#cheating is never good and the women he was with were... weird - I didn't like them at all

[baby-tini]

Can I request cheater! Bonten Mikey (angst) but then regretted/ try to win her back? Thank you in advance!

TW- Cheating, implied abuse You didn't know how stressful running a gang could be- much less the biggest criminal organization in the whole of Japan. So you thought it might be best too give Mikey some space, give him time too himself and let him relax. You fully trusted Mikey, he's never betrayed your trust, never lied to you and never gave you a reason too doubt him. He was sweet to you, buys you the prettiest things and treats you like a princess. But, when you got back to his office, after being out for a couple hours, you could hear the sounds of skin-slapping and the creak of his desk. You didn't have too open his office door too know what was happening and you didn't, you doubted you could handle seeing Mikey like that, especially with another person, you knew he wasn't... as attentive as usual but, it wasn't too weird for you. Mikey just needs some alone time, you didn't think it would be anything like.. this. You didn't know how fast you ran out of the building, your head was so foggy, everything felt.. fake.

You knew you couldn't stay, that was it. You loved Mikey, promised too stay- he made you promise him over and over again until your throat was raw as he stared at you blankly. But, you couldn't take knowing that he was so intimate with someone else, so... physically connected to someone that wasn't you. You truly believed with everything that Mikey would never do something like that- like this to you. But then again.. you truly didn't know anything about Mikey, he never opened up, never gave you any unnecessary or personal details from his childhood or his life in general. You packed everything you could fit in your bag as soon as you got to the penthouse you shared with Mikey- well, not really shared.. he payed for everything, it truly was a beautiful penthouse but you couldn't stay. How long and how many you wondered, did he ever fuck women in the bed you shared together? Did he ever caress your cheek with the same fingers that were.. inside someone else...? Ever kiss you after kissing someone else? Ever.. ever spread your legs open and make love to you after he was done with someone else? Did he ever think of someone else as he fucked into you and told you he loved you? You knew he kept a stash of cash in the closet in case of emergencies, he told you if anything ever happened it would be there, should you need it, knowing he couldn't be with you all the time. It felt like a good reason so you took it, took a good couple thousand dollars, at least enough too last while you figured everything out and got far away from him. You couldn't.. go back after this, this was just too much. You knew realistically this could never be fixed and there was no going back for the both of you, you just hoped that Mikey would leave you be after he found you gone, would accept the note you left in place of your presence. It had been a couple hours after you left when he came home, exhausted and yearning too relax with you. He didn't like that you never came back to his office, but that was probably for the best, considering the session he had with that woman took a lot longer then he thought, but it's no big deal, her pussy wasn't nearly as tight as yours anyway. He quickly became irritated when he kept calling your name, you know he hates repeating himself, you've had bruises before, physically showing you how much he hated repeating himself. But, he'd just have to teach you anothe rlesson, be a little firmer with you this time. He froze when he saw the room you shared together a mess, clothes thrown about and the closet door open, the room was a mess the bedsheets were tossed and the gun he kept hidden away behind the clothes in the closet were gone. He had immediately grabbed his phone, planning too have all of his executives out looking for you, assuming it was a kidnapping at first. Until he saw the note, the white paper crinkled and under messy, crinkled blankets. Assuming it was a ransom note, he snatcjed it, eyes looking for a sum of money, when he didn't find one, he read over the paper carefully, making sure he didn't miss a word.

"Mikey, I truly don't know how too start this note... something like this has never happened before- never thought it would happen to be honest with you. I never thought you would do something so... unforgiving, after all the moments we shared together. The way you'd hold me when I cried, the way you'd kiss my tears away. I never knew a man like you could be so gentle, but you were. You held me, treated me like fragile glass, sometimes I thought, that you thought I would break if you were too rough. The way you would hold me while you made love to me, made me promise too stay and I did, but.. I can't anymore after hearing you in your office with someone else. The thought of you being so intimate with someone breaks me.. it'll break me for a while. I don't think I could ever look into those beautiful onyx eyes that I love- use too love. Knowing you've looked into others eyes as you did mine. I can't bare the thought of you holding someone as they called out your name, kissed you as they yearned for your touch. I promised too stay... but this is the only promise I'll ever break to you. I love you, more then anything, I'll always love you even when I'm gone. I just wished you'd feel the same. Goodbye Manjiro Sano, hopefully forever." There were wet spots on the note, bleeding through the paper as he got to the end. Reaching up to his burning eyes, they were wet, vision clouding and becoming blurry as his wet lashes stuck together. The salty tears ran down his cheeks as his hand started too shake and his breathing became heavier. He was struggling too breathe, too understand the note, his head was foggy and blank.. but also over-whelming with different scenarios of you, he doesn't even recognize his own voice when it comes out hoarse and rugged. You're walking out of his life, and as you wanted, possibly forever. "I can't... that can't happen angel. You can't leave- can't leave me. You promised and I won't let you break that promise. You'll understand how much I love you when I get you back" He pulled his phone out, calling Sanzu too immediately track you down, you belonged with him- with home. You were- are everything to him, the only thing left that he holds close. He's selfish, he knows that, he knows why you left but he didn't actually think you would... his chest hurts, feels like it's caving in on itself. He needs you, more then he thought, he can't and he won't let you leave- let you just walk away from him like this. Over his dead body.

[leclercloml]

Enchanted to meet you | CL16

part 1 , part 2

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x singer!reader

Summary: cheating in never a option it's a choice, a choice that he made while she loved him with her whole heart but you know there's nothing that she do better than revenge.

Genre: SMAU

warnings: google translated french, grammar mistakes, incorrect time line to match the story line, A LOT of charles slandering (I'm sorry my love)

Author's note: important! this is not any kind hate towards alexandra she's a beautiful woman from inside and outside this is all fiction and if I see ANY hate toward her in comments you'll be blocked...and also this fic is slandering our it boy as well, so don't attack me for that because I love that guy sm, my username and profile should explain a lot, that's it hope you y'all like it 🫶🏻

fc: Gracie Abrams

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celebnews do you believe in fairytale? Well...no not anymore, the popular singer and songwriter Y/n L/n and formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc recently made their relationship public, they were also given the nickname called "the it couple" everything seemed perfect and fairytale and rainbows until few days ago Charles was spotted with a girl on his yatch which sources says is an arts student named Alexandra saint melux and the duo looked pretty comfortable around eachother, or more than comfortable meanwhile y/n was in new york for her work, thoughts on this?

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yourinstagram girls dinner ft. some stupid boys🥂 (they begged us to come)

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celebnews

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celebnews when at some point we all thought Charles Leclerc was regretting his decision or mistake, he infact was not, yesterday charles leclerc and probably his new girl alexandra saint mleux was seen leaving a fancy restaurant in Monaco, few fans said that the 'couple' seemed very happy and after that they both left to charles appartment in his custom pista, that's a very shameless behaviour. thoughts?

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ps: I finally did it! Thank you soooo much for waiting! And yes there will be part 4 AND once again this is no hate to charles or alexandra this is all just fiction so take it lightly, thank you 🫶🏻

[fuck-customers]

My current job is gearing up for employee review time and it dredged up a memory of a review from my previous job.

For context - I worked as a custodian for a high school and the reviews were given by the two leads of the maintenance department - the director and the assistant. The director was hated by 95% of the department because he was a dickhead, sexist, and all around piece of shit who didn't care about anyone but himself (bonus fun fact a few years later it was found out he was cheating on his wife 🐸🍵 to further illustrate what he was like). The assistant was nice and tried his best but he wasn't completely knowledgeable on maintenance stuff so feelings about him were mixed.

Which leads to the reviews. This round happened right after COVID hit so they couldn't be in person and had to be a Zoom call. So it was weird all around, but the kicker was that one section of the reviews didn't apply to custodians at all. It was a layout they'd gotten from the school and one section just didn't apply because there was nothing we could about it. So I didn't fill it out for my self review and told them that in the actual review. Of which they AGREED it was out of all of our hands and shouldn't apply, but still graded us on it. By that I mean they gave me a bad grade in that section. A section that didn't even apply to me and they gave me a bad grade. So overall it tanked my review.

To add further information on this - after the reviews there was a team project that needed the help of not only the high school custodians, but also custodians from one of the other schools. So naturally we all got to talking about reviews. Turns out, all the custodians except for one (who wasn't present since he was at another school) got bad reviews. The people who did the most for the district got shitty reviews. The only people who got good reviews was the one custodian (who none of us had ever met so we were sort of convinced the guy never existed) and the grounds guys who were around the director constantly. And none of the people who got good reviews were women either 🙄

Needless to say I ended up leaving a few months later.

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[v-era-18]

Red Licorice

Prologue: Dumb Blonde

“My friend (Y/n) loves scary movies,” Casey's voice was filled with adoration, “It's a bit weird but I love her anyway.”

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“Tell me something (Y/n)?” Casey was sitting crisscrossed on her bed, teen magazine in her lap as she watched her best friend section another part of her hair in two, “Why are you so against me dating Steve?”

The said girl looked up from her spot in front of the vanity, she was almost done with twisting the last section of her hair-four more to go and she'd be done. Today- Tuesday, the normal day the two girls would have their scheduled sleepovers, sometimes it would be spent gossiping-mostly instigated by Casey-painting nails, or simply talking about their future as the afro haired did her hair. She felt safe doing her hair at her best friends, it beat staying home alone while her aunt was out on the night shift at the hospital.

“I'm not against you dating him,” (Y/n) blew out, she thought back to how things were announced earlier this week, “I just didn't like how I had to lie to Stu about what really happened.” The girl hated lying-especially when someone she cared about asked her to do it. It felt dirty lying to Stu when he asked her if Casey cheated on him with the football player, of course she did as her best friend asked of her-still didn't make it right.

Casey stiffened on the bed, her face suddenly growing red from embarrassment, “I-I know…It was really big of me to ask that of you since you're considered a good friend of his,” The blonde laid back on the bed, her lips wobbling a bit, “I'm not going to justify my actions of what I did but-I needed something else-a distraction-”

“A distraction-?”

“That was a bad way to put it! The relationship wasn't for me (Y/n)! I couldn't see myself being with him forever-”

“You should've told him that-”

“It doesn't matter anymore,” Casey snapped, her eyes seemed to hold back tears that werent even for the failed relationship, “He’s off fucking Tatum. The exact bitch I told you that would flirt with him non stop. Not to mention the way he looks at y-”

The blonde stopped herself while she was ahead. No it wasn't right to tell her about the many times Stu had spoken to Casey about (Y/n) while they were alone. The couple had even discussed a threesome with their favorite best friend in mind while they were drunk one date night underneath the stars.

Casey was fine with it, until each time her best friend laid next to her in the bed-she was filled with something that shouldn’t have been there. Something frowned upon, so when the next time her ex boyfriend mentioned it she shut it down immediately. (Y/n) didn’t deserve her first time to be like that, she needed commitment. Something she knew most guys in her school wouldn’t go for.

(Y/n) cocked her head to the side sending a questioning gaze to the blond who had her head in the clouds. She knew that the twos’ relationship isn't perfect-hell no relationship is but she thought she knew better than to cheat on someone. Man or women, it wasn't right to sleep with someone else when you had a partner already. But she had never been in a relationship, so she couldn't judge or tell her what was right or wrong in this case. So instead she'd rather distract her best friend rather than scold her.

“Sooo,” The brown skinned girl smiled softly, changing the subject, “Wanna watch a scary movie downstairs? I brought popcorn!” One thing (Y/n) could always do to deescalate a situation among friends was to suggest a scary movie, most of the time Stu and Billy would immediately stop what they were doing and join her, already arguing with what to watch as others laugh.

Casey sits up in her bed sending a sad glance her way, “The amount of scary movies you watch is honestly concerning, they're gonna rot your brain one of these days.”

She laughed in response, finishing off the last strand, “Everyone knows horror is my favorite, the main reason why I'm gonna major in film! I'm gonna be the first black female horror film director.”

Her friend smiled in response, her eyes gleaming with adoration that was beyond platonic as her gaze moved a bit downward toward her cleavage peeking out from the silk overdress Casey bought her for her sixteenth birthday. It was a good choice and suited her very well, the red lace straps sat nicely against her shoulders and seemed to make her brown skin pop out a bit.

The fun part is, (Y/n) only has enough confidence to wear sleepwear like this around her friends. So only Casey , Sidney, and Tatum only had the honor of seeing such eye candy up close. It truly felt like a dirty privilege that any man would want to see-would possible even kill to see. And they had the honor of seeing it for free, Casey truly was so lucky.

“I know you'll be, just remember me when you get all famous,” The blonde got up and passed the girls headwrap and bonnet, “I want a seat in the very first row of your movie. You better hold me tight while I scream at all the gory scenes you'll come up with.”

“I'm surprised you don't want to be one of the actors,” (Y/n) giggled softly, she finished wrapping her hair and started to put the hair products away, “You would be perfect, you're so pretty and would make all the boys in the theater go crazy.”

Casey felt herself grow warm, “And what character would I be? The final girl?”

(Y/n) smiled ruefully, “No. You would be the dumb blonde that dies first.”

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Casey’s thoughts traveled back to that night, it only happened a few days ago yet she was so restless. It was so hard going on and pretending like these feelings for her friend do not exist. She had no one to talk to about it; Sidney would tell her to be honest and go for it ‘there's several problems with that plan’, Tatum would first laugh then tell her to move out of her parents house before they kick her out, and Randy is to awkward plus its obvious that they harbor the same feelings for the girl.

Hence why she needs another distraction tonight, the main reason Steve is coming over to ‘watch’ a movie. The main plan was to obviously have her brains fucked out of her so she would forget the way her best friend looked while bending over on the bed reading a zombie comic. The girl was completely unaware that her underwear was on full display in front of Casey, driving the girl up the wall. She had to refrain from touching her and instead laid down next to her and pretended to be interested in what she was reading.

She honestly felt like she was backed off into a corner, it was obvious her parents wouldnt approve if she liked women in a sexual manner, not to mention (Y/n)’s skin color. Casey wasn’t stupid. She knew the only reason the girl was allowed into their home was because of how truly brilliant her best friend was, it shocked her parents- so much so they allowed her to hang out more in the home more than Sideny and Tatum. They deemed her a good influence, she didn't want to ruin that image of her friend just because of her feelings.

Casey just needed to keep it all in until the graduate and get her own apartment then she would consider telling (Y/n) about her true feelings. But right now she shouldn't be thinking about that, she should be thinking about the boy that's going to be on her doorstep, hungry and ready to devour her. One thing she was thankful for was her looks, she could possibly get a lot of guys if she wanted to, if it wasn't that obvious with how quick Steve was to agree to a quickie in the locker room during third period. She was desperate then, it was honestly sad that she needed another man to truly satisfy the craving for her friend that sat next to her.

The blonde finished the touches on her makeup and outfit before heading downstairs.If she was going to fake her desire for the male she might as well look good doing it, Tatum’s philosophy unfortunately. Her boyfriend should've been here by now, leave it to him to keep a girl waiting and preoccupied with her thoughts.

‘If (Y/n) were here I would be very distracted,’ The girl could imagine it. The two of them on the couch eating popcorn before Casey decided to pull her into a long sweet kiss of affection. She didn’t need sex to explain her love. Simple acts of affection would be enough. If she were here right now the girl wouldn’t hold back anymore-.

A phone rang cutting off Beckers thoughts, it was late at night and assumed her boyfriend was calling to explain as to why he was leaving his house late. She would let it slide after all she was basically using him.

“Hello,” Casey answered the phone with a polite voice she could muster, she didn't want to be rude even if she was in a mood.

“Hello,” a voice answered back, it was smooth and a tad bit seductive. The girl would be lying if she wasn't taken a bit aback by it.

“Yes?”

“Who is this?” The man questioned.

“Hmm, who are you trying to reach?”

‘Never talk too long to strangers rule number one’ (Y/n)' s voice rang out. Even as the girl was listening to someone else the girl's voice was plaguing her.

“What number is this?” The man continued to question.

“Well what number are you trying to reach?” Becker asked, the man was starting to confuse her.

“I dont know.”

“Well I think you have the wrong number” Oh so he’s just wasting time.

“What-?”

“It happens all the time. You take it easy.” Casey hung up the phone before glancing at the clock, her boyfriend still isn't here yet-the telephone rang once more much to her agitation, “Ugh, hello?’

“ I'm sorry I guess I dialed the wrong number,”

“So why did you dial it again?”

“To apologize-”

“You're forgiven. Bye now.” Her voice was even, done with the conversation.

“Wait, wait! Don't hang up-,” The girl hung up the phone.

Casey stands in front of a sliding glass door observing her surroundings now that she had just ended the phone call with the mysterious stranger who keeps calling her house. Casey notices that it’s pitch black outside in her backyard.

“What?” Casey asks now seemingly becoming just slightly annoyed with this mysterious man continuously calling her house phone repeatedly trying to get her to engage into conversations and ask her questions about things she could care less about at the moment.

“I want to talk to you for a second.” The man tries to hold on to the conversation with the blonde haired girl who is trying to end the phone call as soon as she possibly can.

“Well, they’ve got nine hundred numbers for that. Seeya.” Casey exclaims as she hangs up the phone, grinning as she goes back to cooking the popcorn on her stove.

The night continues at the Becker residence, silence taking over as nothing but big oak trees surround the house, with no neighbors in sight.

The house phone then starts to ring once again, prompting Casey to pick it up, still expecting her boyfriend to call as she awaits his arrival at her house.

“Hello,” Casey says as she speaks into the house phone as she watches the popcorn sizzle in a pot on the stove as she covers it with a lid.

“Why don't you want to talk to me?”

“Who is this?” Casey asks unbeknownst to her that it is the same person that has called her more than twice already in the past 15 minutes.

“You tell me your name I'll tell you mine,” the mysterious man tries to make a deal with her, trying to engage the young blonde into telling him more about herself seeing as she wouldn’t the last two attempts he tried calling her house.

She wanted to laugh, “I don't think so,” Casey replied, simply shaking the popcorn on the stove. If the girl's best friend was here she would be shaking her body to the beat, the girl smiles slightly at the image she created.

“What's that noise?,” He asks, trying to make out the background noises he could hear during the phone call with Casey.

“Popcorn,” She answered shortly. Casey’s demeanor goes from slightly annoyed to irritated that she can’t seem to get ready for a date night with her boyfriend who has yet to arrive at her home without this stranger constantly calling her and distracting her from her tasks.

“You're making popcorn?” asks curiously from the other side of the line.

“Uh-huh,” Casey replied bored. The conversation was really strange and getting a bit too long, she wondered why she was still on the phone in the first place.

“I only eat popcorn at the movies,” He informed. The girl's mind went back to her best friend once more, her laying back in the movie seat, manspreading in excitement as another kill took place on the movie screen.

“I'm getting ready to watch a movie,” she says to him, walking over to the counter of the aisle sitting in the middle of the kitchen. Casey now leaning her body over the aisle as she starts an interesting conversation with him.

“Really? What?” The man seemed a bit too interested for her liking.

“Just some scary movie my friend suggested,” To (Y/n) and Randy it wasn't just some movie, it was one of the best scary movies storyline wise and had the two in an ever loving chokehold.

“Do you like scary movies?” The man purred.

“My friend (Y/n) loves scary movies,” Casey's voice was filled with adoration, “It's a bit weird but I love her anyway.”

“(Y/n)? Is that your friend?” The girl froze for a minute deciding whether or not to answer, it was a stranger and there could be several girls with that name so he couldn't possibly know which one she was talking about.

“Hello?”

“Yes. She is,” Casey whispered into the phone, “One of the best.”

“Oh,” He replied softly, “What's your favorite movie to watch with her?”

Casey moves away from the stove and takes a seat at the kitchen counter right in front of the glass door, “I don't know. There's so many,” She laughed softly.

“You have to have a favorite,” The man was insistent, “You seem very fond of her, I'm sure there's a movie you both enjoy the most.”

She thinks for a moment, from all the found memories of the two spending time with each other. Stu cut in sometimes during the memories making her stomach churn as she thought about one night the two wouldn't stop talking about Alien, she felt left out even though her friend tried to include her. So to warm her spirits she thought of the very first horror movie they watched alone together, (Y/n) snuggled up into her side and ate buttered popcorn like a delicacy.

“Uh..Halloween. You know, the one with the white mask who just sorta walks around and stalks the babysitters. What's yours?” She had given him too much information already and it was his turn.

“Guess.”

“Uh,....Nightmare on Elm Street.” (Y/n) would have probably guessed a lot better. She had a thing for slashers.

“Is that the one the guy had knives for his fingers?” The mysterious guy tries to pry more information out of the clueless girl.

“Yeah, Freddy Kruger,” Casey answered, starting to walk out of her kitchen and to a different area of the house, leaving her popcorn cooking and unattended on the stove as it still continues to pop fresh buttery kernels.

“Freddy-Thats right. I like that movie. It was scary,” The man seemed pleased that Casey was now participating in the conversation that he had been longing to have with her all evening.

“Yeah, the first one was, but the rest of them sucked though,” Casey laughed as she walked through the halls of the main level in the house, locking doors that would lead access to entry and as an exist to the estate, “(Y/n) said he had the potential to be the best slasher, but the directors ruined it.”

The man went silent for a long moment, making the blonde's nerves go on edge, “This (Y/n) girl, are you guys a thing?”

The girl's blood ran cold, “What?”

“I'm asking if she's your girlfriend, you keep bringing her into the conversation,” The man chuckled lightly, “I wont judge if-”

“No!” She denied quickly with a yell, “I-I mean, no, we're not together.”

“Ah, so you and her have boyfriends?”

Casey giggled nervously, “Why? Are you trying to ask one of us on a date?”

“Maybe. So do you guys have boyfriends?” the male uttered the question again.

“No.” Casey suddenly felt a bit flirtatious with the male, she knew her best friend would have been disappointed with her actions but this was the most fruitful distraction she has had in awhile, “And my friend would have to know you before she would even consider going on a date with you. Although, she might let you slide if you buy her dinner and watch a marathon of scary movies.”

He let out a deep chuckle, “I'll keep that in mind.” it was silent for another moment before he continued, “You never told me your name, but you told me your friends.”

Casey disregarded the last comment and twirled her hair, “Why do you want to know my name?”

“Because I want to know who I'm looking at,” The man replied simply.

Casey spun her body like lightning towards the glass door, her heart hammered in her chest as the words sunk in, “What did you say?”

“I want to know who I’m talking to,” He faked his sentence innocently.

“That's not what you said,” The girl snapped, heading towards the lights.

“What do you think I said?” he questioned.

Casey surveyed the backyard illuminated by the light. The tree's shadows seemed to move with the branches as she looked around for any sign of the seemingly intruder over the phone on her property. There's no one there. She turns the lights out as she hears the popcorn pop in the kitchen.

“I have to go now,” she gritted out in fear. She shouldn’t have been so stupid, out of all the scary movies she's watched with her best friend she knew better than to talk to strangers over the phone or simply alone.

“Wait-I thought we were going to go out?” He faked disappointment.

“Nah , I don't think so,” Casey on the fritz of an anxiety attack.

“Don't hang up on me,” He warned, there was an edge to his tone, he seemed to be losing his patience. “And don't you dare call (Y/n) either-!”

The girl was so scared she missed the last part of his sentence, “Gotta go.” She hung up the phone once again before running to the glass door and locking it. She starts to move to the stove before-the phone rings again as she's sliding the popcorn off the stove.

She answers with a hopeful prayer that it's her boyfriend calling with an explanation, “Yes?”

“ I told you not to hang up on me,” The strange man now seemed to calm as he said it to Casey for the fourth time, calling her tonight.

Now fear started to enter her body as she began to look around her housing, baffled as to why this man that she does not recognize on the other end of the line of the phone, would ask her such a question.

“What do you want?” Casey asks the man as she tries to piece together how this man could possibly state that when she doesn’t even know who she's on the phone to begin with.

“To talk,” the man simply states to her on the other end of the line.

“Dial someone else, okay,” she frantically states as she then hangs up abruptly on him, now showing clear signs of irritation and fear, as it pans over her face and body as she starts to move her left arm up and down, stating to the stranger now showing she is far from interested in what once seemed to be a platonic phone conversation with a random stranger to a now seemingly creepy stalker type of scenario.

Now walking back into the kitchen to finally attend to her popcorn, the phone rings once again. Casey, finally being fed up, decided to answer the phone and rip the creepy man a new one.

“Listen asshole-,” Casey tries to finish her rant, but before she could even get a few words out to voice her feelings the killer beat her to it.

“NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I’LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH. UNDERSTAND?” The man yells, fed up that the young Becker girl wouldn’t play into his shenanigans and games he was trying to engage her in.

Nothing was heard on either side of the phone as the man had finally gotten Casey’s full attention and now he would be able to set his plan into motion with her.

Not able to fully grasp the events of the conversation that just took place only seconds ago over the phone, Casey promptly asks the man, “Is this some sick joke?” To which he replied to her with, “More of a game,” in a playful yet serious manner.

Casey is now eyeing the outside of her house from the inside of her kitchen as she is still on the phone with the man, she then makes a beeline straight for her front door. Noticing that it’s unlocked, she then takes the opportunity to lock it at that very moment.

“I’m two seconds from calling the police.” Casey exclaimed to the man as panic started to settle in that someone is watching her ,and has possibly been watching her for who knows how long.

“They’d never make it in time.” The man sneers into the phone, causing Casey to push her face into the front door. Using the peephole, Casey tries to see if she can spot anyone on her front porch or yard, thinking that this could just be some sick prank that one of her friends or her boyfriend, who has still yet to show up to her house, could be playing on her. However, seeing that the front porch was empty and with no one in sight, set a newfound terror in Casey Becker’s stomach.

“What do you want?!” She uttered in complete fright, she couldn't see the man no matter how much she was trying to. He was stalking her , circling around her in the shadows of the trees that she couldn't see.

“To see what your insides look like,” The male smiled into the phone, it was a domino effect as he watched the girl's face go slack in terror, the face he’d been waiting all night to see. His smile is short lived as she hangs up once more throwing the phone onto the side table, it was okay, the plan is still being set in motion.

He leaned against the tree as he watched the girl look towards the front door, his partner was ringing it, obviously growing impatient from waiting for their two kills for tonight. They both were masterminds, this was another successful step forward into the biggest thing that they both wanted.

“Who's there?” She called out to the door, another chime rings out causing the girl to move towards the sound, she repeats her sentence louder this time. Not daring to open the door, she was smarter than that. When she realized there was going to be no answer she realized this was getting out of hand, she needed the police. Just as she grabbed the phone it rang once more.

Casey brought it up closer to her ear trembling, she didn't want to speak to the man any more, so she waited for him to speak again through the phone. And that he did.

“Your friend is a horror movie fanatic and you're calling ‘Who’s there?’,” the man let out a disappointed tsk, “Didn't she tell you that's practically a death wish?”

She did, but she wasn't going to tell him that, “Look, enough is enough. You had your fun, now you better leave me alone or else!” Casey, clutched against the wall trying to gain her bearings.

“Or else what?” It was a dare for her to speak the threat, she needed to phrase her words wisely. It's too bad she was making all kinds of bad decisions tonight.

“My boyfriend will be here any second and hell be pissed if I tell him-”

“I thought you didn't have a boyfriend? I thought you had a thing for girls?”

‘Oh shit,’ Casey thought in her head, “How did this guy know so much about me and my personal life? Is it really that noticeable that I have a thing for Y/N?!? I thought I hide my feelings very well in public so people wouldn’t suspect anything between us or assume the worst.”

Finally deciding to answer his question, Casey admits to the truth. “So what if I lied? I do have a boyfriend and he’ll be here any second and your ass better be gone,” she decides to try to match energy with this sicko on the other end of the phone.

“Sure…”The man states as he doesn’t believe any word Casey utters, as if her threat held no weight to its end.

“I swear it. And he’s big and plays football and will beat the shit out of you,” she states with venom dripping from her voice.

“I’m getting scared,” the man states to her, obviously not scared of her empty threats.

“And I’m really telling the truth this time so you better leave,” the girl states thinking that her saying that could scare this man off, but Casey should have known that this was only the beginning of the ending of her sad foreshadowed ending that she was warned about beforehand.

“And this boyfriend of yours, Steve, wouldn’t happen to know about the thoughts you have running in your head about that best friend of yours, (Y/n), would he?” the stalker asks with a small fake gasp, making Casey’s eyes go wide, causing her to turn her body around with horror striking her face.

“How do you know his name?” Becker uttered in shock.

“Go to the back door and turn on the porch light- again,” The instructions rolled off his tongue in waves, sending chills down her spine. She did as told, her steps unsteady like her breathing, moving from the front door-to the kitchen-and finally the glass doors. She found the lights and licked them on.

“OH GOD!” Caseys scream filled the house as she stood watching her boyfriend being tied and gagged to the chair in front of the glass doors. His eyes looked at her desperately asking for help, blood streaking down his face, he seemed to take a beating-but was alive nonetheless.

Her hand moved to the lock of the door, intuitively wanting to help, “I wouldn't do that if I were you,” The man scolded on the other end.

“Where are you?” She cried helplessly, all her spunk gone.

“Guess,” He teased.

Her eyes scanned the year-the trees, all around the porch the man was nowhere to be found. She gave up, “Please don't hurt him,” She was actually surprised she was begging for his life. She really didn't truly love him or anything, but no one deserves to die.

“That all depends on you,” His words had their weight.

“Why are you doing this?” Casey honestly wanted to know, she hadn't crossed anyone other than Stu and possibly Tatum, but they both weren’t capable of murder.

“I wanna play a game,”

“No-,”

“Then he dies. Right now.”

“No!” She begged

“Which is it?” He gritted on the phone. The male watched the girl stare back at the big jock through the door, the big dude was crying too-almost fooled him that he was crying for his girl rather than his own life.

“What kind of game?” She complied.

“Turn off the light,” He ordered.

She did as told, much to her boyfriend's dismay as he tried calling her name through the gag on his mouth. “Here's how we play. I ask a question. If you get it right, Steve lives.”

“Please don't do this,” She rips the lamp cord from its socket, darkening the room. If she couldn't see the killer then she didn't want him to see her.

“Come on, it'll be fun! I know (Y/n) would have loved it,”

Casey frowned and whimpered, “No, she wouldn't”

The male did his best to ignore the bitches comment, “It's an easy category, Movie Trivia.”

“Please,” She begged again.

“I'll even give you a warm up question,” The male replied nicely, “Name the killer in Halloween-”

“No,”

“Come on, It's you and (Y/n)’s favorite scary movie, remember? He had a white mask, he stalked the babysitters-”

“Micheal….Micheal Myers,” She whimpered.

“Yes!” Casey sighed, relieved the answer was correct, it was short lived. “Now for the real question.”

“No!” She was hysterical.

“But your doing so well-”

“Go away and leave us alone! That includes (Y/n)!”

“Then answer the question. Same category,” The girl was still a whimpering wet mess on the floor, “Name the killer in Friday the 13th.”

Becker jumped up in relief, “Jason! Jason! It's Jason!” There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone, the girl thought they were finally free-.

“I'm sorry. Thats the wrong answer,”

“It's Jason! I've watched the movie twenty goddamn times!” Casey was beyond angry at this point, all the times she watched the movie with Stu and (Y/n) were all for naught?

“It's the wrong answer, if you've watched it that many times you would know that Mrs. Vohes was the original killer Jason didn't appear until the sequel,” The male laughed behind the phone, “Lucky for you there's a bonus round-but for poor Steve-im afraid-hes out.”

The girl heard the noise before she saw the murder first hand, her boyfriend's muffled screams echoed outside, and she could practically hear the tearing of flesh through the screen door. The lights cut on giving her a good view of his dead corpse, she screamed out a choked sob as she reached for the lights again turning them off hoping the killer would just leave her alone.

“Now answer my next question,”

“Please leave me alone,”

“What door am I at?”

“What,” Casey couldn't think straight at this point, she was too terrified.

“There are two doors to your house. A front one and a back one. If You answer correctly-you get to live,”

It was a lie obviously.

The blonde looked in the varying directions, looking from the directions of the doors and strategizing how she could possibly escape outside and to the road without the intruder catching her. She felt useless, she was going to die in this house without saying goodbye.

“Don't make me,” Casey pleaded, “I cant-I wont.”

“Your Call,”

The girl only had a second to scramble over towards the table to grab a knife as the glass door broke with a lawn chair. Glass seemed to slow down as the intruder emerged, what shocked her the most was the black robe with a screaming white mask of a ghost. If she wasnt so terrified she would laugh and commence the costume, but the knife in the man's hands glimmered in the light, causing her blood to run cold.

Casey runs to the window slowly sliding it up as she hears the man make his way through the foyer, with hate she slips through the window, at the last second she fumbles the knife dropping it. Muttering a curse she decides to leave it as races to the corner of the house outside.

She was almost there to the yard, moving between the fence and the house, the only obstacle was the two curtainless glass windows she would have to pass without him noticing. She peeks into another window watching the killer open a closet searching for her, taking a chance she skips the second window and moves down to the third. Casey peeks her head up again, only to let out a blood curdling scream with the masked figure staring back at her. The masked man thrusts his fist through the glass grabbing her arm, only to be stopped with her throwing a punch to his face.

Casey took this chance to run further into the yard, rounding the corner seeing headlights in the distance. Her parents were home early, without second thought she tears off towards them, awaiting safety from the murder. Her hope didn't last long when the ghost masked killer appears, grabbing her, raising the gleaming metal high before striking it down once more.

She dropped to the ground, clutching her chest as red blooms staining her cream sweater, she chokes on her cries. The ghostface tries to strike down again only to be kicked away in response. Casey stagers over to the front porch, her parents staring at the ajar door.

“Maa,” It was choked out and gurgled, she was choking on her own blood as she watched her parents head inside. Casey stayed lying on the ground outside by her house as she would gasp for deep breaths, hoping they would help better the airflow of the injuries she received from the masked killer. As she laid there she could hear the heavy footsteps of the slasher near her.

Looking up had to be the worst mistake in her life because then Casey realized the harsh truth her best friend told her that same evening only a few hours early. As she laid there on the ground, the killer took the opportunity to stab her once again making it the final blow for her. It wasn't for naught she got to see her killers face, tears slide down as she realized her best friend would be left with the monster much to her dismay.

And with her dying breath, Casey Becker gasped out, “(Y/N) was right, the dumb blondes do always die first in horror movies.” and with that last breath from the girl, her chest stopped rising and she was finally dead.

Much to the satisfaction for the unknown killer, but to the rest of the town of Woodsboro, California, Casey Becker’s death wasn’t the first and it surely wouldn’t be the last for sure.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Writing Game 1.4: Campfire

Prompt: Campfire Pairing: Clark Kent/Steve Rogers

"I still think it's cheating." Steve grins, watching Clark roll his eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry that the 'Star-Spangled Man With a Plan' couldn't get the flint working."

"Wow, do people still know about that one? I kinda thought that one would die off. It's a bit of a mouthful."

"I was just a very good history student."

"Aren't you a reporter? Shouldn't you be more interested in current events?"

"You are current." Clark laughs. "But also, you've got to know where you've been to know where you're going, right?"

"Then I guess I must know that better than anyone." Steve clicks his teeth, shooting Clark a grin. His face must be funny, because Clark snorts in an effort to stifle his giggles.

It wasn't exactly a common thing for them, camping, but during a week spent in Smallville with the Kents, Steve took the opportunity when Clark mentioned it to get them some private time. Martha and Jonathan are wonderful, but their guest room is just not conducive for two large muscular men in the same bed.

"I really liked getting to see your home. It's fascinating to me... were you ever really that small?"

Clark laughs again. "Yeah. I was quite the shrimpy kid, you know. It was one of the things I liked - Pa was a late bloomer too, and it made me feel connected to him when they told me when I was adopted."

Steve nods. "They're lucky to have you. And you with them. I think my mom woulda liked them. And you."

Clark lies back on the soft grass, looking up through the trees to the night sky. "You're doing okay, right?"

"Hmm?" Steve asks, glancing back at him. "Okay about what?"

"That joke Pa made this morning. About you being older than him."

It was harmless, Steve thought. In his own way, Jonathan was trying to put Steve at ease about it. It was a weird situation, even he would admit. How would he feel if his and Clark's son was marrying a guy who looked his age but was older than him? And then the idle thought hits him in full force that he just imagined him and Clark having a kid in the future. Starting a family. But he didn't let his wild thoughts run away with his mouth. "I didn't mind, honestly. I like that he's... okay enough to joke, I guess?"

Steve flops back onto the grass and rolls onto his side, looking right at Clark. "I love you."

"Aww. I love you too."

The reply is always so easy for Clark. It still makes Steve jumpy, the idea of being so open and free with his love - even when he knew his attraction to more than just women, he knew only that kind was "acceptable" in polite society. The first time he kissed Clark in public, he had a reaction that was somehow like the euphoric feeling of cresting the top of a roller coaster and having a panic attack all at once.

Clark scoots closer, and Steve opens his arms to cuddle him close.

"Thanks for doing this. I know maybe a whole week with my parents might be overwhelming-"

"It's really not. Martha and Jon are... they're amazing people. And you have such a close relationship with them - what, am I gonna make you choose, them or me?" Steve scoffs. "I think, even under normal circumstances, your parents are probably the best ever."

Clark beams at him, and graces him with a long, slow, passionate kiss. "All the same, we'll head home after tomorrow. I wanna do things with you that I really don't wanna be in my parents' house for."

Steve blushes, and Clark kisses him again. "I mean... technically we're not in your parents' house right now."

It's so hard to fluster Clark, and Steve cherishes the chances he gets to. Clark goes bright red, and then rolls off of Steve, laughing. "Okay, someday I'll tell you about when I came out to my parents. Let's just say I'm never trying to have sex on their land again."

"Oh, come on, you have to tell me now!"

"Fine. We were fooling around. Me and this boy from school. A good friend, Billy Crescent. My first boyfriend, after Lana and I broke up. And he, well... let's just say I caused a sonic boom and knocked down a whole buncha trees."

Steve starts to snicker, and bursts into full on guffaws. Clark pouts just a moment before he starts to laugh too.

"Alright, alright. We'll make sure not to cause another environmental incident until we get home." Steve teases, silencing Clark's retort with another long kiss.

They speak and kiss well into the night, and long after their campfire dies down, they cuddle in each other's arms, fast asleep.

[annaphoenix1994]

Masterlist

You overhear a gaggle of girls talk about Ghost like one of their trophies. Keeping this to yourself, Ghost couldn't help but read you like an open book, taking his loyalty to you to the ultimate level: marking you as his.

Possession

Thank you for the request, @dragonstoneprincess! I hope you enjoy! I'm so sorry it took me this long to post!

You and Ghost had kept your relationship as private as possible during your deployment. Having been together roughly six months, you never had to ask for reassurance when it came to how he felt about you.

However, before you came along, Ghost didn't have an issue when it came to sex. When he was younger and "still new to the game" as a climbing recruit, he had women by the bushel - the mystery of the man behind the mask being more arousing than he thought when it came to women.

As for you, that changed completely. You were the person he wanted to have a life with outside of the military...when that day came, anyway. (Your team was promised a safe leave by the end of the week...two weeks ago.).

It felt as if it would never end.

You never questioned his loyalty to you nor did you ever question his past, leaving his constant answer of "it's in the past, let's worry about now" to conclude your questions.

That was, until you heard two other females talking about Ghost as if they got a piece of him recently.

This boiled your blood, igniting a flame of jealousy so hot within you that you wanted to gouge their eyes out for looking at him as well as his for cheating on you.

Unbeknownst to you, they were just gossiping about the men they'd been with years ago, hoping to have a second chance with "The Ghost."

"Even though he was drunk, was it still good? I've been trying to get him to have me pinned up against his cot since I landed!"

"Girl, when I tell you I couldn't shut up if I tried, I mean it!"

"Wasn't it weird though? With the mask?"

"Not at all. I thought it was quite hot, actually. Although he never let me touch him and he never took his clothes off. All I remember is that tattooed forearm. And those veins."

"Jesus, I wish he'd rail me already. I've been shooting glances at him, but he always looks away. He probably doesn't see me as his type."

"Look at me, he didn't care to have me up against a wall. I'd let him again if he lets me get close enough."

"I think he's changed. He's always so isolated."

"Maybe it's because he's building up all that anger..." She winked.

The other girl sighed, "Fuck."

I can't take this anymore, you thought, adjusting yourself before exiting the bathroom, tucking your shirt into your pants as you forced the thoughts from your head, unaware that Ghost had heard the conversation through the thin walls of the bathroom - the men's lounge being on the opposite side. He knew you had stepped away to take a moment to freshen up before the pair of you went off on guard duty with Soap and Gaz in tow.

The barracks were nearly a ghost town, leaving only you, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and the two women who had been swooning over him left. Your heart thudded as you watched him turn the corner to walk to his room, nodding his head towards your room as the two girls were walking in a pair behind you as they were on the same route. "Hi, Ghost." One smiled.

He didn't reply, only huffed before he grasped your wrist, tugging you along behind him as he made it a point to show who really had his interest and would continue to do so.

He shut the door of your room, frowning behind his mask at the hurt gleam in your eyes. He knew what was going through your mind. “How long have you been doing this?” You asked him, mentally prepared for his answer.

“Doing what?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t hear what those girls were saying. You slept with one of them, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, years ago,” he scoffed. “Not recently.”

“Mhm.”

“What happened to you trusting me? I haven’t given you a reason not to.”

“I know you haven’t, but I can’t just forget about something like that - how you’ve made some other girl feel the same way you make me-”

“Let me stop you right there. You’ve seen my face, she hasn’t. You’ve slept in my bed, she hasn’t. You’ve been to my house, she hasn’t. What me and her had was no strings attached, you aren’t.”

You blushed.

“Really?”

He sighed, taking a step closer to you, “You think I’m just blowing smoke up your arse?”

“…No.”

“Do I have to prove it? Prove that I’ll make it fully known that only one girl here has my interest?”

“I mean…you can prove it all you want.”

His eyes were dark when he reached for you, his fingers curling around your belt and pulling your waist into him before he trapped your body between the wall and his torso. You found yourself giggling at his playful dominance, your hands finding their way to the bottom of his balaclava, rolling it up to rest above his nose as his head dove in towards yours, caging your lips within his own.

“I know those girls are listening,” he whispered against your lips. “How about we give them something to listen to?”

“You’re so demented.” You scoffed.

“Possessive, love,” he grunted. “I don’t share what’s mine, but I don’t give a fuck to make it known what’s mine either.”

You smirked, playfully biting your bottom lip while he trailed his along your neck, his hands finding yours to pin them above your head and against the wall. You fought to release a moan, knowing you two were in deep water when it came to having sex in your room due to the thin walls, but Ghost - Simon - would always encourage you regardless. You couldn’t help but cover your mouth when his hand cupped you. “Don’t hold back, love. Let me hear you.”

“But what if-”

“They know better than to come around wondering who’s making you feel good,” he groaned. “Let me hear you.”

You sighed heavily, letting him continue his assault on your neck, feeling a slight nip every now and then. Your fingernails dug crescents into his baring shoulder, wincing with pleasure before his hand clamped suddenly over your mouth at the sound of a slight knock on your door. “Shh.”

Ghost covered his mouth with his balaclava and adjusted his erection to where it was less obvious before he opened the door, his frame leaning against the doorframe as his right arm was extended towards you - his palm still covering your mouth. “Oh, h-hey Ghost. Have you seen Frog?” Your best friend asked. She knew well of the relationship between Ghost and you, never prying or doubting him for the rumors that swirled about him and his skills.

The nickname was always so funny to you - having gotten it by always being hyper and “hopping around.”

“No. Said she went out on patrol.” Ghost huffed in reply.

“Oh, okay. She usually asks me to go with her, but I guess she wanted to go alone.” She breathed a sigh.

“Didn’t ask me to either.” Ghost shrugged.

“Well, I’ll check back later.”

“Roger.”

Not once did your best friend question why he was in your room. Mainly because Ghost took a liking to taking naps occasionally when you were gone as you had the newest room with the best air conditioner. Ghost liked it. You, not so much.

“Simon! It feels like a morgue in here!”

"We're going to get caught, Sim-" You pleaded as he locked the door before returning to you, his mouth returning to yours to cut you off.

"Shh," He mumbled against your lips before his hands found their way to grasp your rear, hoisting you up before taking you to the bed, easing you down before he rested between your legs. His hot kisses against your neck were mesmerizing - the way they left a trail against the column of your throat felt like they had been there forever. He groaned as your leg curled around his thigh. In reaction, he pushed his erection against you, groaning into your shoulder as it was prominent that the week of abstinence from you was beginning to take its toll.

Turning your head to the side to give him more access to your neck, you gasped as his hand came up to grasp your jaw, forcing your gaze to peer into his. "Eyes on me."

He knew this tactic tested your boundaries of self-esteem, knowing you thought it was awkward to you to lock your soft gaze with his intimidating eyes.

But you did it for him, knowing he didn't ask for you to do anything in particular to please him unless it was eye contact.

And it was a huge turn-on for him.

You nodded hesitantly as this was a challenge for you, watching as his hand curled around the waistband of your trousers, pulling them off with haste as he knew their time was limited due to the pair of you being scheduled for guard duty with Soap and Gaz. "Answer a question for me, yeah?"

"What's that?" You whispered, reaching for his waist to loosen the clasp on his tactical belt, finding it immensely attractive that he was refraining from removing his entire uniform as well as yours.

"Would you like Ghost or Simon to fuck you?" He heaved a breath, glancing down after the warm sensation of your hand clasping over his cock, pumping him slowly before swiping your thumb over the aching and dripping tip, smirking as you watched his eyelids become heavy.

You knew what he meant when he asked you that question as there were two very different and distinct traits Simon carried with his alter ego:

Simon's lovemaking was very passionate, sometimes rough, and sensual - his hands making slow and warm trails to their own while his mouth hardly left your body, whether it be your lips, neck, breasts, or shoulders.

Ghost's lovemaking was very rough as well as sensual, however it consisted of vague sadism and bondage, testing your physical limits with every intimate encounter.

Although you always preferred Simon's soft side, his alter ego was very arousing as well as fun for both of you.

"Ghost." You answered with a grin, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth while you watched his brows raise under his balaclava, your core throbbing as he reached for the rag that was tucked on his belt.

"You know we won't have much time-" He warned.

You hummed, "I don't care. I just want you."

He gruffed before nodding his head towards the headboard, "Alright then. Arms up, love."

You obeyed, watching him intently as he used the rag to bind your wrists together in a figure eight pattern with the rag and tied its ends around the single rail of the headboard, running his bare palm over your clothed sternum before both of his palms rested on your knees, spreading your thighs so he can have a better view of your hot and aching core. Fucking hell, he thought, visibly seeing how ready you were for him - his cock twitched.

He pumped himself lazily as he adjusted his weight on his knees, tapping his length against your clit before he coated himself in your excitement to make the distant and missed white-hot pain more tolerable. His tip pressed against your entrance, his breathing jagged as his patience was running next to thin before he asked you, "Do you know your safe word?"

A word established between the pair of you for when he would be rough, truly not wanting to cause you any potential pain or discomfort.

"I don't have one." You teased, gasping that the sudden sensation of the tip of his cock departing from you.

He was teasing you as well as warning you.

"Red."

"Good fucking girl." He gruffed, granting you the satisfaction of him entering you.

Slowly, so fucking slowly, he sheathed himself fully into you, his hips pressed against yours. He thrusted slowly a few more times to let your body adjust to his size, your winces of arousal escaping through your teeth before his thrusts slowly became rougher with each withdrawal, the sound of skin-to-skin replacing his grunts and your whines of pleasure.

Still buried in you, he reached for your ankles, placing the bend of your knees to curl around his shoulders as he was now holding his weight above you, being generous to let you adjust to his size and different angle before his weight transferred to his hands, giving himself immaculate leverage as he watched himself enter you, the sounds of your whimpers and moans coaxing him forward. "Fucking Christ." He grumbled, the sensation - obsession - of how you took him far more arousing than how he imagined.

"Right there," You pleaded, almost able to feel your pulse in your own hips. "Right there, baby."

He kept his pace, knowing you were at your edge...

But he wasn't.

He was still chasing his high and he wasn't about to let it happen so soon.

But fuck, you made it hard for him not to.

Reaching for the nearby pillow, he stilled so he could wedge the pillow between your lower back and the bed before he continued to thrust, the new angle letting him hit your G-Spot.

Your legs were now around his waist, the backs of your knees being supported by the miscellaneous pouches and gear strapped to his tactical belt as his hands made their way to your throat - one hand cradling the back of your neck while his other hand curled around the sides of your throat, careful not to push down on your trachea, using the new grasp on your throat to provide more leverage as the combination of his hands on your neck and the pillow under your hips was enough to send you over the edge.

And fast.

"F-fuck! Si-!" You gasped, your jaw agape as his pace continued. Strenuous, demanding, and a definite powerful orgasm that made your legs quiver and your walls tighten around him, coaxing him further and further into the familiar confines of marking you as his own.

"That's it," He growled, his eyes staring intently at your orgasmic expression. "Eyes on me, love. Keep them on me. Let it go."

His words did it for you, letting yourself release onto his cock, a faint white ring forming at his base before he stilled, the grip on your throat tightening slightly while he rode his wave of pleasure. "Fuuuckkkking hell." He panted, leaving himself to pulsate within you for a moment longer while he rewarded you with light kisses along your collarbone, his hand reaching above your head to release the confines of your wrists from the headboard, his thumbs rubbing your inner wrists to rid any soreness he may have caused by the restraint.

A vague hiss escaped his lips when he removed himself, his cock overstimulated and sensitive while he took the same rag to clean you off first before he did himself, offering to get a different one from the bathroom to finish cleaning up his mess before he promised to meet you at the designated guard station to meet with Soap and Gaz.

After a few moments of the pair of you catching your breath as well as you hiding your new blush of lust, Simon separated from you first after Soap had called for him over the comms, telling you that he'd meet you at a classified location, promising you that you wouldn't need a blanket to keep you warm that night.

Fixing your hair into a braid, you entered the lounge area of the barracks, seeing the same two girls that you had overheard talking about Ghost made brief eye contact with you, clear that not only jealousy was consuming their faces, but as well as envy.

"Hey, your-your friend was looking for you earlier. Said she wanted to see you before you went on guard duty." One of the girls said, her voice nearly trembling with jealousy that she hoped you didn't pick up on.

But oh, you did.

"Oh, I'll catch her before I go. I was too busy being railed against my bed by a mysterious man," You retorted, the nearly-same phrase you head heard one of them say earlier. "That tattooed forearm just does things to me. And that mask."

Usually, you kept things like this private, but you knew they heard. In fact, you were sure Ghost made it a point for you to be heard and not once did you care to rub it in to the girls that couldn't have him.

“I don’t share what’s mine, but I don’t give a fuck to make it known what’s mine either.”

[sweetbillwriting]

Love Just Happens

A New Chapter - Part 19

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, smut, ageism, pregnancy, jealousy, cheating.

He would never cheat. She knew that. Every day was proof of that. She felt his love in every gaze and in every caress. They had romance and passion. They had closeness in mind, even if they were so different from each other. There were things they had believed they would miss in a partner, but that wasn't important anymore. Bill didn't need someone who understood his job and she didn't feel a need for someone who was what people expected her to be with. It wasn't important stuff at all. Bill said to himself that he couldn't understand now how he had believed that or what he had seen in his earlier partners that was so different from her. She knew at their first meeting that he was everything she had wanted. Everything she had believed she would never get.

She looked at him sleeping. He was pink in the cheeks, and his short hair was messy. It was obvious he was older than when they met, and he gave off a more manly vibe than ever, especially when she looked at his thick arms and broad chest.

He looked good. He looked like all those words young girls call handsome men over forty or men with kids. She was young when they met. Twenty-three. Maybe even a bit too young for a forty-year-old man to take seriously, but he had. He had never treated her like anything else but a woman. An equal.

He treated all women well and showed softness and humbleness naturally. It wasn't weird that other women were attracted to him. It wasn't weird other young women looked at him with big eyes.

Sheilo Medley. Aurora Lou could feel that she wanted him. The two of them have met her a couple of times together now. Sheilo was always nice, even sweet. She said hello to Isadora Li and said she was cute, but as soon as she thought Aurora looked away, she looked at Bill in a way not suitable between friends. Aurora looked at her husband joking around with his co-actress, how he talked in confidence to her and let her wrap her arms around his waist as a hello and goodbye.

Could he cheat? No, he would never. Bill crawled closer to her in his sleep and dragged her close to his chest, like she was a comforting teddy bear.

All her other boyfriends had cheated. They were never pleased with just her. Why would Bill be that? He could have an even younger woman now. Someone whose body wasn't affected by pregnancy or childbirth. Someone with big tits and worked with the same thing as him. A girl taller than her that also seemed tougher than her.

“I’ve met someone else,” he would say while they sat at home in Sweden by their kitchen. He had asked her to sit down, and she had sat down with some struggle because of her big pregnancy belly.

“Sheilo?” She would ask and look away with glassy eyes. He wouldn't say anything; he just lowered his eyes, but that would be enough of an answer. She would have nodded but let the tears stream down her cheeks freely.

“So it happened when I was there? In Scotland?” She would ask, and Bill would still not answer. “Can’t you even answer me? Am I not even worthy of that?”

He would drag his hands over his face.

“I'm so sorry, Lou... I'm so sorry.”

She would cry, but silently because she had already known, and drag her hands over her big belly.

“But I will still be here... I will still be here for you and our babies.”

Aurora cried against his naked chest. He was still sleeping. It was the pregnancy hormones playing games with her again, but just like when she was pregnant with Isadora, she forgot that and took her emotions as completely true.

She kissed Bill's lips and twisted herself out of his grip. He would cheat. He would leave her like all the other guys had. She stood up, and in silence, she started to pack. She didn't want to leave him like that, but she couldn't look at him, especially not when he moved and the sheet uncovered his nakedness. They had slept with each other the night before. He had made her come twice and acted like they made love, but now she wondered if he was thinking about Sheilo.

She carried the suitcase to the door, then she walked to the room Isis was sleeping in. She didn't want to take his daughter from him like that, because she would have panicked if he had done the same thing to her, but she couldn't leave her baby. She just couldn't.

Bill woke up when he heard Isis whine and let out a grumpy cry. It didn't sound like her normal morning sounds, so he opened his eyes and listened more carefully. Aurora wasn't next to him, so he stretched out in bed and closed his eyes again, believing she was just taking care of their dissatisfied daughter.

“Shh shh shh… We must go, baby. You can sleep again soon,” Bill heard his wife say to their daughter with a low voice. He opened his eyes in confusion and sat up when he heard shuffling in the hallway. He covered himself with the sheet and walked out with it around his hips. Aurora stood in an emerald green velvet set and laid Isis down in the stroller; behind her stood her pink, shiny suitcase.

“What are you doing?” asked Bill, confused, and fixed the sheet around his hips. Aurora looked up at him reluctantly. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks were wet. Bill looked at her, confused. He was used to her crying because of things with a variety of seriousness, especially while pregnant, so he just looked at her in confusion.

“I just...” she said, looking at Bill with furrowed brows while Isis cried in the stroller. She couldn't really say what she was doing now when he stood in front of her. It wasn't like he had cheated. He hadn't done anything wrong at all, and now she couldn't find an answer to what she was doing, so instead, she started to cry almost as loudly as Isis.

“Okay, okay,” said Bill, knowing at once that this was the hormones again. Her big emotions really became crazy from the hormones. He walked up to Aurora and the stroller and took his wife under one arm because of the sheet around his hips, but realized he wouldn't be able to comfort both his girls with just one arm, so he had no choice but to let it slip down on the floor. Aurora looked at his nakedness while he took up Isis from the stroller and then laid the other arm around his wife. Aurora couldn't stop herself from laughing through the tears.

“I had no other choice, okay?” He said, with a smirk. Aurora smiled, amused, while all three of them crawled down under her covers. Both the girls had calmed down by being close to Bill, and Aurora sat with her nose pressed against Bill's chest, breathing him in, while Isis lay with her cheek against his other pec. She didn't know what she would have done without him, and luckily, there was never anything she really needed to worry about.

“You know it's the hormones, right?” Bill said it softly and kissed her head. Aurora nodded, even if she had forgotten about it. "So, what was it this time?”

Aurora breathed out deeply.

“I… I had a feeling you would cheat with that Sheilo girl.”

Bill smiled, a little amused but lovingly.

“Mhm, what was it that made you have that feeling?”

Aurora didn't say anything, instead, she wiped away some drool on Isis's chin, who had started to fall asleep against her father's chest.

Bill didn't say anything either, he just kissed her forehead and leaned back against the headboard. He knew Aurora's hormones were responsible for this, and he had nothing to worry about. Their relationship was still just as strong.

“I love you, my one and only,” he said with a smile. Aurora looked up at him and then kissed his lips.

“I love you more than everything,” she whispered, and then gave their sleeping daughter a kiss too.

×××

Two days later, Erica visited again and offered to take Isadora so Aurora and Bill could have a night out. His work day wasn't that long that day, so they would have the whole night. Aurora thought she could meet him on set, but that day Bill asked her not to come. Oh. She knew what that meant; intimate scenes. Today was the day he would make out with Sheilo.

Aurora knew it wasn't a romantic setting, she knew Bill didn't feel pleasure in doing such scenes, but Aurora didn't know if Sheilo felt the same. Maybe she would do everything to impress him and to make it something it wasn't. Aurora trusted Bill, but maybe she wanted to torment herself because she decided to visit the set anyway. She just wanted to see if the girl would try anything or if she might have enough respect to not try to make him hard while his wife was watching.

She was let in without any fuss; it didn't matter who her husband was; she would have been let in anyway. She was Aurora Lou.

Bill sat in a white robe over his outfit for the scene, a pair of burgundy boxers that sat tight and that enhanced his bulge more than hid it. He sat and looked at his phone while a stylist put some bronzer on his forehead.

“Aurora, hey!” The stylist said that and made Bill look up. His wife gave both him and the stylist a small smile. She was dressed in black pants that sat low on her hips and a black tube top, showing her belly. It was still flat and gave nothing of the pregnancy away. Bill looked at her and furrowed his brows. He had said she shouldn't come.

“Hey babe?” He said, flashing a crooked smile. Aurora smiled sweetly and put her dark, long hair behind her ears. It was obvious she was ashamed to be there. She leaned up to give him a kiss. Even if Bill was a little annoyed, he took a few seconds to admire her outfit and her face. It was a sexy outfit, and he could imagine other men on set looking at her.

"So, what are you doing here?” He said. Aurora had lowered her eyes. She had done it out of shame, but then she saw his outfit. The robe had opened a bit, and she could see his naked chest and the boxers. She really didn't want to be that sort of wife, but the hormones jumped around, and she couldn't stop herself from sucking her lips and making a disapproving sound. Bill could see what the problem was and sighed. In that moment, he was reminded of why he had thought it was more simple to be together with an actress. Aurora couldn't understand how different filming a sex scene was from reality.

“Isn't it better if you go home instead?” He said it with a low voice, so no one would hear. Aurora looked up at him, her eyes swimming with emotions. He gave her a serious look. Aurora lowered her eyes again. She wanted to beg him to not do this. To not make out with a girl she didn't like, who obviously liked him too much.

“Bill!” A director's assistant called for him, and the two of them looked at the woman. Bill sighed because he realized he didn't have time to make Aurora leave the set. She would be there while they were filming. He gave her a quick look before standing up. He gave her a soft kiss and then an unsure smile. Both of them had noticed Sheilo lying down on the mattress in the shed, or the walls looking like a shed, to be able to film them. She was dressed in a lacy dark blue bra and black thongs. Her breasts were big and full, and her skin was pale and soft. Aurora looked at Bill, pulling off the robe and sitting down on the mattress. Sheilo said something that made him smile. He said something that made her laugh. They hadn't started filming yet, but already Aurora was so jealous that it felt like she would throw up.

Bill laid down on the mattress, still talking to Sheilo but also the director. Aurora swallowed the sour taste in her mouth while looking at Sheilo, looking at his abs, his bulge, and his long legs. Aurora looked down at her wedding rings. She had accepted his weird profession, but now it didn’t feel good anymore. She twisted the rings around her fingers while swallowing the bile coming up in her throat. She had put her career on hold for their child; couldn't he stop doing these sorts of roles for her?

She looked up when she heard Sheilo laugh. They had started filming now, and Aurora could see the girl laying on top of her husband. They shared deep kisses before the director said cut. Bill moved away at once from the girl, but it didn't matter; Aurora had seen enough. She succeeded in keeping her tears in check, but it didn't matter. It felt like everyone could see her emotions and how she then ran away. It wasn't that bad; it was just the stylist and a few of the set designers that saw it. Bill didn't notice how she disappeared, and soon he had Sheilo on top of him again. It was a job. The kisses were dry and emotionless, and he didn't even think Sheilo was that attractive. Especially not compared to his wife. Sheilo was pale in comparison, flat, and uncharismatic. He just wanted the job day to be over so he could take his wife out. Her kisses were the only kisses he enjoyed.

×××

Erica watched her friend cry and cry and cry. Everyone who knew Aurora had seen her cry many times. She had been through a lot, and heavy tears had been spilled because of death, abuse, and cheating, but she also spilled tears over much smaller things. For a short second, Erica wondered why Aurora still hadn't started to wear waterproof mascara, but she waved that thought away. She sat on the floor with her friend’s 10-month-old daughter, who looked at her mother with worry.

“They like… They kissed and, like... He just kissed her like that. In front of... She wants him.” Aurora cried while wiping her black-striped cheeks with her hands, so her fingers became just as black. Erica looked at her in confusion.

“You mean Bill kissed someone else? In front of you?”

“Yes!” Aurora cried and whined something else Erica couldn't interpret. She couldn't believe Bill would do such a thing and understood there was something Aurora missed saying.

“You mean in a scene? When he was filming?”

“Yes! But with her!”

“Her?”

“Yes!” Aurora said she was annoyed and started to cry hysterically again. Erica looked down at Isis, who looked just as confused. If it were another guy, she would have taken her friend’s side at once, but this situation was something else. Aurora was a drama queen, a hormonal, pregnant drama queen, while Bill was so trustworthy and irritatingly in love with that said drama queen, even if Erica in that moment couldn't understand how such a down-to-earth guy had energy for her friend.

“So he kissed her in a scene? I'm sorry, Aurora, but he's an actor.”

Aurora made a frustrated sound and laid down with her face in a pillow.

“You don't get it!”

Erica didn't understand, but Bill, who stood in the hallway, did. He had sneaked in but had frozen in the hallway and listened to his wife. There was something with Sheilo that rubbed her the wrong way, and that she was the first girl in a long time he had intimate scenes with, didn't make it better. On top of that, she was hormonal in a way she had never been before. He understood this, but this was a bit much for him too. He was an actor; she knew that, just like Erica said, but it was obvious she had problems with that, but it wasn't until now that they had come to the surface.

Aurora obviously needed some help with her galloping hormones, but the jealousy would still be there. Maybe he shouldn't say anything because he had also been jealous many times, but he saw it as two different things. His jealousy was about protectiveness, but he felt her jealousy was her not trusting him. Not believing he could handle his job and not being a trustworthy husband.

After some deep breaths, he walked into the living room. Erica gave him a relieved look and showed an expression that she had started to give up. Aurora looked up at Bill and, with a fast movement, she stood up and marched by him dramatically. Bill knew her so well that he knew that meant she wanted a fight; she wanted him to run after her, so he did. It was better to just follow her rules when she was mad. It saved time.

Erica lifted up Isis and walked to the stroller, and Bill gave her a thankful look before she left with Isis, and he went into Aurora in the bedroom. Once again, she was packing. She probably noticed it the last time it was a good way of getting his attention. Bill sat down on the bed with a sigh and looked at her, packing her sexiest thongs in the corner of the suitcase closest to him. He wanted to smile but didn't, but it was so obvious to him that she did that to not lose his attention.

“Why are you sad?” He said it softly while he took a pair of delicate panties and played with them between his fingers. She let him play with them, so obviously it was what she wanted him to do.

“I'm not sad! I'm mad!” She said she was upset and pushed down the hair heating tool in the bag. Bill nodded a little.

“Why?”

Aurora looked at him, annoyed, but was quiet. She didn't exactly know why she was mad, but she was mad.

“It's my job. There weren't any problems when I kissed Lydia last year.”

“That's different!”

“Why?” He said, confused.

Aurora once again made a frustrating sound and looked at him, continuing to play with her panties with long fingers and licking his lips.

“Sheilo is hot!” She said that and crossed her arms.

Bill looked at her with furrowed brows and a little smile.

“And Lydia isn't?”

“Do you think that?”

“No, but I don't know if I think Sheilo is that attractive either,” Bill sighed. “Does that really matter? I thought you trusted me. I've said so many times that you're the only woman for me. Every woman pales in comparison to you.”

Aurora looked at him with big, glassy eyes.

“It's okay to be jealous, but you must trust me. I would never cheat because kissing other girls is a job for me, and it feels like a job. When I kiss you, it's... everything that is good,” he said with big, sincere eyes.

Aurora felt the tears start to run down her cheeks again. She felt awful for doubting him. Bill sighed a little with a smile.

“And babe, this is very much the hormones,” he said carefully. Aurora furrowed her brows in embarrassment. She didn't like to confess that she had done something out of nothing because her hormones went wild. She could do the same thing when she had PMS, but with smaller things, and thought it was just as embarrassing to confess that her day wasn't ruined because she hadn't succeeded in painting her lips just right.

“It is hormones because while we've had this conversation, you have not just presented your cutest panties for me but also looked at my arms and lips every other second.”

Aurora looked annoyed, crossed her arms, and pouted a little. She wanted him to comfort her and come close, not give her this, even if he was right. She has had filthy thoughts while trying to stay inside the anger.

Bill sighed, stood up, stretched out all of his 6��4 height, and looked at her tiredly. He didn't want to fight and also knew it would take, like, a minute before she had her nose pressed against his chest and her hands dragging over his muscular back.

He was right. 52 seconds later, she was pressed against him and begged for his forgiveness. Bill just smiled and kissed her. He had said what he wanted, and he knew she would remember it. She was a drama queen, but she never held on to a grudge just because. She just wanted everything to be good between them, always.

27 seconds of kisses later, Aurora started to pull down his black jogger pants.

“We really must visit a doctor to get those hormones in check,” said Bill, a bit amused with furrowed brows, but let her pull them down along with his dark gray boxers.

×××

It had been an hour since Erica left the apartment with Isis, and she guessed Bill had succeeded in calming Aurora down in that time. Or he was forced to have succeeded in doing that because she didn't have the energy to walk around and, at the same time, keep Isis awake so she wouldn't be up all night. Isis was also not as easy to please as her own son, and she didn't look amused at all by her. She needed to be with her parents, who knew her ways.

Erica walked into the apartment while singing for Isis that whined on her hip and hoped her parents would meet them by the door but it didn't happen. Erica was annoyed now and thought about just berating Aurora for her silly behavior and giving her, her whiny daughter. She stamped into the apartment with annoyance rising in every step.

“Ah fuck! I should have known this was what would meet me!” Said she outside of the bedroom, annoyed and covered Isis face when she saw Bill's trim hips and plump ass cheeks between Aurora's tanned legs. It was like seeing a great Dane smash a king Charles spaniel.

Bill stood up on his knees and gave Erica an annoyed look. She was the only one he knew would just stand there by seeing such a scene.

“Hey! Can we just get some time to dress?” He said and gave Aurora a look who hid her face with her hands in embarrassment.

“Stop sounding like I'm the one doing something wrong. You can sound so ungrateful sometimes, Bill!” Said Erica and walked away with their daughter who continued to whine.

Bill looked down at Aurora again with big eyes in disbelief, she giggled now and stretched her arms over her head so he felt forced to just play with her nipples a last time.

“Your friend is insane.”

“I know. She's so annoying,” she joked, knowing it was probably herself that was the annoying one.

“Yeah!” Bill said like it was obvious and stood up and pulled on his boxers. Aurora sat up but moved sensually and laid down on her knees, like a cat stretching. Bill stood with his hands on his hips and gave her an annoyed but aroused look.

“Stop doing that, you hormonal… cock teaser.”

Aurora giggled and stood up on her knees. Bill threw her silky robe to her and gave her the panties he had played with in his hands earlier.

He had pulled on the joggers again then they walked out to Erica who sat with Isis by the table, eating a banana each. She gave them a killer look while Isis smiled and waved with the banana piece in her hand.

“We're sorry… It just happened…” said Aurora and looked at her friend pleadingly but with playfulness in her eyes. Erica looked at the both of them. Bill took a sip of Isis water from her baby bottle then gave it to the girl again.

“Yeah, yeah. But I hope you get that this night went from being yours to being mine. God, your daughter seems to believe she's the queen of Sweden!”

Bill smirked amused. Everyone said their daughter was high maintenance but those who knew her had a much easier time understanding her. He guessed it was a bit the same with her mother, but in another way.

“I think you two can take a night out and I’ll stay with the queen, okay? But don't get in a fight and don't let her fall asleep somewhere,” Bill said, the last thing towards Erica. The girls smiled happily and he got a kiss from Aurora on the cheek.

“That was nice of you, Billy Boy,” said Erica who stood up. He gave her a crooked smile but jumped when she spanked his ass.

“And I must say, you have a great ass.”

Isis laughed at her father's bug eyed expression and Aurora did the same and gave Bill a pointed look. His ass was way too cute.

×

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

More:

I worked at a place that had ballroom venues for events. Annually, Chipendale dancers had a show at this place. The amount of calls we dealt with for groping, cat-calling, lewd behavior, and general harassment toward the performers and staff was outrageous. This was at a native owned casino in the Midwest where they also had an annual powwow event at which members of rival native gangs would murder each other. Chipendale night was worse than Indian murder weekend. Anyway, they also hosted boxing events and one guy commented once on how sexy he thought the ring girl was. He was evicted for a year. The ladies who molested security staff? No evictions.

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As a man, even in the most progressive countries, you are seen as the secondary parent to your child.

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We aren't allowed to make fun of fat people, but it's more than acceptable to rip on guys due to their height.

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I had a psycho ex that was trying to kick in my door, I called the cops. She left before they got there. She wrote all over my car in lipstick. The cops laughed at me and were like - you afraid of a girl? And told me they couldn't do anything about the lipstick because they didn't see her do it. I would have been in jail for the same shit.

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I have mentioned this before.. but I have a weird work schedule that gives me several weekdays off. I would take my girls to the parks nearby, and got constant side-eyes and resentment from the haus-fraus and molly-mormon sanity groups there with their kids. I even had the cops called on me twice asking me to prove I had my own kids there.

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wanting men that are tall is a matter of preference and can be voiced out loud and is somehow acceptable even though they have no control over it but men on the other hand can't voice their preference in any regard else they'd be cancelled for body shaming.

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I'm older: I have only cried at a movie one time. It was the end of Braveheart. My date was turned off. Said it was "not cool". Same girl hit me for not crying when Jack went down at the end of Titanic, said it was "not cool". I decided she was not cool.

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I’ve had multiple women make comments on my weight gain

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The Duluth Model. It states that men are abusive in order to control and women are abusive because they are victims of abuse. Most law enforcement agencies use this model in dealing with DV cases. The creators disavowed their own work and admit it is completely biased and flawed but is still in use in the majority of the country

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I was a tray aid (food server) at an elderly home, and I went thru a fitness phase where I lost a ton of weight and gained a lot of muscle. Nearly all of the CNA’s (young and old) would come up and grope me (rub my arms, nipples, back, etc) and talk super flirty about how good i looked. It took a few weeks for the older CNA’s to finally snap out of it and start telling the younger ones that it wasn’t right

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If I open up and share the things weighing on my mind somehow that makes me weak and a crybaby but if I hold it all in and just “suck it up” I’m contributing to toxic masculinity and I’m an asshole.

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When my ex-wife (of a 16 year marriage) had a year long affair before I caught her and we split up. She wanted to not tell anyone that she'd had an affair, and wanted to have an even split on custody and divorce etc. I asked her, "if I'd been cheating on you, would you have agreed to keep it a secret and still let me have 50-50 custody of our kids?" Her answer? "of course not." But like, the way she said it was like, "obviously, cuz you're a man, it's fine to tell everyone about the affair, and for the mom to get the kids." Even, when people did find out there was an affair, 90% of them thought it was me that had cheated. I never cheated on anyone. But cuz I was a guy, then obviously it was me.

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I don't think any of my girlfriends have ever bought me flowers. I like flowers.

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Women don’t ask for consent. I have a female acquaintance who described something they did to a man that would otherwise be considered sexual assault — but she was joking about how awkward the guy was.

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Worked at a hotel in Edinburgh and had to wear a kilt. Cleaning staff LOVED lifting my kilt. I've rarely been out in a kilt but whenever I have been (not weddings) random women will lift it to see. I wouldn't dare lift a woman's skirt. I'm not even that attractive and assume it's much more likely to handsom guys.

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My daughter is now 11, but when she was younger, a lot of women were surprised at how involved I was in my daughter's education, medical appts, and her life in general. There is still the double standard where it's assumed the mother is the one who knows all the details of their kids' lives. My wife had a very busy career and so we tried to evenly split all the parenting responsibilities as much as possible. It was amazing at how many places like playgrounds or fun kid stuff where it would be just my daughter and I, and it was assumed I was a single dad or more often that it was my custody time. Fortunately, my daughter looks very like me because I would sometimes get double takes from mom's to make sure I was not stealing some random kid or a pedophile.

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Women taking advantage of a male teenager rarely get the same disgust compared to a male taking advantage of a female teenager. It's always an abuse of power and wrong no matter who does it. The double standards for this by teachers are the worst.

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If sex with her is not that great that is my fault. If she does not enjoy sex with me that is also my fault.

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After I and my wife separated, she took my kid and told the police, CPS, random doctors, etc that I SA'd my kid. When talking to my lawyer, CPS, police, or whoever, the first thing they would ask is if I'm paying child support and am I up to date with it. Only after I assured them that I was would they continue helping me. Now I've gained custody, she has never even bought a pencil for school but still accusing me of BS. Anytime I bring up child support with anyone it's always "we'll get to that later". Why is she allowed to be a deadbeat mom without consequences while I would possibly be in prison if I were a deadbeat dad?

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A friend of mine is a male military spouse, no kids. You would think that the military spouse community would be so welcoming as everyone has that in common. Absolutely not, in fact he gets denied access to online support groups because he is a guy. He has 0 support. Many military spouse appreciation events don't think or care about male spouses. He just stopped trying to integrate with the other spouses, or go to events. It is really sad.

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Women almost always refuse to acknowlege that men have any problems at all. And when they do acknowlege them, it's like "they're caused by patriarchy, so help us fight patriarchy", and it's like, "no bitch, how about you stop being an ass and have some sympathy for once in your fucking life". So many of men's problems just, don't exist or aren't worth thinking about for women. But when men behave the same way about women's problems, they're sexist.

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In rural Africa, FGM is still a modern day practise that sees the labia and sometimes clitoris removed before the child can even stand up or give consent. This painful procedure leads to death in a small amount of cases. This is obviously disgusting. In the Western world, circumcision is still a modern day practise that sees the foreskin cut away or sometimes bitten off by an adult before the child can even stand up or give consent. This painful procedure leads to death in a small amount of cases. This is widely accepted and sometimes seen as a hate crime to oppose. How is this OK?

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Continued:

https://www.reddit.com/r/AskMen/comments/15cto3y/men_of_reddit_what_absurd_double_standards_have/

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One double standard that keeps coming up again and again: women's problems are caused by external societal factors ("tHe pAtRiArChY!") that society has to fix, while men's problems are caused by their own flawed internal factors that they have to fix.

She was cutting? It's because society doesn't respect or understand her and doesn't treat her right. Women are already perfect. Society has to recognize that and do better. Teach men that women are hurting.

He killed himself? He must have been fragile and too toxically macho to talk about his feelings. Men should recognize that and do better. Teach boys to cry.

[miscreantroses]

Not another heartbreak (Diluc x f!reader)

"You had enough of dating. Until he thaw your heart."

Genre: fluff??

A/N: Been a while since I made fanfics... here goes nothin.. enjoy haha

____

It's been over a year since you arrived at Mondstat. You left Fontaine when you found out that your ex was cheating on you. After that incident, you decided to come back. Start over.

But... no dating... its tiring

___

You just finished the day and decided to head over to Angel's share to have a drink. The commissions weren't that hard, it was just errands. And a bounty.

"Ah. Welcome y/n. Please have a seat." Charles waved and smiled as you sit in front of the counter. You missed this kind of atmosphere. And this time of day, the taverns are always full.

"I'll just have an Apple Cider." You smiled at Charles. And he quickly nodded. You took a quick scan in the room. And noticed....

It's full of girls???

"We're not doing an event. If you're starting to ask." Charles laughed as he handed down my drink. "They're just here for Diluc."

Ah. Diluc, the uncrowned kind of Mondstat. The owner of this very tavern. And a friend of yours. You started to became good friends after you recovered, from your collapse the moment you returned to the city. After settling down, and went back adventuring. You always visit the tavern for a drink. You always thought of him as a bit of a cold type of guy. But as time goes by, you started to talk about your days. He sometimes would scold you when he sees you covered in cuts and bruises. And just give you grape juice instead of wine.

"Okay. Weird. Why?" You tried to construct a question. Only to realize that the place if full of women. "This is... disturbing?" You glanced back at Charles only to chuckle at your facial expressions.

"Well... The people heard that the Master has taken a liking on someone. And she's currently living here at the city."

"Diluc? Liking someone. Huh. I never thought that I'd see the day." You smiled. "Who's the lucky gal?" Leaning on the counter. Thinking that he might know who she is.

"Actually we have no idea. No clues." He shrugged.

You pouted at his response. There goes a chance to tease the red head. You always sees him to be reserved with his feelings and kept his private affairs to be...private.

"Well... That's a bummer." You hummed and take a last sip of your drink. And decided to call it a day. You were going to head out early tomorrow since you had a commission at Liyue and will be gone for 2 weeks. You were asked to assist in a caravan and needed manpower. And for some reason you were enlisted.

You stood from your seat and paid for the drink. "Well, I'm calling it a day. I'll back in 2 weeks." You smiled at left the tavern.

"Huh... Never knew you had quite a fanclub." You hummed as you make your way to your house.

Little did you know... that certain redhead smiled as he watches you leave the tavern with a smile.

...and you were the woman that he likes

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After two weeks, you finally came back from Liyue. The caravan went smoothly. No one was greatly harmed. It's just another day for you.

Until... you went back to your house and was full of flowers.

"How.?" You were completely dumbfounded to see the state of your house. It was completely covered by flora. It was something out of the story book. You were just standing in front of it, you dropped your bags and your mouth.

"Oh, y/n. You're finally back." You turned your head, to see Margaret. "Yeah we didn't know who did that. It started as a bouquet and one thing led to another. And we just noticed your house is completely covered by it." She chuckled as she noticed that you haven't said a word. Everyone in Mond knew that you weren't dating anyone. Let alone do something as grand to cover your house with flowers.

"Well, someone likes you and good luck with that." She patted my shoulder before walking back to the town's square. "If you ever found the culprit is, don't try to punch them."

"What am I gonna do with these flowers?" You fell to your knees and continued to stare for another hour or so.

____

"Kaeya..." Diluc summoned his brother at the winery. "You did what to her house?" He slammed his desk and gave a scornful look at his brother.

"Oh Diluc. You should be thankful. She'll love those." The Cavalry Captain laughed. "Besides women likes flowers. She should be happy."

"I've known her for quite sometime. And her initial reaction would be pure speechless."

"Because she'll love it." Kaeya cuts him off. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

"Y/N is still in the state of shock." One of the winery workers butted in to the brother's conversation.

"Oh come on, Diluc." Kaeya laughed. The room was getting a bit hot. Diluc has a pyro vision after all. "Let's just take a trip to the city. And see that I'm right."

"Ugh fine." Diluc scowled. You were back after a 2 week journey. It was best for him to not lose his cool. "But if she's... mad. You're banned from entering my tavern."

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"Y/N, you sure you're just giving away these flowers?" Bennett asking for the nth time already. "They look pretty."

"For now, and will wilt after a couple of days." You sighed as you're removing the flora on your abode. "I think its better to give it away. Or replant them."

It took you a good hour to process everything that happened the moment you arrived back. Your house... was covered in flora while you're away. Cecilias, Lilies, Roses, and Windwheel Asters. Who in the world would do that? You’re never had been the attractive type. So, you only sighed as you continue to remove the flowers. Thinking its just another prank.

An hour passed and your house was back to normal. Exhausted, you entered your home and stared at a letter that was hiding among the flowers.

_____

The brothers were standing a few feet away from your house, you removed the flowers one by one, most of them were given away, the remaining ones were potted and placed at the front door. 

Diluc turned away as you entered your house.

“That’s it. You’re banned.”

“Oi. She loves it.”

“She saw it as an eyesore.”

He walked away, thinking that you had no feelings for him.

___

You kept on staring at the letter. You were too shocked to process the contents of the letter. Someone likes you? Diluc likes you. You knew Diluc would not be so grand when it comes to confessing. You knew him. It was probably Kaeya’s idea to covered the whole place with flowers. And judging the letter, it should not be seen since it had a lot of scribbles. You only chuckled as you try to imagine Diluc writing this letter to you.

You shook your head. You don’t want to be so sure. You’ve been through many heartaches. You promised to yourself that you don’t want to love again.

“Maybe a good rest can help.” You sighed as you lay down on the couch.

But no, hours had passed and your were inching a confession from the Red Head. You were in denial for so long, you like Diluc. The whole reason you always go to Angel’s Share was to see him. At first, he gives you a cold shoulder. But overtime, he was the sweetest person you knew. The people of Mondstat saw how the both of you grew closer overtime. Even Donna, who adores Diluc even told you that the both like each other.

You went outside, and noticed it was nightfall. The streets of the city were barren. You enjoyed nights like this, and decided to take a walk to Windrise. If you’ll go to Angel’s Share, you might see Diluc behind the bar. He was the last person you need to see. Today was too much for you to process.

“Going somewhere, y/n?” Swan asked as you exited the city’s walls. “It’s a bit late for a night stroll.”

“Just need a breather.” You smiled. “Besides, if I get in trouble... I can fight.”

As you were approaching Windrise, you noticed someone standing in front of the tree. You weren’t sure who was that since they’ve cloaked themselves. You thought it was an enemy. So, you slowly crept behind them, as you went closer you slowly draw your sword.

“You're here? I was about to go to you.” Diluc turned around to face you. You noticed he was holding a bouquet of flowers. “I had something to say to you. I like -...”

“I know, Diluc.” You drew back your sword. “I’ve seen the letter.”

“What letter?”

“This letter.” You gave the letter to Diluc. “It was hiding amongst the flowers.”

“You weren’t supposed to see this!” Diluc covered his face in embarrassment. You could notice a faint tint of pink on his ears. “That damn brother of mine, he snooped around my office.”

“But at least, I like it.” You smiled. “Shocking, yet I like it.” You blushed.

“I also wanted to tell you that I like for a while now.” You stared at the ground. “I... I’ve just been through a lot of heart breaks. So, I put up my walls. But when I met you, I didn’t knew that I’ve fallen hard for you. I was always in denial with my feelings. I just decided to shut myself, taken on more commissions just not to see you even though it aches my heart. But I can’t go through another heartbreak.” Tears starts to well up, Diluc reached out his hand and lifted your chin. You were now staring at his eyes. His crimson eyes, that you fell for. “I...I don’t want to be hurt... again.”

“But I won’t hurt you.” He spoke softly. “Those bastards didn’t knew your worth. But I knew... I love every aspect of you, your bravery, humility, kindness... You never back down from a fight. You always try to find the good even though you were envelop in darkness. I saw you build yourself. You’re strong, y/n.”

He cupped your face and you finally let yourself cry. Those were the words that you were longing to hear from him. You were fighting your own demons, he saw your strength which made him fall hard for you. “I like... no... I love you, y/n.”

And to that, you hugged him. You let out an ugly cry, making clothes wet from your tears. He hugged back and kissed the top of your head. “I love you too...”

“You sure, you won’t...break me?”

“I promise.”

_____

“Diluc~” you shouted as you ran towards to your lover. You completed another commission from the guild. He embraced you as you landed on him. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, love.” He kissed you on the lips. “How’s your trip to Inazuma?”

“It was fun. There’ll be a festival by next month. So, I’ll be going there with some fellow adventurers. I’m glad the Sakuko Decree was abolished. It was a pain to venture around the country. You should come with me.”

“I’ll think about that.” He chuckled as you let go from the warm embrace.

The two of you had been dating over a year. And it was a complete bliss. 

“Two hearts had been thawed.” Charles smiled at the distance as you continue to talk to Diluc about your adventures. 

A/N: Okay... This had been in my drafts for so damn long. I've been writing fanfics for as long as I can remember, but I've stopped and decided to give it another shot. Don't know if I'll write another, but I'm currently working on a series lmao.

Okay see you around~

[echowithpain]

Buckle Up, Bitches. This is a long one.

Okay, I've definitely had some gripes with episode 2 and the fact that it took me this long to rewatch the episode to collect my thoughts says something. I even stopped the episode halfway through and got distracted with something else for about 3 hours before remembering what I was doing and resuming it.

...

I didn't like this episode. Unfortunately the bad outweighed the good for me.

First up, Lola, Norman, and Julien.

Why the FUCK did they do a storyline where Lola cheats on Norman?? Their whole introductions/characters in season 2 were about how Norman didn't see her after they had a kid so she went out of her way to force him to look at her by flashing the freeway. Go off Queen.

She gets arrested but she and Norman are super happy and making out, and they even admitted that the situation saved their marriage when Josh and Sue gathered people Maddie helped to convince her not to quit. The cheating storyline is so out of character for Lola that when I saw episode 1 and she was acting weird around Julien, I thought she knew he was a bad guy but he had threatened her off screen or something and she didn't want to worry Norman, not that they were seeing each other???

I thought Julien had just mistaken them for smugglers since they were living on the cruise ship, Lola found out and confronted him, and he threatened her to keep quiet about the operation but didn't get to call off the guys he was working with in time so Lola and Norman ended up getting jumped.

When Norman found out Lola was cheating on him after getting shot and was groaning in pain, all he could do was go into denial and talk about how Lola cheating couldn't be true. Then when he was lying on the poker table talking about the life he and Lola had, 37 years, selling all their stuff with handmade price tags, it made me feel both genuinely sad and angry. Not angry at Lola, angry at the writers for making this storyline for them. If people who have never seen the show go back to watch all the seasons and get to Lola and Norman's episode, they're gonna have it in their mind that their love is a lie and apparently Norman doesn't love Lola enough to keep her satisfied which is why she's cheats on him later. They're gonna see it as Lola being a horrible person this whole time, someone who likes to sleep around, or even just chalk it up to "Women ☕" and that pisses me off! That's not their characters and the fact the writers were portraying them in that light is horrible.

*sigh*

Then we have the whole Hen storyline, and oh boy do I have words about that.

Episode 1 did an amazing job reintroducing the characters to new people (except for Athena, I don't care about Marisol). In fact, if not for the Athena thing, I'll make a post about that later, it would've been a solid 10/10 (9/10 cause Karen wasn't in it lol).

Hen was shown to be a great captain when under intense pressure, going with her gut about which wire the pilot said to cut and even double checking, being a teasing but helpful friend to Chim about the forever dating thing, being kind and knowledgeable with the woman in the hot tub incident and teasing Chim again, and being an ear Athena could rant to when she thought Norman killed Lola. She was absolutely amazing...

Episode 2 ruined all of that.

She's at the car accident and is caring and attentive to the daughter and her mom, but then she's suddenly in a bad mood and making assumptions when it comes to the guy who blew through the light. She sends Chim over to him and when the dude is acting rude, telling them off, and threatening their jobs, she does the right thing and asks if he's refusing care. He says yes, he doesn't consent, so she doesn't give him care. Even in a bad mood she's still doing her job properly. Chim's been a firefighter/paramedic longer than her and should know that if someone refuses care, you can't force the care onto them, so he had no reason to try to make her change her mind about that.

Putting that aside, her words to Chimney really made me upset,

"No, he's done. Why is it that drunks always come out of these things without a scratch?"

Why the fuck did the writers make her say that? What did the dude being drunk have anything to do with it? Also Aisha's delivery is great but the line is terrible. Why put so much emphasis on the guy being drunk?? Hen doesn't act like this. She gets pissed off sometimes, yes, but in season 1 when Bobby had a relapse and she and Buck found him in his apartment, she was empathetic and sensitive to his struggles and has been ever since. You can't tell me if Bobby was the captain on that scene, she would've said it anyway because she wouldn't have. So I'm just supposed to believe that when he's not there, that's how she acts??

I think the thing that really made me upset was the fact they kept going back to the guy being drunk. He could've been completely sober but texting on his phone while speeding, he could've had a muscle spasm that made him hit the accelerator, he also could've just been a dick and decided to run the light for the hell of it. The part about him being drunk or not shouldn't have gotten so much attention, because either way HE STILL REFUSED CARE!!!

They could've still had the whole Hen's intern captain position being paused because it's a councilwoman's son and rich people use money to sue and try to make things go away to keep themselves in a good light with their public image. Like the chief said, all the signs of impairment could've been indications of the brain bleed the dude had, but again, THE GUY REFUSED CARE!!!! Hen says this but still gets put on pause cause rich people.

Buck saying they can't fire her for one bad call is true, but it also wasn't a bad call??? Toxic reports or not, if the guy refused care then he refused care!!! It's not her problem!!! It would've been worse if he refused care, she gave it to him anyway, saved his life, but now she's getting sued for bullshit reasons and can't be a firefighter/paramedic anymore because she went against protocol.

And they're talking so much about how the guy was definitely drunk. So drunk that obviously everyone could smell it off him. WHY DOES THIS MATTER????

DRUNK OR NOT THE GUY REFUSED CARE!!!!!

You might be wondering why I'm repeating myself but I was wondering the same thing watching the episode. Why are they repeating the fact that the guy was drunk??? And then Hen thinks all of them betrayed her because they don't know for a fact if the dude was drunk or not.

Hen's ranting to Karen (omg Karen hi!!! 🥰🥰🥰 I'm so sorry this is your only scene 😭😭😭) saying,

"I just feel like if I was any other captain, I would not have been benched."

Shut the fuck up, yes you would have. It doesn't matter who the captain is, what mattered was who the victim was. I'm sure there's been times where someone refused care and ended up dying because of it. It's like that woman's dying mother with cancer who took a bunch of pills but had a DNR so when Hen and Chim showed up they legally weren't allowed to do anything. Even though the daughter was freaking out and telling them to do something, they stayed professional and said they couldn't. Neither of them got benched for letting that woman die. Hen's getting benched because the dude's mom was a councilwoman, not for any other reason.

Hen's upset cause she thinks Buck, Eddie, and Chim were trying to comfort her because "they assumed she screwed up", then she starts second guessing herself on whether or not she did screw up and goes on about how she thought the guy was an "entitled rich brat" anD OH MY GOD WHY WERE THEY ON THIS FOR SO LONG!!!!!

Entitled or humble, rich or poor, brat or dom, drunk or sober, IT DOESN'T MATTER!!!!

THE GUY REFUSED CARE!!! STOP HANGING ON THE MATTER OF IF HE WAS DRUNK OR NOT!!!!

And then the reports come back and it turns out he actually was drunk plus had drugs in his system. Whoopty fucking doo. That didn't matter nor did it excuse the fact they carried that stupid plot for no reason across the entire episode.

The guy. Refused. Care. That should've been the end of it.

*sigh*... I have a headache.

Sorry guys, I love 911 but this episode was a flop for me. 3/10. If not for the cool action scenes and beautiful transitions, it would be much lower. Hopefully things are better in episode 3.

TL;DR

The Lola cheating on Norman with Julien storyline fucking sucked, and everyone and their mother focusing on if the guy who caused the car accident might've been drunk or not storyline fucking sucked too. He refused care so it shouldn't have mattered if he was drunk or not.

[jaggedwolf]

my biggest problem with ted lasso s3 is that it flinches too early, too often.

to me, that's a cardinal sin. I can forgive a lot when I'm fond of characters - imperfect pacing, lackluster plot, unanswered questions - as long as I believe there's something real there, that there's a willingness to bite into the meat of the story before setting the plates for dessert.

you can't flinch from your own story.

what do I mean by flinching?

let's take nate. s2 takes him on a believable arc. he went from a (bullied) kitman to a coaching position, a job beyond his wildest imagination, but on the inside, he stays insecure. actually, he gets even more insecure. because the thing about nate in s2, right, is that he's oversensitive to the slightest hints of disapproval - like his father's apathy - in a way that makes him desperate for constant approval. and yet even when he gets that approval, it doesn't satisfy him, not completely.

he needs more, wants more, there's an gulf inside that cannot be filled by success. it makes him swing wildly back and forth between "i'm garbage, i'm a piece of shit" and "i'm the best, why the hell does no one appreciate what a genius i am?", makes him externalize his dissatisfaction with himself into cruelty towards will and colin and ted, makes him kiss keeley and then be offended that roy wasn't angry with him.

s3 seems to posit that what nate needed was success and validation. that he could fix that bottomless gulf by being a good coach, and getting a girlfriend, and having his dad tell him that he's smart. and all of that would make him realize he doesn't want to be like cheating rupert and then he's no longer dickhead s2 nate.

except. except none of that makes any sense.

the end of s2 sets us up with nate as west ham's head coach. we've watched multiple seasons of a show that's told us how much power the head coach has in setting the tone for a team, and were given an indication of the type of culture george cartrick encouraged before he was fired.

that season's finale makes you want to ask, geez, how cruel is nate this high on his own supply going to be? and then....s3 basically does not care. s3e1 gives us a token depiction of nate being a dick to his players and his coworkers, and then we never see that behavior from him again.

and I think I could have ultimately been okay with that, even if nate falling into worse behavior before climbing out of the pit would've been more satisfying to me. they could have had me buy that nate as head coach is so high up enough and so distracted by rupert and guilt that he has less outbursts than s2 nate.

but only if s3 didn't have such a warped idea of what it meant to show an improvement in nate. remember: a fundamental part of nate's shit is that for him, his timidity and self-centeredness are two sides of the same dang coin, a hyperobsession of how he's perceived.

you know that whole quote about how if you want to see how a person's like, look at how they treat their inferiors, not their superiors? let me give you a nate shelley version: if you want to tell me he's a much better guy than the one we saw in s2, you have to show me he reacts reasonably to rejection, not just acceptance and praise.

nate in s3 gets what he wants so consistently - he chooses to leave west ham instead of getting sacked, he gets the frickin players asking after him at the restaurant, he gets his dad calling him a genius (??) - that I have no idea if he has improved in that regard. I really don't know. (I also have no idea if he's any less weird about women, between that keeley kiss and defaulting to calling rebecca a shrew)

for contrasting examples in the same show, look at rebecca and jamie, who each made some pretty asshole moves without the show flinching away from it. rebecca's forced to directly confront how she hurt keeley with the paparazzi move, jamie has to prove himself to sam and the rest of the team - they had sympathetic reasons for their assholishness, but that didn't give them a pass.

and I understand the doylist context here. the writers did not anticipate the degree of rage many viewers had towards nate's end-of-s2 actions. maybe that's what led to the flinching away from how messy nate as head coach could really have gotten.

but regardless of the why, they still flinched, and it made nate's story so much the worse for it.

ok I have another complaint about flinching as it pertains to colin's arc this season, but I'll put that under the cut

unlike with nate, I actually enjoyed most of colin's story this season. how he navigates being closeted, tying it in to his visit with dr sharon last season, the night he has with trent in amsterdam, all of that was fairly well done, I thought.

but man, the episode where he comes out to the team? tore my suspension of disbelief to shreds. not the team's overall reaction, bought that, genuinely loved ted's bonkers football fan analogy and that colin feels free enough after to play excellently. the issue is what prompted his coming out.

you see, I watch ted lasso like I watch sports anime. I am not expecting a realistic depiction of male professional athletes and definitely not male professional athletes within a locker room. I don't question all of them crying at you've got mail, or all but one engaging in a pillow fight instead of hooking up in clubs, some of them cheating on wives. that's not the type of show this is, any more than haikyuu being that type of show, for instance. that's chill.

and colin's story arc coming out could very easily co-exist with that.

yet when it's prompted by a fan shouting homophobic slurs, as happens many a time in the actual EPL, and they show the team's reaction to that, they utterly break the illusion. because, to be frank, if this is a world where that's said by fans, just as it is ours, it feels ridiculous to watch an EPL team be horrified by the word. (and to be good about not saying it themselves!)

and also that occurrence implies that isaac and sam and other players (and probably nate, come to think of it) are also getting called all kinds of slurs from the stands, something the episode avoids ever addressing.

like look, I'm not asking to hear "faggot" or "paki" or any other number of slurs on a sitcom, of all things, but it's the show who decided to make this the plot point for that episode. it stands out that when isaac overreacts to the slur because of what he knows about colin, and then he and colin talk, there is an absence of any mention of the (targeted) shit isaac likely hears, especially after taking over as captain. it would've only made the episode stronger, given their friendship, and that colin was clearly frustrated with isaac's reaction during the match after he'd spent so long being ignored and yelled by him.

or, y'know, if they were gonna flinch this hard they could have had colin come out literally any other way lol.

ok i have some other qualms about the season (now that we know rebecca's endgame re: the club i mourn for what a consistent arc towards that could've looked like, and also jamie's dad can fuck off), but those were my two big wtfs this season. where i went, "bro, you're the one who brought this up, why are you running away from it?"

[seancamerons]

i am sooooooooooooooooooooo glad finally the world is seeing what scum justin is. he profitted off slandering women. multiple women. unfaithful, scummy, cultural appropriating and made a career off of ripping off michael jackson. the beatboxin', the improvizational vocal styling, the layered tracks, the dancing, the slandering his 'crazy' exes, the luxury he must've had.

must be nice. what a little cry baby bitch boy. what goes around comes around, like it's a friggin boomerang. ew. it takes two to tango, you're the one with the victim mentality. a class act, and i mean that in the most downright low down way i can muster. he is horrible. the absolute worst. he did the women in his life so dirty, it's never his fault, god forbid. pathetic.

boo fuckin' hoo, your anniverary was interrupted by your own dirty laundry, so what? what else is new, besides the fact you slandered britney. you threw janet and her 20 year (at the time) career under a bus. idk what he else he did, but he also cheated on jessica "let's evolve" biel, but that's not about her but, bold words for someone who took back their scoundrel, cheating ex boyfriend who cheated on her. i guess she likes sloppy seconds, they seem like they're so great. must be nice, once again. even if he has the upper hand, or control of the narrative or had it for, oh wait, oh about 20 years.

you know what the ex, the puppy love turned real, your childhood love, arguably the once 'love of his fucking life', in a romantic sense best friend, the girl jt was so into that he apparently was about to give her his name, and you do her dirty? dude, you can be so dumb, sure it was a sly dick move, but damn. that says way more about him that it be about her. life hands you lemons, you blame others and squeeze the juice in their wounds, liar liar liar.

so justin, while britney nursed a broken heart and had to grapple with a decision you issued this 'ultimatium' whatever, you didn't say you were gonna be respectful? i imagine they probably talked beyond the text to be like, whatever it's done closure for the pair, par for the course. when you were the first to be cruel, you were the aggressor, you were the liar, you weaved this narrative that it was ALL her. remember this, there's not a relationship with you, there's the other half, who should be your 'better' half, who was miles humble and sweet compared to him.

not to be all will smith or nothin' but keep her name out your fucking mouth if you have nothing good to say, that goes for everyone. like who are people who don't work, have retail, food service, regular people jobs with regular people problems, middle class judging a woman who makes money when she shits, sleeps, eats, dances and posts videos on instgram. why is it such a thing as to have silence in the peanut gallery in regards. "it would never happen to anyone" sure, jan. keep sippin't he coolade. cool.

so weird flex, idk. i'm glad i never bought into "big bad britney" the worst girl, the delinquent deviant, the seductress Jezabelle manipulator, evil woman, ice, stone what have them, there's always gonna be haters, but like f that. I'm on the right side here, not that it's a contest, race, spill tea, money grab whatever. idc who you are, but britney should be referred to as someone who isn't a tabloid joke, but a survivor with resilience and humility and someone who had unrealistic sometimes or big dreams but never really gave up completely even if times were shitty. she always had things to live for, and to do, but some f the things she endured were totally beyond her control.

she was very much chewed up and spit out. adored and then hated, and all the people going, "oh i had no idea, i feel so bad" i really think it comes too little too late, because for years i always assumed there was a lot we didn't know, and that wasn't really anyone, especially her family who treat her like a prized racehorse or cash cow, and not a human.

for 13 years, almost 15 years, she was a second-class citizen in her own home, a literal prisoner, she had zero say in anything. she couldn't drive or vote for a president/elected official. she was unjustly put under a hold that turned into a little over quarter of a decade imprisoned, her civil rights were infringed upon. yes that is something to share that must burden her, sometimes the truth is something that will set her free. her speaking i believe, equates to her healing. i know i said i wouldn't say things about this until i finished up the woman in me memoir, but i can't keep this from coming out.

it's just for once, this girl can catch a break and do what she loves. she speaks very candidly on her fans who she appreciates even at her lowest point, even if she wasn't necessarily 'running the show', she still had personality, passion and intensity that will keep her 'youthful' in the eyes of the world forever. her legacy is so strong, and i hate that it'd been marred by lies for years. slanderous, sensationalized journalism and south park, punch lines, digs, and general biased hate from other fans of pop (tbh all genres) music and more. if beyonce did any of the things briney did they'd (general public) turn their back too or they'd fight for her just as strong as barmy/fandoms related to britney spears/fans of other artists. some artists could get away with literal killing or unaliving someone, and britney would be like going to prison or some mental hospital for LIFE locked up till the 12th of never to be released and her family would assume control and she would die in literal captivity. people act like jamie was looking for brit's

his meal ticket, of course. of course she's married this guy who (i will say he takes care of mostly if not all of his multiple children with more than one mother, not that there's anything wrong with having biracial or even children who are from different mothers. out of his idk how many kids, he has 2 children with britney from when they were married for roughly three years who don't speak to her because they'd been fed this narrative for so long they see no different. federline literally implies she's nuts, so she's not credible so people find her narrative to be false, or use the rhetoric she has mental illness, while that could be something, if she didn't have dementia or some schizoaffective or bipolar diagnosis, well well, she might have some horrible version of post-traumatic stress disorder. everything i'd expected and even things i didn't know or weren't confirmed officially at any time are being corroborated like i didn't want to be right, but i was so on it and everyone thinks she's crazy, and gaslit, enabled this farce of a conservatorship, she needed to be taught how to be an adult, and her family mainly jamie failed her by making every decision for 13 years for her.

i was also ranting that, what kind of crappy luck to have a sister like who ignored her pleas, saw her struggle, and didn't do shit to help her, but freely went on dancing with the stars, the special corps for money grabs, looks so desperate.

she (jamie lynn) wouldn't even be a name out here if she didn't have a sister who was like it or not, britney spears. similar to the plight of ashlee simpson (jessica was the more 'famous' popstar sister, famously had a reality show with her ex-husband nick lachey in 2003 until 2005 or so which the show seemed to seemingly caused them to split by late 2005/2006) , nick & aaron carter (he was the 'kid' brother of one of the lead singers of the backstreet boys, famously dated paris hitlon, was accused by a former girllbander from the girlgroup in 2000-2001 dream.) if my sis was being talked neg about or was being infringed of her citizens rights, i rest my case. i'd go the f off!

i mean let's be serious for a sec, there was so much SO MUCH animosity and jealousy and "living in the shadow" or being "less famous" or too young to remember when things were normal in their families. ashlee simpson famously had a song called 'shadow' (Autobiography, 2004) not to be confused britney spears' "shadow" (In the Zone, 2003)

i do not sympathize with her. in wise the words of mean girl janis ian. listen up.

As Janis Ian once said, "There are two kinds of evil people in this world. Those who do evil stuff and those who see evil stuff being done and don't try to stop it."

[yuridovewing]

Can I just say how frustrating Vicky thinks being in a happy relationship (BrackenSorrel) nullifies the trauma one of the characters went through when that's not how that fucking works? I can't stand people that genuinely unironically believe that. Sure, Sorreltail wasn't made to be constantly traumatized by her losses which... is perfectly fine??? Not every character needs to constantly bring up what they went through or be traumatized little baby boos, but that doesn't mean she NEEDED to suffer more just... for having a happy relationship.

Like... you can tell Vicky has either never been in a relationship herself, or her viewpoint on relationships has always been extremely unhealthy....

Or both... it could be both... I don't usually make assumptions on people but these are boomer women with VERY unhealthy viewpoints on relationships it's concerning as hell and given Vicky hates healthy relationships in stories bc they're "boring" I can't help but feel she just wanted to force her bias onto the readers. Only Cherith these last couple years has been quiet and not spouted any bullshit iirc and that's only bc she's not really on the internet.

It's honestly why I consider myself the anti-vicky. GIMME those healthy happy no-bullshit-drama-for-no-reason-relationships OM NOMNOM what do you mean they're boring after the bullshit I deal with in this series I'll take boring over insufferable ANY DAY to where most of my oc couples are decent and somewhat healthy unless there are genuinely instances where I can see it being Unhealthy, not bc I want to make characters suffer bc their lives with one another are boring. AT LEAST make the unhealthy relationship make sense.

It makes the fact that she wrote RavenBarley to be healthy weird only bc iirc she stated somewhere she couldn't bring herself to sour it or whatever it was. Like, sure, good for you, but that doesn't remove Sorreltail's retconned death bullshit and how you hated her Vicky, or hell, killing DustFerns children purely BECAUSE she thought they were boring without suffering involved. All I have to say to both those instances is: Who gives a fucking shit? Not me, I don't want that bleakness, bc unlike the erins I crave healthy relationships inbetween the bullshit and I think many others do too. If you're gonna give it some drama, even if it's a little spat, make it work in a healthy communicative way. Don't kill characters to make them suffer just bc you don't like how happy they are, it baffles me even more bc wasn't she the editor? Didn't she literally PUT BrackenSorrel together? wtf..

Anyways this became a rant I'm just so angry about the Sorreltail thing and how Vicky treats relationships in this series when she was running the joint. I want Brackenfur to die this arc so that he and Sorreltail can reunite in Starclan and live the rest of their days happy and healthy and with no drama and suffering involved PURELY to spite Vicky.

The way Vicky talks about Sorreltail is just so uncomfortable. This may be a stretch, but it's almost like she can only see Sorreltail as a wife and mom, at least in later interviews, because she dismisses Sorreltail's grief over her parents, brothers, and children because "well she hasn't suffered enough and is boring because she's happily married."

I do think Vicky just has a weird view of relationships. It's fine to enjoy relationship drama, but she says she goes out of her way to ruin the romance because its the only way to make them feel real or enjoyable. That's why CloudBright is like that in TNP: She said it was too boring in TPB so she had to tease a cheating plotline to make it a good relationship (btw notice how a lot of these involve putting traumatized female characters in rough situations? How on earth is it comfortable for anyone to read about Brightheart experiencing dysphoria and hating herself bc she thinks her husband who helped rehabilitate her is cheating on her for being disabled.) Spotted x fire x Sand drama is also thanks to her. I'm pretty sure BrambleSquirrel being like that is because of her too.

I think it's fine to enjoy that sort of fictional drama (I am begging some of these cats to divorce and have drama over said divorce) but it comes across like she thinks that's how relationships HAVE to be. Like it's cute and if it's not full of strife then it's dumb. It's such a bizarre message to give to kids and it makes so many of these books more uncomfortable than anything.

Like I'm curious, do people ACTUALLY love the uncomfortable romance strife Vicky would insert? Does anyone like the love triangle plot in Firestar's Quest where Fire has to choose between a dead girl he crushed on for a month and his living wife? Does anyone think the CloudBright and Daisy drama in TNP is fun and interesting to read? (You cannot answer any of these with "well it's fine i hc them all as poly" cause that is not the intent and you know it)

[tophsazulas]

You mentioned somewhere that Donna is annoying you lately, so I'd love to know what you'd most want to change about how the character was written (and/or acted). Based on how she's described, I expected to adore Donna. In theory, Donna should be one of my favorite characters of all time, but in reality I range from being just "she's fine" to outright dislike (mostly past season 2!) It's so disappointing because I wanted so much to love her and to buy into her and Eric as an iconic couple, but I ended up hoping Eric would find someone else.

Yes! I mentioned it here.

Gonna put this under read more just in case.

When it comes to Donna, my issue is when it comes to her relationship with Eric. Both of them are flawed and make mistakes, but the difference is that Eric is always called out in canon and always held accountable, even for shit that isn't even his fault.

Whereas Donna almost never got that luxury. In season 1-2, I have no issue with how she's written, aside from the fact that her sisters were retconned. But after that, it's so much worse.

In "Eric's Panties", I can't get over how trusting Donna was of Eric until Jackie stuck her nose in. But my main issue is Donna's reaction. Like why is she even listening to Jackie in the first place? The only relationship she ever had was with a guy who cheated on her several times and would constantly pressure her into sex. She's not exactly the relationship expert. Even Hyde was defending Eric, and Donna still humiliated Eric and Shelly. And didn't even apologize! There's also the adding fact that even she believes Eric was lucky enough to be with her and boy did it show.

And then there was "The Backstage Pass" where Donna ditches Eric and doesn't even TELL him she's going to meet with Ted Nugent. Not only that, but she somehow believes that trust and honest communication only applies when two people are married? Then there's the cherry on top where she says she isn't sorry. Like wtf. If I were Eric, I would've broken up with her right there.

Don't even get me started on season 4. But my issue isn't even how Donna acted because I get it. I actually think in terms of writing, that's one of her strongest seasons. But it's the fact Eric is just Donna's doormat and he just...takes it. Aside from "Bye Bye Basement", Eric literally never claps back. She has so many more opportunities whereas Eric is the "loser".

In season 5, she seems fine from what I've seen sans her initial reaction to JH, but their attitudes about her relationship with Eric are no better and this goes on for seasons on seasons, so I'm not as mad.

Then there's season 6, where she gets mad at Eric for having fun with Jackie. Like Donna has a right to be upset that he tried to get out of it with her, but shouldn't she be happy that he did end up having a good time? Yet she's upset that her plan to make Eric miserable backfired and somehow he has to be the one to run after her. Her being like 'ugh' is a human reaction, but idk. They just should not have rushed the wedding and should've had a long engagement.

Also her saying they shouldn't have sex before their wedding because it would make it "less magical" is weird. I get what she's saying, like having a clean break. But like them not having sex for a bit and then doing it after marriage doesn't really do anything if you look at it from a logical standpoint.

Then there was her reaction to Eric dating Chloe while they were broken up and she was dating Casey. Like accusing him of cheating and somehow the mere possibility of them having being revolting?? Don't even get me started on her slut shaming Chloe. I've noticed this habit of her (and Jackie) slut shaming every woman they hate. And it can't be a coincidence that all the women Donna shamed are blonde (a pattern I noticed is that it's mostly blondes getting put down) but anyways.

I'm also very disappointed in her season 7 arc, with her and Eric stuck in this going nowhere fuck buddy relationship. Idc what anyone says, they were NOT dating this season. They called themselves 'bf/gf', yet didn't do ANY of the things people do in relationships. And then there was her reaction to Eric going to Africa. Which, her being upset makes sense. Her boyfriend is going to be on another continent. But her and Kitty teaming up to stop him from going is so selfish.

Donna herself even mentioned maybe wanting to travel, but when Eric does it, she's mad? And her being upset he "didn't include" her is ridiculous given that she walked out before Eric could even do so.

Also the fact that she, herself, post s2, seemed to believe Eric was lucky to be with her. Guess everyone's bs got to her head. And Red's bs advice got to Eric's head in s2 and so did everyone's comments after that. Even his own brother believed that Eric was lucky to be with Donna. It's so disappointing and he deserved better.

[stuffeddeer]

https://www.tumblr.com/stuffeddeer/734553783616536576/its-that-lurking-anon-again-please-forgive-me

Omg you answered that😭 I was genuinely worried you'd hate me for sending something so long 😭 I'm sorry about that but your response is great! I love discussing things with people, I hope you didn't mind it! 💖🥺

I definitely do see where you're coming from with him cheating but the reason I think he's less likely to is because as you said, the thing with Oda, he won't want to see someone hurt again, he won't want his love to be hurt again, he wouldn't want to go through that kind of pain again. It's quite obvious Dazai isn't stupid(I hope this doesn't sound like I'm saying you implied he is, I promise it's not like that!! I just realized how it might've sounded after re-reading it) and he's able to predict people around him's actions, he knows the impact certain things will have on the people around him, whether is be good or bad. He's able to know what they might do in certain situations, certain choices they'd make, emotions they'd feel etc and to me this means he'd know very well that whoever his love is, he'd know hurting them to the point where he betrayed them isn't gonna do anything but make them feel how he has in the past. I've researched into relationships where people have been cheated on in the past and many of them who have been so incredibly in love before the cheating, have felt quite literally like their entire life was ending because of this betrayal by their lover. Their pain is excruciating to the point where some may get PTSD symptoms and yes I know that might sound weird but a betrayal that big can be detrimental to someone's mental health. I don't think Dazai would want his lover to go through that kind of pain, Dazai knows the impact of a betrayal cuts deep and I actually think that if Dazai were to get a lover in the first place, that he'd get someone who obviously isn't average in personality, he's definitely go for an eccentric, probably someone like Oda, non judgemental, not much ego, someone who can surprise him even though he's not easily surprised, someone who can teach him new things. Someone he actually can trust and him giving someone his trust is a big feat for him and he'd probably never see himself letting go of this person nor hurting them. He would also probably keep his lover private.

More reasons I don't think Dazai would cheat is because in the past we've seen him break up with many women as Chuuya says "I'll send your address to all the women whose hearts you've broken." But the way I've seen this is in a few situations where him having a girlfriend or a relationship is brought up, he was very transparent when it came to breaking up with the women he was with. An example would be, the bomb that was used in Atsushi's entrance exam being sent to him by his ex girlfriend after she became obsessed with him when they broke up. Dazai talked about being very transparent with her and scolded her saying that it won't work out between them so she should stop with sending him bombs. I see him in relationships that he has no interest in continuing or pursuing, as being transparent and very honest instead of betraying their trust and moving onto someone else while being with them. It's implied a few times that he's had flings and he's the one who stopped it from getting too serious(I think that's another way he shields his heart).

Anyway so sorry if this is too long, I just wanted to clarify why I said I didn't think he'd cheat and believe me this isn't just me having wishful thinking, I enjoy analyzing characters a lot.

And thank you for the well wishes, I wish you well too, I'm doing better so thank you for that💖💖

i totally see the argument of him choosing to break up instead of stringing someone along and cheating on them! that's such an interesting way of viewing dazai, esp with the added reference of him tracking down the couple women he think would have left him a bomb (it was like his fourth call too does he have a type or smth..)

i agree in the sense that instead of cheating, he'd probably just apathetically break up w his date rather than continue to pretend he's interested... i feel like maybe he'd gauge the person he's with and if cheating would ruin them he'd know that and rather shoot them a quick text goodbye before sliding into someone else's bed. i still think he can be a bit sleazy from time to time, especially before joining the ada, though your viewpoint is interesting and appreciated!

andddd all of this delves into his more careless or ruthless nature, but he's probably had his fair share of kind and normal breakups!! i feel like i just spoke so negatively of him lol i love dazai promise <3

[thegeminisage]

WRATH OF KHAN breakdown

i watched this movie with catherine maulthots six days ago and liveblogged it incoherently on a notepad file on my phone because No Way was i opening this devils website when spock could die any moment. i am recording my experiences here for posterity

firstly i did know going in that he was going to die. this made me wracked with anxiety. more on that later. actually when kirk walked up and was like ha ha arent you supposed to be dead i almost lost it .5 seconds into the movie

absolute first thing was that we werent sure whether or not the thing in the beginning was a test. absolutely LOST MY MIND when i realized it was the kobayashi maru. every ten seconds during this movie i went "omg an aos reference" even though i knew it was really the other way around. somehow i thought mister perfect tos jim wouldn't cheat on the test so when they sort of hinted at what he did but didn't say it i was FROTHING to know more

bones's gay little posture. that's it that's the whole bullet

bones coming to jim's place at night was like the opening of some retro gay porno. DELIGHTED to find out that jim's allergies were not in fact an aos fanon but based in both aos and tos canon (re his little old man glasses)

mad that all of the movies seem to flirt with whether or not james t kirk should retire or captain a starship and then never resolve that question ever. it's like will shatner's insecurity about aging was leeching into the very script. girl we ALL KNOW what he should be doing so either shit or get off the pot

birthday gifts cute though. oh my fucking god. a book and glasses and he shows up with both repeatedly throughout the film

khan's tits were amazing. even as an asexual, even queer as a two dollar bill, i am full of admiration for what he had going on. he was rockin it

when they put the little worms into chekov and terrel cathy was like "omg THATS why they called them khan worms" and then i got to say "omg spn reference" instead of "omg aos reference" and we were so excited she wasn't even mad about it. also, they were so gross, oh my god, i couldn't look, she had to tell me when it was safe to unhide my eyes

meanwhile we're also mercilessly mocking the oversight that allowed khan and chekov to know one another. how did that plothole make it into production

EYE personally was very shocked at the amount of non-annoying women in the movie (two??). i liked both saavik and carol though i had to google to see if saavik was a human or vulcan. VERY cute that spock gave her the wheel to fuck with kirk specifically even though anyone but kirk being captain is so WEIRD. spock can be acting captain but not actual captain!!!

i ALSO knew from spoilers that carol had had kirk's fucking child which i may have accidentally also ruined for catherine so when a woman with an adult son mentioned james kirk onscreen we both became a little. unwell.

khan's "i shall have him" this sort of sexual tension is one of many things missing from into darkness. NOT that i want to see b*nedict c*mberbatch have that with anyone bc he is quite literally so ugly i have to cover his face with my hand when i watch into darkness but they should have cast a better person as khan and then made him have sexual tension with kirk.

cathy on the khan worms coming out of chekov's ears: wow, i love that! me on the same thing: i hate it

khan's "i wish to go on hurting you" no comment

khan yell REALLY GOOD. glad to see some things never change. william shatner was like i have been and will ever be a huge fucking ham

when carol marcus went "can i cook or can't i" i decided to go ahead and start liking women again. nature is healing, etc

if i had seen kirk pop that apple in his mouth while talking about how he didn't like to lose before i wrote gambler's knife. well. the fic probably wouldn't have changed much but my brain chemistry has certainly changed now. i can't explain w human words. AAAAAAUGH

spock's line about "sauce for the goose" was so out of character we had to check the transcript and make sure that was him speaking and not kirk. "sauce for the goose"??? sir, you're a vegetarian

the cgi was surprisingly good in whatever version we watched. it really holds up, which is ironic considering we had 20-minute vistas of it in the previous movie, where it was just okay

spock's death. i cried all the way through. don't text.

i did have a vague idea of what was going on when he melded with bones bc you literally cant avoid spoilers but i didn't have Details so i was very shocked for a second until i remembered

SPOCK'S FUNERAL. oh he would have been insulted to hear jim call him human!!!!! but he WAS

kirk trying to run away from his kid was really good. if i hadn't been blinded with tears i would have really enjoyed it. didn't like the "you've never faced death" bit though bc OBVIOUSLYYY he was on tarsus iv.

anyway then they panned to the coffin and i was like SURELY HES GONNA POP OUT AND SAY SIKE but he didn't. he didn't and i just had to live with that. and we had planned to watch search for spock immediately the next day but fate intervened and i had to skip it TWO DAYS in a row and nearly died. the end.

also, i didn't realize the book spock had given kirk was the one he quoted at the end!!!!!!! really horrible.