, you would only have around four to five hours before you run out of hostages,” she explains, “After that, what will stop the G.C.P.D from storming the place?”

Two Face smirks, all white teeth and something like a threat in the curl of his lips.

“You are quite new here, aren’t you?” the gun settles under her chin, the metal cold against her skin, “Good old Gordon is a bleeding heart and he knows that I am not joking.”

She has to tamper down the urge to scowl when he leans closer with a leer.

“You better pray for good luck, little girl. Heads or tails; either you die or you don’t.”

With that merry words, the countdown starts.

And at the fourth minute since the countdown starts, there is suddenly a smoke bomb. Then, there is a whisper of bullet and a dart stabs into Two Face’s neck.

“You-“ the man sways on his feet, face murderous, the hand with the remote trembling.

She takes that chance and kicks, watching with relief as the remote flies out from his grip. The accompanying groan is just a bonus that she takes pleasure in hearing.

The comfort soon fades when she sways on her feet.

Oh… Smoke bomb… Probably something with paralyzing effects.

The ground rushes toward her and there is suddenly a black and blue blur at the edge of her vision.

-

It is kind of surprising that there is no little bird after her after the museum incident.

That is almost considerate of them, if she had not known better. Well, she does know better so the thought is dismissed with a shake of her head.

After all, the daddy Bat did teach his birds to only ever going in with concrete evidences.

“You did grow up, Marinette,” Tikki says, nestles in the little nest of clothes that she made for her, “They probably did not recognize you.”

-

The second time she runs into one of the birds, it is a coincidence. And the one she runs into does not really consider himself a bird anymore.

She is not looking for trouble. No, sire, no trouble-looking at all.

Except, trouble finds her when a band of thugs corner her in an alley.

“Come on, pretty girl,” one of the fuckers leers, slamming his fist into the wall by her head, “Just a little private time, you, me and the guys.”

She can feel Tikki’s touch through the fabric of the hoodie’s pocket.

“How about you let me through and we pretend this never happens?” she smiles, shoulders relaxing and placing her hands on the wall, “No harm, no foul, right?”

The thugs wilt and by then, she knows that they have seen it” the Red Hood insignia that is pinned into the hoodie, just directly above her heart.

“You aren’t one of his girls,” the one whose fist is still a little bit too close to her head for comfort, and apparently the one who does not possess any gray matter, speaks, “Your accent isn’t Crime Alley’s.”

Well, so maybe he does have a bit of a brain.

Luckily, she does not need to say anything because a gun goes off somewhere just above them. And then, one of the thugs hits the ground, whimpering as he cradles his shattered kneecap.

And Marinette slinks past the trembling thugs as Red Hood lands in the alley.

She kind of want to feel guilty but she cannot find it in her to care.

The fuckers had it coming. Whatever Red Hood does to them is just karma.

-

“You need to be more careful,” Tikki frets, floating in a circle as Marinette collapses on her bed, “It could have ended up worse, Marinette.”

“Yet it didn’t,” she murmurs, “Everything’s fine so let it go, Tikki.”

“Wha-!” Tikki sputters somewhere above her prone form, “Marinette, you can’t just rely on your luck forever!”

She reaches for a pillow and buries her face into it and let Tikki’s words floods over her.

“For the sake of everything good and holy! Marinette, take better care of yourself!”

She really is tired.

-

The first time is happenstance, twice is coincidence and thrice? Well, then there is no coincidence, is there?

After all, there is no such thing as an accident when masked men stormed into the café that she usually visits after work. Yeah, the one just on the edge of Crime Alley.

They have guns. There are other customers crouching under the tables and the staffs are hiding behind the counter.

“We are looking for a friend of ours,” the man who seems to be the leader says, hefting his gun and finger slipping dangerously close to the trigger, “Ms. Dupain-Cheng, would you mind coming out for a chat?’

Yeah no. And it is not like they know how she looks like, is it?

“Tick tock, Ms. Dupain-Cheng,” the man clicks his tongue, “Come out by yourself or I will have my men drag you out. And believe me, you will not like that.”

Ok, now that sounds threatening.

“Tikki,” she whispers, “What should I do?”

“I don’t know,” Tikki murmurs into her ear, hidden in the crook of her neck, out of anyone’s sight, “I really don’t know.”

Except, the choice is suddenly torn away from her grasps when the window shatters and a familiar blur of red, green and yellow rushes in.

Fuck, says her brain as she watches Robin disarms her would-be kidnappers and resolves the situation in less than five minutes.

The Boy Wonder turns to her direction the moment he finishes tying the last of her would-be assailants.

Well, out of the frying pan and into the fire then.

-

Gotham Academy falls into a hush when Damian Wayne shoulders his way through the crowded hallway. And Marinette is in the direction he is heading toward.

“Yeah so,” she grabs her books and slams her locker close, a bit too forceful but who cares anyway when Wayne – no, Robin – is heading her way with murder in his eyes, “I think I should go…”

Maps – sweet, dear and an absolute devil – bounces on the ball of her heels and clings onto her.

“Wait,” the girl squeals excitedly, “You two know each other?!”

Well…

“Come on, introduce us!” Maps whines, eyes already glimmering with whatever schemes she is cooking up, “He’s going to make a fine addition to our team!”

Marinette does not even have the time to get a word in before Wayne is looming over them. And by looming, she means the Boy fukcing Wonder is now taller than her.

This is so unacceptable! She is so going to riot if Jon is taller than her too!

“So this is where you disappeared to,” Wayne says in lieu of a greeting – as rude as ever, then. “I did not think you would have the guts to show your face in front of me, Dupain-Cheng.”

[xmanicpanicx]

Mammoth List of Feminist/Girl Power Books (200 + Books)

Lists of Real, Amazing Women Throughout History

Bad Girls Throughout History: 100 Remarkable Women Who Changed the World by Ann Shen

Good Night Stories for Rebel Girls by Elena Favilli & Francesca Cavallo

Good Night Stories for Rebel Girls 2 by Elena Favilli & Francesca Cavallo

Good Night Stories for Rebel Girls: 100 Immigrant Women Who Changed the World by Elena Favilli & Francesca Cavallo

Brazen: Rebel Ladies Who Rocked the World by Pénélope Bagieu, Montana Kane (Translator)

Rejected Princesses: Tales of History's Boldest Heroines, Hellions, and Heretics by Jason Porath

Tough Mothers: Amazing Stories of History’s Mightiest Matriarchs by Jason Porath

Women in Science: 50 Fearless Pioneers Who Changed the World by Rachel Ignotofsky

Bygone Badass Broads: 52 Forgotten Women Who Changed the World by Mackenzi Lee

Wonder Women: 25 Innovators, Inventors, and Trailblazers Who Changed History by Sam Maggs

The Little Book of Feminist Saints by Julia Pierpont

Rad Women Worldwide: Artists and Athletes, Pirates and Punks, and Other Revolutionaries Who Shaped History by Kate Schatz

Warrior Women: 3000 Years of Courage and Heroism by Robin Cross & Rosalind Miles

Women Who Dared: 52 Stories of Fearless Daredevils, Adventurers, and Rebels by Linda Skeers & Livi Gosling 

100 Nasty Women of History by Hannah Jewell

The Warrior Queens by Antonia Fraser

Sea Queens: Women Pirates Around the World by Jane Yolen

The Book of Gutsy Women: Favorite Stories of Courage and Resilience by Hillary Rodham Clinton & Chelsea Clinton 

Fight Like a Girl: 50 Feminists Who Changed the World by Laura Barcella

Samurai Women 1184–1877 by Stephen Turnbull

A Black Woman Did That by Malaika Adero

Tales from Behind the Window by Edanur Kuntman

Amazons, Abolitionists, and Activists: A Graphic History of Women's Fight for Their Rights by Mikki Kendall

Witches and Pagans: Women in European Folk Religion, 700-1100 by Max Dashu

Mad and Bad: Real Heroines of the Regency by Bea Koch

Modern HERstory: Stories of Women and Nonbinary People Rewriting History by Blair Imani

Individual and Group Portraits of Real, Amazing Women Throughout History

Alice Paul and the Fight for Women's Rights: From the Vote to the Equal Rights Amendment by Deborah Kops

Vanguard: How Black Women Broke Barriers, Won the Vote, and Insisted on Equality for All by Martha S. Jones

Ruth Bader Ginsburg: A Life by Jane Sherron De Hart

The Firebrand and the First Lady: Portrait of a Friendship: Pauli Murray, Eleanor Roosevelt, and the Struggle for Social Justice by Patricia Bell-Scott

I Am Malala: The Story of the Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban by Malala Yousafzai, Christina Lamb

Life Undercover: Coming of Age in the CIA by Amaryllis Fox

Native Country of the Heart: A Memoir by Cherríe L. Moraga

The Soul of a Woman by Isabel Allende

Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly

Ashley's War: The Untold Story of a Team of Women Soldiers on the Special Ops Battlefield by Gayle Tzemach Lemmon

Alice Diamond and the Forty Elephants: The Female Gang That Terrorised London by Brian McDonald

Women Against the Raj: The Rani of Jhansi Regiment by Joyce Chapman Lebra

Girls to the Front: The True Story of the Riot Grrrl Revolution by Sara Marcus

The Amazons: Lives and Legends of Warrior Women Across the Ancient World by Adrienne Mayor

Rise of the Rocket Girls: The Women Who Propelled Us, from Missiles to the Moon to Mars by Nathalia Holt

The Women of WWII (Non-Fiction)

Women Heroes of World War II: 26 Stories of Espionage, Sabotage, Resistance, and Rescue by Kathryn J. Atwood

Skyward: The Story of Female Pilots in WWII by Sally Deng

The Women with Silver Wings: The Inspiring True Story of the Women Airforce Service Pilots of World War II by Katherine Sharp Landdeck

The Unwomanly Face of War: An Oral History of Women in World War II by Svetlana Alexievich, Richard Pevear (Translation), Larissa Volokhonsky (Translation)

Les Parisiennes: How the Women of Paris Lived, Loved, and Died Under Nazi Occupation by Anne Sebba

To Serve My Country, to Serve My Race: The Story of the Only African-American Wacs Stationed Overseas During World War II by Brenda L. Moore

Standing Up Against Hate: How Black Women in the Army Helped Change the Course of WWII by Mary Cronk Farrell

Sisters and Spies: The True Story of WWII Special Agents Eileen and Jacqueline Nearne by Susan Ottaway

A Woman of No Importance: The Untold Story of the American Spy Who Helped Win World War II by Sonia Purnell

The White Mouse by Nancy Wake

Code Name Hélène by Ariel Lawhon

Code Girls: The Untold Story of the American Women Code Breakers Who Helped Win World War II by Liza Mundy

Tomorrow to be Brave: A Memoir of the Only Woman Ever to Serve in the French Foreign Legion by Susan Travers & Wendy Holden

Pure Grit: How WWII Nurses in the Pacific Survived Combat and Prison Camp by Mary Cronk Farrell

Sisterhood of Spies by Elizabeth P. McIntosh

Spy Princess: The Life of Noor Inayat Khan by Shrabani Basu

Women in the Holocaust by Dalia Ofer

The Light of Days: The Untold Story of Women Resistance Fighters in Hitler's Ghettos by Judy Batalion

Night Witches: The Untold Story of Soviet Women in Combat by Bruce Myles

The Soviet Night Witches: Brave Women Bomber Pilots of World War II by Pamela Jain Dell

A Thousand Sisters: The Heroic Airwomen of the Soviet Union in World War II by Elizabeth Wein

A Dance with Death: Soviet Airwomen in World War II by Anne Noggle

Avenging Angels: The Young Women of the Soviet Union's WWII Sniper Corps by Lyuba Vinogradova

The Women of WWII (Fiction)

Among the Red Stars by Gwen C. Katz

Night Witches by Kathryn Lasky

Night Witches by Mirren Hogan

Night Witch by S.J. McCormack

Flygirl by Sherri L. Smith

Daughters of the Night Sky by Aimie K. Runyan

The Lost Girls of Paris by Pam Jenoff

Code Name Verity series by Elizabeth Wein

Front Lines trilogy by Michael Grant

The Alice Network by Kate Quinn

All-Girl Teams (Fiction)

The Seafire trilogy by Natalie C. Parker

Elysium Girls by Kate Pentecost

The Good Luck Girls by Charlotte Nicole Davis

The Effigies trilogy by Sarah Raughley

Guardians of the Dawn series by S. Jae-Jones

Wolf-Light by Yaba Badoe

Undead Girl Gang by Lily Anderson

Burned and Buried by Nino Cipri

This Is What It Feels Like by Rebecca Barrow

The Wild Ones: A Broken Anthem for a Girl Nation by Nafiza Azad

We Rule the Night by Claire Eliza Bartlett

Tigers, Not Daughters by Samantha Mabry

The All-Girl Filling Station's Last Reunion by Fannie Flagg

Saving CeeCee Honeycutt by Beth Hoffman

Bad Girls Never Say Die by Jennifer Mathieu

The Secret Life of Prince Charming by Deb Caletti

Kamikaze Girls by Novala Takemoto, Akemi Wegmüller (Translator)

The Island of Sea Women by Lisa See

The Passion of Dolssa by Julie Berry

The Scapegracers by Hannah Abigail Clarke

Sisters in Sanity by Gayle Forman

The Scandalous Sisterhood of Prickwillow Place by Julie Berry

The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires by Grady Hendrix

The Lost Girls by Sonia Hartl

Hell's Belles series by Sarah MacLean

Jackdaws by Ken Follett

The Farmerettes by Gisela Tobien Sherman

A Sisterhood of Secret Ambitions by Sheena Boekweg

Feminist Retellings

Stepsister by Jennifer Donnelly

Poisoned by Jennifer Donnelly

Girls Made of Snow and Glass by Melissa Bashardoust

The Girl Who Fell Beneath The Sea by Axie Oh

Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins by Emma Donoghue

Doomed by Laura Pohl

The Seventh Bride by T. Kingfisher

The Boneless Mercies by April Genevieve Tucholke

Seven Endless Forests by April Genevieve Tucholke

The Queens of Innis Lear by Tessa Gratton

A Thousand Nights by E.K. Johnston

Kate Crackernuts by Katharine M. Briggs

Legendborn series by Tracy Deonn

One for All by Lillie Lainoff

Feminist Dystopian and Horror Fiction

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

The Grace Year by Kim Liggett

Sawkill Girls by Claire Legrand

Godshot by Chelsea Bieker

Women and Girls in Comedy 

Crying Laughing by Lance Rubin

Stand Up, Yumi Chung by Jessica Kim

This Will Be Funny Someday by Katie Henry

Unscripted by Nicole Kronzer

Pretty Funny for a Girl by Rebecca Elliot

Bossypants by Tina Fey

We Killed: The Rise of Women in American Comedy by Yael Kohen

The Girl in the Show: Three Generations of Comedy, Culture, and Feminism by Anna Fields

Trans Women

Redefining Realness: My Path to Womanhood, Identity, Love & So Much More by Janet Mock

Nemesis series by April Daniels

American Transgirl by Faith DaBrooke

Tranny: Confessions of Punk Rock's Most Infamous Anarchist Sellout by Laura Jane Grace

A Safe Girl to Love by Casey Plett

Gracefully Grayson by Ami Polonsky

Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars by Kai Cheng Thom

Becoming Nicole: The Transformation of an American Family by Amy Ellis Nutt

George by Alex Gino

The Witch Boy series by Molly Ostertag

Uncomfortable Labels: My Life as a Gay Autistic Trans Woman by Laura Kate Dale

She's Not There: A Life in Two Genders by Jennifer Finney Boylan

An Anthology of Fiction by Trans Women of Color by Ellyn Peña

Wandering Son by Takako Shimura

Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg

Feminist Poetry

Women Are Some Kind of Magic trilogy by Amanda Lovelace

Wild Embers: Poems of Rebellion, Fire and Beauty by Nikita Gill

Fierce Fairytales: Poems and Stories to Stir Your Soul by Nikita Gill

Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths and Monsters by Nikita Gill

The Girl and the Goddess by Nikita Gill

A Bound Woman Is a Dangerous Thing: The Incarceration of African American Women from Harriet Tubman to Sandra Bland by DaMaris B. Hill

Feminist Philosophy and Facts

The Creation of Patriarchy by Gerda Lerner

The Creation of Feminist Consciousness: From the Middle Ages to Eighteen-Seventy by Gerda Lerner

Misogyny: The World's Oldest Prejudice by Jack Holland

White Tears/Brown Scars: How White Feminism Betrays Women of Color by Ruby Hamad

We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Dear Ijeawele, or a Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Colonize This!: Young Women of Color on Today's Feminism by Bushra Rehman

Feminism is for Everybody: Passionate Politics by bell hooks

Here We Are: Feminism for the Real World by Kelly Jensen

The Equality Illusion by Kat Banyard

White Feminism: From the Suffragettes to Influencers and Who They Leave Behind by Koa Beck

Everyday Sexism by Laura Bates

I Have the Right To by Chessy Prout & Jenn Abelson

Feminism and Nationalism in the Third World by Kumari Jayawardena

The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir

How to Suppress Women's Writing by Joanna Russ

Invisible No More: Police Violence Against Black Women and Women of Color by Andrea Ritchie

Ain't I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism by bell hooks

Black Feminist Thought: Knowledge, Consciousness, and the Politics of Empowerment by Patricia Hill Collins

But Some of Us Are Brave: All the Women Are White, All the Blacks Are Men: Black Women's Studies by Akasha Gloria Hull, Patricia Bell-Scott, Barbara Smith Women, Race, and Class by Angela Y. Davis This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color by Cherríe L. Moraga, Gloria E. Anzaldúa

Half the Sky: Turning Oppression Into Opportunity for Women Worldwide by Nicholas D. Kristof & Sheryl WuDinn

Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches by Audre Lorde

Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay

Difficult Women by Roxane Gay

Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body by Roxane Gay

Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture by Roxane Gay

This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color by by Cherríe Moraga & Gloria Anzaldúa

Power Shift: The Longest Revolution by Sally Armstrong

Eloquent Rage: A Black Feminist Discovers Her Superpower by Brittney Cooper

Hood Feminism: Notes from the Women That a Movement Forgot by Mikki Kendall

Had It Coming: What's Fair in the Age of #MeToo? by Robyn Doolittle

She Said: Breaking the Sexual Harassment Story that Helped Ignite a Movement by Jody Kantor & Megan Twohey

#Notyourprincess: Voices of Native American Women by Lisa Charleyboy

Girl Rising: Changing the World One Girl at a Time by Tanya Lee Stone

Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers: Monstrosity, Patriarchy, and the Fear of Female Power by Sady Doyle

Sisterhood is Powerful: An Anthology of Writings from the Women's Liberation Movement by Robin Morgan (Editor)

Girls Make Media by Mary Celeste Kearney

Rock She Wrote: Women Write about Rock, Pop, and Rap by Evelyn McDonnell (Editor)

You Play the Girl: And Other Vexing Stories That Tell Women Who They Are by Carina Chocano

Things We Didn't Talk About When I Was a Girl: A Memoir by Jeannie Vanasco

The Portable Nineteenth-Century African American Women Writers by Henry Louis Gates Jr. (Editor), Hollis Robbins (Editor)

Shrill: Notes from a Loud Woman by Lindy West

A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

Believe Me: How Trusting Women Can Change the World by Jessica Valenti and Jaclyn Friedman Bread Out of Stone: Recollections, Sex, Recognitions, Race, Dreaming, Politics by Dionne Brand

Other General Girl Power/Feminist Awesomeness

The Edge of Anything by Nora Shalaway Carpenter

Kat and Meg Conquer the World by Anna Priemaza

Talk Before Sleep by Elizabeth Berg

The Female of the Species by Mandy McGinnis

Pulp by Robin Talley

Juliet Takes a Breath by Gabby Rivera

How to Save a Life by Sara Zarr

That Summer by Sarah Dessen

Someone Like You by Sarah Dessen

Honey, Baby, Sweetheart by Deb Caletti

The Girl With the Louding Voice by Abi Daré

Mrs. Everything by Jennifer Weiner

Beauty Queens by Libba Bray

Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden

American Girls by Alison Umminger

Don't Think Twice by Ruth Pennebaker

The Color Purple by Alice Walker

In Love & Trouble: Stories of Black Women by Alice Walker

You Can't Keep a Good Woman Down: Stories by Alice Walker

Wonder Woman: Warbringer by Leigh Bardugo

Sula by Toni Morrison

Rose Sees Red by Cecil Castellucci

A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik

Moxie by Jennifer Mathieu

Rules for Being a Girl by Candace Bushnell & Katie Cotugno

None of the Above by I.W. Gregorio

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Orlando by Virginia Woolf

Everything Must Go by Jenny Fran Davis

The House on Olive Street by Robyn Carr

Orange Is the New Black by Piper Kerman

Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde

Lady Luck's Map of Vegas by Barbara Samuel 

Fan the Fame by Anna Priemaza

Puddin' by Julie Murphy

A Heart in a Body in the World by Deb Caletti

Gravity Brings Me Down by Natale Ghent

Snow Flower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See

The Summer of Impossibilities by Rachael Allen

The Dead Girls of Hysteria Hall by Katie Alender

Don't Tell a Soul by Kirsten Miller

After the Ink Dries by Cassie Gustafson Girl, Unframed by Deb Caletti

We Are the Ashes, We Are the Fire by Joy McCullough 

Maybe He Just Likes You by Barbara Dee

Things a Bright Girl Can Do by Sally Nicholls

The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart

Uprising by Margaret Peterson Haddix

The Cure for Dreaming by Cat Winters

Dress Coded by Carrie Firestone

The Prettiest by Brigit Young

Don't Judge Me by Lisa Schroeder

The Roommate by Rosie Danan

Tomboy: A Graphic Memoir by Liz Prince

Surpassing the Love of Men: Romantic Friendship and Love Between Women from the Renaissance to the Present by Lillian Faderman

All the Single Ladies: Unmarried Women and the Rise of an Independent Nation by Rebecca Traister

Paper Girls comic series by Brian K. Vaughan

Heavy Vinyl comic series by Carly Usdin

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