#discosally

[intriguingpeoplebyangelafloyd]

DISCO SALLY

Studio 54

Sally Lippman, also known as Disco Sally, was an American lawyer best known for being a regular dancer at the Studio 54 disco.

#discosally #studio54 #sallylippman

[luigipietrobono]

Quel che resta dello STUDIO 54 🥺 . #54 #studio54 #nyc #discosally #discomusic (presso Studio 54) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkmZ-3mOqWw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[scringler]

the word "dickriding" is problematic. it reinforces homophobic stereotypes that I am not being dickrode. where are my dickriders at???

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

Kinktober day 14- Double penetration

Hangman x rooster x f!reader

Warnings: vanginal fingering and anal fingering, semi public sex, dp, 18+ minors DNI

Once again sorry I missed a day I needed a mental health day yesterday

Taglist: @lovelybucky1 @discoseal @cyrene-world @harper1666 @marchingicenotes7 @itmejado @rafemfcameron1 @hangmandruigandmav @uwiuwi @iluvweasleys

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Jake was already feeling up the sides of your hips as you bent over the pool table; you smirked at his slight choked sound, already noticing you were not wearing any underwear.

“You're such a dirty girl,” he whispered before you took the shot. You weren’t subtle with how you slowly went back up, ghosting over his crotch and making him hiss. You could make Jake’s perfect persona crack, but what’s the point? His poor little ego would be so wounded and hurt. He gave his usual cocky smile before slowly grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him.

“Bathroom…now,” Jake’s voice was low and gruff as he eyed the bathroom; you just rolled your eyes before walking over there; you could feel Jake’s eyes on you, staring so intensely. It was a slow walk as you closed the door behind you. You waited a few moments before you heard Jakey silently open and closed the door.

“Up against the wall, sweetheart.” He was wasting no time, yet you frowned at him.

“You're going to make me do it on the bathroom floor?”

“I'm not the one getting dirty,” He teased before cornering you against the wall, his hand falling on your waist as his lips slowly met yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands went lower and lower. You squealed when you felt him grope your ass.

“You’re so fucking dirty, not wearing panties, trying to embarrass me” Jake slapped your ass, making you yelp. Your lips were going to be bruised by the end of this. Soon only one hand was on your ass, the other tracing along your entrance, “you want me to fuck you?”

“Why do you think I wasn’t wearing panties?” you pull away from his lips yet nearly buckle over as his fingers enter you. He gently caresses your g spot, making you whimper.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Jake groans as he keeps fingering you. His other hand is massaging your ass, slightly playing with your hole. Jake is getting impatient, so he growls before pulling down his pants and sliding in. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you both stand there. Jake doesn't hear the bathroom door open behind him; he freezes slightly when he hears a familiar voice.

“Am I interesting something?” Bradley's voice is light and teasing, making your heart start to race.

“Stay out of this, Bradshaw!” Jake hisses out, making Bradley laugh. The two men bicker as you whine in Jake’s arms, you need movement and suddenly the idea of being full from two holes crosses your mind.

“C-can he join?” They both look at you; Bradley smirks as Jake looks at you confused, “You said we can do whatever I want when you get back, and this is what I want,” you huff

“Are you sure?” You were a little shocked Jake didn't outright refuse it, but you were very excited now.

“Yes”

“Alright, Bradshaw, “ Jake shimmies slightly, still inside you, “get over here”

“Sir, yes, sir,” Bradley locked the door behind him as he waltzed over, “no moving until I'm inside.”

Bradley got on his hands and knees and began to lick your puckered hole. You whined into Jake’s chest as he tried his best to hold you up; it was slightly embarrassing to do it here, but having both of them inside you was so exciting. You hissed as Bradley put one finger in; your whole body shook as he scissored your tiny hole. How were you going to fit him? You had no idea that you hoped your practicing with Jake would help.

“So pretty for me, baby,” Bradley said, gently kissing your hole.

“She is mine, Bradshaw. Back off.” Jake glared at Bradley; he harshly thrusts inside you, making you mewl.

“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t move until I slid in?”

“Then hurry up.”

Bradley rushes to prep you, but you’ve accepted it’s not going to be enough not to be a little painful. He tried his best, yet you knew Bradley was big. Bradley was huge. Bradley peppered your back with kisses as he stood up, his hands on your hips.

“Deep breathes, baby,” Rooster reminded me as he pulled the waistband of his jeans and boxers down. You felt the tip of his cock poke at your asshole. He grabbed onto you as he slowly pushed in. You buried your face in Jake's chest at the painful stretch, and it took several minutes before you were accustomed to him. You felt so full, incredibly full. It felt like you were high on ecstasy as the two men held you up, even more so when they started to move. Jake groaned at feeling Bradley through your ass while Bradley growled, feeling Jake; it felt like you were going to burst, and maybe you were. You couldn’t even think as Jake aggressively thrust while Bradley just marked your neck up and down. You three were drowning in pleasure before Jake and Bradley's hips started to stutter.

“Need to be filled,” you whined as Jake just chuckled

“Is that what you want, baby? You wanna be full of our cum” Jake whispered as you just nodded, “then you better hang on, sweetheart, because I don’t think you're going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

[fictionkinfessions]

@ the furina in post /748408460475088896

Dear I am so so so sorry your system is treating you like that. Forcing a fictive to remove themselves from their identity when they very clearly do not want to is such a shit thing to do. I do not care what their reason is, they shouldnt be forcing you to hide who you are.

Have fun with your new blog dear, do not let your system strip you of your identity, you do not deserve that. I'd dare say theyre forcing you through source trauma all over again. Horrific behavior. Stay strong.

And if other members of your system read your post, or this one, do better. What the hell. Dont strip your fictives of their identities thats such a terrible thing for you to do. I know genshin is deemed "problematic" by some but problematic sources are no excuse to force your fictive to hide their real selves. Shame on you.

~An Angry Neuvillette. (p.s. I will discose I am not a system myself, but I am friends with several, and ran my anger, and the original post, through them before submitting this. Apologies if any wording is off due to that)

S

[tamurakafkaposts]

Just read your comment on a pro communist post...

People don't get that any extreme is evil and toxic for society.

I know many people that fled communist countries to seek a better and happier life.

So strange some would actually want such a world..

Hope you are living a happier and healthier reality.

Cheers!

Yeah... Now, I can say I live in a better way, somehow. Much better than when was a communiste regime. I can understand why people from very wild capitalist country are dreaming of communism... Long discosion. Buttom of line... Life is way to short... SO Just LIVE IT!!!!!

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

A non-exhaustive list of scenarios:

- The Winchesters leads to the original Supernatural canon. Likely, John loses his memories of his hunting adventures with Mary and the gang (possibly losing all his memories of Carlos and Lata and Ada and everything). My spec in this case: a desperate Mary is responsible for erasing John’s memories, as she wants a safe hunting-free life and the only way to get that is for John - who has fully embraced the hunting life - to forcibly be taken out of it. Millie dies. The others possibly die, or are forgotten by John and get out of Mary’s life because they don’t agree with her choice, or something like that. Dean is in heaven, possibly browsing heaven to go get Carlos and Lata and reuniting them with Mary and John so that they can be together again in the afterlife. (Dean says #polycule rights.)

- The Winchesters leads to the original Supernatural canon, ending up with John and Mary in heaven, but Dean is somehow able to give his parents a second chance, going back to their youth and be able to live their life as they want instead of the way god and angels and demons wanted, finally free thanks to Dean (Dean says #polycule rights). My lil cute idea for this scenario: he tells Mary “if you have a son, don’t call him Dean, because there’s already one Dean Winchester, the cool uncle that drops by sometimes to visit” and she replies “what if I want to name my son after his cool uncle :)”. Okay, this might be cool for a fic. But the show could make something similar to this, somehow. Also, possibly, the ending of the show opens the path for a Dean-focused narrative where he goes and fix his own life (get Cas back and whatnot).

- The Winchesters does not lead to the original Supernatural canon, but somehow rewrites it retroactively. Wibbly wobbly timey wimey etc etc. Dean somehow heals the past of his family, possibly giving also Henry and Millie a happy ending, and Samuel and Deanna a second chance where they just . . . don’t die, nothing weird happens to them ever again, and they and Mary heal and reconcile. And that’s it! Dean knows what happened in the original timeline, but he says #polycule rights and shoves Chuck’s version into the trash can. Too sugary? Maybe, but maybe we need something wholesome and gentle for once. And again, Dean fixing is family is the first step to go and fix his own life (in a gay way).

- The Winchesters does not lead to the original Supernatural canon, but is a sort of alternate timeline. De facto this is not very different than the previous one, because, well, rewriting the past in a way that still allows Dean and everyone else to exist with their own past is basically to create an alternate timeline, so the difference would only be in how the show frames it. So, basically, Dean says #polycule rights and writes his own AU. Well, an AU where the characters are free to make their own choices. Which is what Dean is a fan of.

- What we (and Dean) know as the original Supernatural canon is actually false, and Dean is dicovering the truth. So it’s not an ontological rewrite, but an epistemological rewrite. Maybe John did know about hunting all along, but for some reason did not discose that to his sons. Maybe he promised Mary that, even if she died or anything, he would not let their kids know about her past as a hunter, or something like that.

- What we know as the original Supernatural canon is false. Dean is somehow fourth-wall-breaking telling us the truth to us. (Unlikely, imo. I think Dean is out-story talking to us but also in-story talking to someone.)

- The Winchesters does not lead to the original Supernatural canon, but it’s still just as tragic as the original canon or worse. Aka the evil scenario. Please no.

- The Winchesters leads to the canon of Apocalypse World. Well, that would totally suck. But also why would that be an option. And Dean’s role in the show would make no sense. So, nope.

- The Winchesters is another one of Chuck’s alternate worlds, one of the ones he destroys in season 15. Also a sucky option that would make no sense. Again, nope.

[yellowhearther0]

i am not a discorse-y person i say, writing a very slash hostile discourse post abt the current knifetrick discorse

[thebeardedblogger27]

5 4 . Vibing for Disco again, and the decadence and frivolous glamour of New Yorks legendary Studio 54. The party everyone wanted to attend, where royalty mixed with movie stars, Supermodels, rockstars and commoners ( if you were pretty and fabulous enough ), nothing was off limits! If ever I could go back in time it would be to the late 70s New York, a time of glamour and fun and of course the Disco scene! #studio54 #Newyork#steverubell #disco#glamour#dianaross#halston#cher#richardgere#yvessaintlaurent #louloudelafalaise #dollyparton#biancajagger#mickjagger #discosally#michaeljackson #tinaturner#elizabethtaylor #antoniolopez#carolinaherrera #gracejones#lizaminnelli #divine#vintage#blogger#the_bearded_blogger_ #pattihansen#jerryhall#andywarhol #rodstewart

[luigipietrobono]

45 anni fa, il 26 aprile 1977, apriva la discoteca più famosa al mondo, lo STUDIO 54. Praticamente tutte le celebrità del periodo andarono una sera a ballare nell'ex studio televisivo, alcuni diventarono clienti abituali - Andy Warhol, Liza Minnelli, lo stilista Halston, la principessa Diane von Fürstenberg, lo scrittore Truman Capote, altri facevano viaggi intercontinentali solo per esserci una sera, come la principessa Grace di Monaco. Tra gli italiani frequentatori ci furono Fellini, gli stilisti Fiorucci e Valentino. L'intuizione di Steve Rubell, socio del club con Ian Schrager, fu quella di far ballare nella stessa pista operai e star di Hollywood. Famigerata la zona balconata, antesignana delle moderne dark room, ma dove la luce era presente e illuminava uno sconsiderato uso di droghe e scene di sesso esplicito ed occasionale. Nel 1981 l'incantesimo finì a causa di un controllo per evasione fiscale che portò in carcere i due proprietari. . #studio54 #54 #ianschrager #steverubell #andywarhol #discosally #biancajagger #loredanaberte #linawertmuller #rickschroder #rudolfnureyev #cher #lizaminnelli #halston #dianevonfürstenberg #trumanecapote #fiorucci (presso STUDIO 54) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc1AtA4sXcY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[uno-writing]

hi so u know how back in the stone ages there was a talk about the bee movie so um i checked the imdb and NO ONE SAW ANYTHING WRONG IN THE REVIEWS EVEN WHEN INWENT ONE STAR ALL OF THE REVIEWS SAID NOTHING ABOUT HOW THERES A HUMAN DATING A BEE AGHADJHDDHBDNS ALSO NOW THERES A SEQUEL I THINK???? ALSO I WAS THE ANON IN THAT VERY INTUALLECTUAL( watch me say im smart andthen struggle to spel) DISCOSION (icant spel im sory) also thankgod the transfer was taking forever-chaos screech attack sister anon

OH GOD THERES A SEQUEL???? WHAT??????

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

The cost of the crown 1

Jake x reader (royalty au)

Summary: your kingdom needs aid and the only way to get it is to be wed to the future crown prince, Jake Seresin who rules with fear and will hang his enemies. Your people need help but can you heart take it?

Warnings: 18+ content ahead, eventual smut, mentions of pregnancy later on, depictions of Hanging and death. Other warnings to be added (love triangle too with Bradley because I like to make things complicated) Afab reader. Also arranged marriage

A/n: so this was based on this post by @lunamoonbby so this story will heavily revolve around that. I would also recommend @roosterscock take on this!

Taglist: @lovelybucky1 @discoseal @marchingicenotes7 @cyrene-world @rafemcameron1 @itmejado @harper1666 @hangmandruigandmav @uwiuwi @iluvweasleys

Jake had grown bored sitting on his throne. His chin rested on his hand as he waited patiently. For what exactly remained unsure, the moment an advisor walked in, a smirk appeared on his lips.

“What is it?” He asked, fixing his crown as his advisor, Bob, nervously fidgeted.

“They have agreed to our terms” Bob’s meek voice was as quiet as a mouse, and Jake just laughed.

“Did they now?” Jake rose from his throne, his footsteps nearing Bob. Jake watched as Bob’s Adams Apple bobbed from taking a gulp, “arrange a meeting” Jake's cape dragged across the ground.

“R-right away, sir!” Bob quickly scurried away, already starting to write a letter. Jake’s green eyes shimmered as the sunset. He’d have that meeting soon to settle the details.

Two days later

You had sipped your tea delicately. The garden was small, filled with roses. Natasha heard tiny footsteps approaching, quickly putting her tea down as she raised a sword and looked towards the bushes.

“Natasha, nobody would know we are out here except the other knights” You put the cup down and looked at her. She was always on edge now, especially with the threat of an invasion. Her eyes were transfixed as she saw slight rustling, her sword ready as she approached. You knew everyone was on edge, even the sudden proposal of a slight treaty between yours and Seresin’s kingdom.

“Show yourself!” She yelled, taking a swing. You flinched before a loud clink of swords.

“Jesus, Nat, warn a guy next time!” Bradley walked out as, blocking Nat’s sword. You let out a sigh of relief as both lowered their swords, “I’m not hangman or anything like that,” you gulped, feeling your throat tighten at that name.

“Bradley!” Nat hit him on the back of the neck, “you know-“

“It’s alright, Natasha” Your voice was slightly shaky as you took another sip, hoping the tea would calm your nerves. They both looked at you with worry, Bradley looking back, ensuring he wasn’t followed.

“You sure? I wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to have to make peace with that guy,” Bradley said, sitting across from you. Natasha went back to your side. You took a deep breath; you couldn’t keep it a secret from them.

“I said…yes” your leg bounced anxiously, and both eyes widened. Bradley gripped the hilt of his sword.

“Why would you do that?” Bradley asked. He noticed the sad look in your eyes. He knew why, but the last thing he wanted was for the kingdom to have anything involved with the hangman.

“Our kingdom needs the aid, and prince Seresin can provide us with that” you sounded way too much like your father, making Bradley roll his eyes. He hates hearing you take care of the kingdom before yourself.

“She’s right, Bradley; at least King Maverick allowed her some say in the decision,” Natasha said, almost scolding him. Bradley pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This would be different if it were some random loser, but this is hangman we are discussing here. We don’t know his motives,” Bradley rebutted as you sat in thought.

“For the crown prince to become king is for him to be wed,” you said as you stirred your tea, “and for Jake to have the most power available to him for our Kingdom to be safe.”

“But is that what you want?” Bradley asked, reaching out for your hand and squeezing it slightly. If you were being honest, no, you didn’t want that. What you wanted didn’t matter.

“I want all of you to be safe,” you whispered, retracting your hand from Bradley. He frowned as Natasha watched the sun.

“We should head back, the sun is going down, and I don’t want to risk it,” Natasha said as she walked over towards the horse and Carriage, “did you walk here?” Natasha asked Bradley, suddenly noting his horse was nowhere to be found.

“Yeah?” He looked at her, momentarily confused, before realizing he would have to walk back; Bradley had usually ridden with you in the carriage since he was a kid and a knight in training. It became a problem when he finally became a real knight as people began to spread rumors, none of which were true, but you had to tell him you couldn’t do that anymore. He doubled check to ensure room for two drivers yet quickly shot down.

“It’s alright, he can-“ You were cut off as sounds of horns were heard in the distance, you froze, and Natasha grabbed you like you weighed nothing. Bradley looked over the hill as several figures emerged. His hand hadn’t left his sword's hilt since he had sat down, finally drawing it.

“Bradley, get inside,” Natasha whispered while she threw you inside the carriage; Bradley gritted his teeth, “Bradley.”

“Go! I’ll distract them,” He said as he saw them charge down the hill. He walked towards the mass of knights at the top of the mountain, his armor rattling. His breath was steady, calming his nerves before gasping as Nat grabbed him by the neck and dragged him back to the carriage.

“Inside now!” She pushed him inside, and you made room for him as Nat closed the door. You were shaken up, and Bradley placed a hand on your knee.

“Eyes on me. Don’t look outside,” Bradley whispered; you frantically nodded and stared directly at him, pupils wide. You felt the carriage jolt, and the horse whinnied. The horses' hoofs rang throughout the valley as they ran down the hill. You nearly glanced out the window, yet Bradley gently cupped your face, “eyes on me,” he reminded as you gulped. You could hear Natasha curing under her breath quite loudly. You took several deep breaths before it all hit you at once.

“The tea set!” You gasped and tried to look back, but Bradley still wouldn’t let you. He saw your breathing getting uneven and pupils going even more expansive, “we have to go back to the tea set -“

“We have to get you back to the kingdom,” he whispered. Your eyes began to well with tears; Bradley gently wiped them away, “I’m sure your dad will-“

“That was my father’s set….” You whispered, voice shaky as you tried to get a sob from bubbling out of your throat. Bradley went pale, looking back as he saw the small table you had set up getting further from view. He kept looking back at you and the small garden. His chest tightened before looking at you.

“You are my number one priority right now. Going back would be too dangerous” You glared at him and balled your hands into fists. You wanted to tell him to go and get it, yet the words wouldn’t come out. He saw the tears stream down your warm cheeks “order me to go back for it.”

“I can’t,” You said immediately, and he shook his head. You never ordered him or Nat. They always took the initiative as it was a part of their training. However, you had to get used to ordering them, even over something minor.

“If you want me to get it, you have to order me to do it” Bradley’s voice was soft, yet you shook your head. He firmly squeezed your knee, “tell me to “

“I’m not letting you die like your dad!” You shouted at him, tears coming from your eyes like it was never-ending. Time froze, and Bradley soon kept his mouth shut. You covered your mouth out of shock as he said back, bringing his hands back to his sides, you wanted to say sorry, but nothing came out. Luckily the sound of the gates opening quite frantically assured you it was safe. The sounds of the guards were heard as the gates shut. You caught your breath as the carriage opened. You expected your father to be the one to do it; you felt your knees give out as you landed in front of an unfamiliar pair of boots and a cape. You slowly looked up. Your eyes widened, seeing who it was.

“I'm glad you're safe, Princess.”

“Prince Jake! I wasn't expecting you so soon” Jake offered his hand and gently helped you. Your heart pounded as Jake smiled, Bradley soon left the carriage as well, and Jake’s sword quickly drew as it was pointed at Bradley. You froze as make pulled you closer to him.

“I wanted to finalize the details with you as soon as possible. Now, who is this?” Jake asked as his knights soon brought Bradley down to his knees with much force. Jake delicately tipped Bradley’s chin with his sword, “someone I need to hang, perhaps?”

“N-No! He's my knight!” you quickly got in front of Jake, “he umm, I ordered him to protect from inside the carriage as we had to suddenly leave in such a hurry that he couldn't calm his horse!” Natasha glanced between you and Bradley, and soon people gathered around.

“So he won't cause us any trouble?” Jake moved his sword, his green eyes bearing into you.

“No, I will assure you he won't,” you promised and looked back to Bradley. He was glaring and about to say something, yet you gestured for him to keep quiet. Jake lowered his sword, putting it back in his sheath as tensions were lowered. You took a deep breath, looking around as the townspeople were whispering. You thought you were in the clear until you saw a stone thrown at Jake’s shoulder. You let out a squeak before backing away. Jake’s eyes lowered as he turned to face who did it. An old shopkeeper huffed as he crossed his arms.

“We don't want you here,” The old shopkeeper kissed out. Bradley stood to his feet as he stared. Jake’s eyes lowered.

“Princess, you have a gallows here, correct?” Jake asked coldly, his knights already walking towards the older man. Bradley tried to walk past you, but you stopped him.

“We do; we do not use them unless a person is found guilty of a crime,” You said, walking next to him, “this man has not committed any crime, but I will promise to have him punished for such rudeness.”

“So you do not have attacking royalty as a crime?” he asked, his knights already surrounding the man. His eyes were suddenly filled with fear, looking at you pleadingly.

“We do, but that is only for extreme circumstances!” you glanced at the man as he was grabbed and dragged over to Jake and you.

“What kind of circumstances?”

“Like assassination or assault,” you said as Jake glared down at the old man, who was now on his hands and knees.

“But assassination and assault are classified as two separate crimes, am I correct?” Bradley strolled over to where you and Jake were, “I thought you said your knight wouldn't be a problem?” Natasha pulled Bradley back. You couldn't look at the older man as he tried to plead.

“I'm sorry, your highness! I won't do it again; please spare me!” The older man pleaded, even kissing Jake’s boot and your delicate heel.

“That's what they say, yet I know what you bastards do in the shadows” Jake slapped the old man making you gasp, “I know what you plot!”

“That is enough!” you shouted and grabbed make by the arm, “this is my kingdom! And my father must have told you this behavior wouldn't be allowed!” Jake scoffed before getting out of your grip.

“He told me only to use my methods unless necessary, and this is necessary to set an example” Jake turned to the crowd and began to hike to the gallows, his knights not far behind him as he dragged the old man through the dirt right past you.

“That son of a” Bradley growled, yet you stopped him, pressing a hand to his chest, your aching.

“I order you and Natasha not to interrupt,” You whispered. They both looked at you and then back at each other.

“But-”

“No matter how much panic there is amongst the people, you are not to engage” you walked towards make, leaving Bradley and Natasha to watch. The townspeople stood back out of fear; the older man tried to escape yet was quickly caught again. The rope was quickly wrapped around his neck, pleading for mercy.

“Let this be a warning. It those who step out of line, this will be the punishment,” Jake shouted at the rest of the townspeople as they gathered. The older man watched as several people tried to come forward, yet Jake’s knights stopped all of them. He walked towards the lever, the older man crying before the floor dropped beneath him.

***

You were silent at dinner. Jake sat and glanced at you. You felt ill after what you had just watched. Your father cleared his throat.

“We should start making the wedding arrangements soon, and he said with a smile as you weakly looked at him.

“Yes, of course,” you put down your fork, “when would you like to be married, Jake?” Jake sat back in his chair, looking directly at you.

“Well, the people will try and stage something if today wasn't an indicator,” Jake said, taking a small but from his roasted beef. You just angrily stabbed your fork into yours.

“They will only be more fearful of you after today,” You hissed as you hit the table. Jake didn't move an inch, “now, because of your actions, I have to reassure them!” Jake did nothing, and he did not move.

“That’s enough! If this is to work, you both need to compromise,” Your father scolded you, causing you to stab your knife into the table.

“I'm, going to my room!” you stormed off and slammed the don't, leaving just your father and Jake, “we can discuss this tomorrow!”

You screamed into your pillow, and you hated this arrangement. You hated Jake, you hated-

“Pssst, it’s me!” Bradley said as he crawled through your window. You nearly shrieked at him, yet he held a hand over your mouth, “you want them to hear?”

“No, but you have to stop scaling the castle,” you whispered, touching Bradley’s cheek. The rumors people spread weren’t necessarily true, but some weren’t untrue. His lips softly kissed your skin as he tried to undress you, “Bradley! We can’t do this” you gently grabbed his hands.

“But I love you” he kissed your forehead, hand landing on your waist. He straddled you, his hands going towards your breasts, “am I going to have to do it with your dress on again?”

“You're not mad at me?”

“You were angry and a lot of pressure has been out on you,” he said getting frustrated as he tried to not tear the strings, “so am I going to do this myself?”

“No, just let me get out of it first” You giggled and pushed him off you. He sat on the bed and watched as you slowly began to take off your dress. It wasn’t anything fancy, easy to take off since it was just for leisure, “a little help?” you said, turning around and pointing to the strings keeping your dress clinging to your body. Bradley’s eyes didn’t leave as your dress fell from your body gracefully. He had gotten used to how your dresses worked for the most part. He guided your body to him, and you could feel his trousers tenting. He kissed your neck feverishly, hands caressing your skin. You enjoyed this, and you loved your time with Bradley. It was, however, controversial if people had found out you and one of your knights were doing this….if Jake had found out.

“Bradley,” You said breathlessly, your hand caressing the scars on his face; he was about to kiss your lips, but you stopped him.

“What’s wrong? You usually love when I kiss you” he frowned as you got off of him.

“We can’t do this, not when-“

“Not while the hangman is here?” He sat up, looking at your vanity; you sat on the stool and sighed.

“Yes, not while my future husband is here,” you mumbled, taking your elegant necklace off. It felt weird to say, foreign.

“You’re going to do it then?” Bradley whispered, that familiar ache in your heart returning.

“I don’t have a choice, Bradley….we need aid” you took your earrings off next, staring at your reflection. Your crown resting on your head like it weighed nothing, but it cost everything, “besides I’m sure plenty of people would love their fill of-“

“But I only want you,” his voice was soft and tender; you turned to look at him, his eyes sadly looking into yours, “only you.”

“Bradley….you can’t have me. My duties lie with-“

“To hell with duties! You should be able to have a life!” Bradley was almost too loud, and now you were too aware of Jake’s presence in the castle. He stood with anger and spite, “we can run away far from here, nobody will find us and-“

“This isn’t a fairy tale, Bradley” You looked at him and then at your hands; this next part wasn’t going to be easy to tell, “I…when Jake and I get married, I…I will” you were about to cry, and all the anger in Bradley’s disappeared, his only thought was to worry about you.

“When Jake and I are wed, this will no longer be my kingdom,” you said, still trying not to cry. Bradley was confused for some time, yet you saw the realization.

“You mean, you’re going away?” He asked softly. Your lip quivered, but you managed to nod. Bradley hadn’t seen you leave the kingdom since you were young, you had to be taken to somewhere outside the kingdom, but this wouldn’t be six months…this could mean eternity.

“But the king doesn’t have any more children! Our kingdom will die!” Your eyes sadly looked into his.

“My father…has always been orthodox with his methods, and you’ve been around me my whole life,” your father said, not saying anything to Bradley until after the wedding.

“You can’t be serious, and I’m not-“

“He trusts you, and at this point, many people view you as a possible successor” You glanced at the door, ensuring it was locked.

“But I wasn’t born into this family. They will-“

“I wasn’t either, I have no blood relation to my father, and the people view me as their princess” you gently took his hands and held them.

“You’ve been trained your whole life to be a princess, to be queen! I’m supposed to be a night I-“ you squeezed his hands and sadly smiled at him.

“Can you do one last favor for me, Bradley?” You asked as a breeze blew through your window, the night cold. He nodded with a gulp, “promise me when I married to Jake and leave…that you will take the crown.”

***

The ceremony came quicker than you thought, you’d expected a month, but Jake insisted on having it only a week after his arrival; there was no time to do it in Jake’s kingdom, so all had to be done in yours, or what would no longer be yours. You fiddled with the dress given to you, and it had been an heirloom of Jake’s family. The bastard brought it with him; your eyes were on the ground, tiny raindrops already hitting it. You were told that it rained on your wedding day. It was good luck. None of this felt excellent or lucky; you saw as the townspeople cleared the way making a path for you to walk. They were not happy; they were mourning. They would never have you as a future queen; you were Hangman’s now. You thought of the tea set you had lost; your fathers set well, in a way, he was your other father. Mav’s knight, Tom, or as you both called him, Ice, was close to your family. He had taught you while your father was off attending to duties.

“Of course, the impure would get married to a monster” someone whispered, making you stop. You hadn’t been called that in a very long time, “good riddance, she must have been born from a whore our king took pity on” that was always the theory, despite the fact your father had found you from a nearby village that was raided and burnt to a crisp. Your father had seen you wailing, hidden in a safe space, so the story goes.

“You dare say such things about our future king's wife?” One of Jake’s knights escorting you to the castle has said, raising his sword.

“Ignore them,” you told him. The knight stopped for a moment but looked at you. His helm had hidden his face, but he was confused.

“But my princess! This heathen has spoken treacherous lies!”

“And I order you to ignore them! If I am to be your future queen, you will listen to me!” You hissed with a glare that made him tremble; the knight stood with a sword in hand until another one of Jake’s knights placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Listen to what he says” that was all it took for the other knight to put his sword away and continue to escort you. Natasha was in the crowd, making sure none stepped out of line. She didn’t say a word, only glanced at the ground. The walk was painful almost as you finally made it to the castle doors; Bradley stood outside, and he looked at you. You paid him no attention as the doors were opened to you. Jake stood at the alter, his meer aura making you afraid. Your father stood by him as you gracefully walked up to the both of them, a veil covering your face. You didn't pay attention to the priest that Jake chose to officiate, your mind was swirling until you realized you had said all of your I do’s.

“You may now kiss the bride” Your kind cane reeling back at those words, the sudden weight crushed you. Jake’s green eyes met yours as he lifted your veil. Leaning close to you, everything was happening too fast. The safety of your kingdom mattered more, you knew that. The end of what you once knew ended as his lips pressed to yours.

[freezing82]

You guys, I was reading ‘The point of a gun’ by @writeradamanteve on AO3 and she mentions something that - as per usual - the writers forgot/didn’t care to fully discose: the Coopers’ house ownership. Should we take for granted that when Gladys Jones left town - again and for good this time - she simply signed some papers and transferred the ownership back to Alice or what? She mentioned the mortgage but, do we know for sure? So now Gladys, JB and FP are getting money from the Coopers? LOL We’ll never know, I guess. Of course it’s a minor detail, but still. Am I surprised? NoThey forgot about Betty being kicked out of the FBI, why should a small detail such as the ownership of a house should matter? This, my friends, is another point in favor of our amazing fandom writers who remember and care about the show and the characters in a way the authors/wirters never will.

That’s a fact.

[our-future-is-up-to-us-2]

Our Union Leader

Orpheus had walked great lengths in his time, of course, the road to hell, down to Hadestown, and even past that as he meandered through the suburban streets. 

He couldn’t help but think about just how Crutchie would feel. With both legs, but a limp, and one whole leg weaker than the other, he probably couldn’t do a lot of things. Dancing would be difficult, walking is an obvious difficulty, making his way through crowds… Kicking as a form of self-defence, even! Even with all these seemingly real disadvantages, the other was making good pace, pausing as they approached a set of stairs. Orpheus blinked, gazing up to the top, then back down at the boy… A long climb. 

“Crutchie- Crutchie?” Orpheus offered hesitantly, and he flicked his head around, “You realise this is a bunch of stairs. Are you ever worried about hurting yourself?” 

“Woith the climb! Sides, this is a safe place I’s can’t discose!” He flicked his head back and Orpheus watched as his hair flew in all directions. Then Crutchie began to climb, and boy, it was a process. It didn’t take too long, but the methodology to it and that constant rhythm was something he didn’t expect. Start with one leg, push the crutches to support the other, step up, move crutches, balance and repeat. The poet walked cautiously behind, also using the handrail. What was up above him simply seemed like another balcony. How was that going to be safe?! Maybe it was just a place that Crutchie felt a certain air of… Safety, and protection by. Images flashed past him in his head. The Newsies seemed to have a preference for being above ground… Surely not. No way. Orpheus didn’t want to think that far ahead. Crutchie might’ve been one of the nicer ones, but the rest seemed to be cocky, talkative, frenetic individuals that would most likely criticise his existence, criticise his and Crutchie’s friendship. They might even go as far as to hurt him, hurl insults, kick him out of the clique- He wasn’t even in yet. Perhaps the poor boy wanted to seek comfort in being part of a group because all he ever did since that time was roaming alone. Silence consumed the bustling city and Crutchie sighed softly as they neared the top. “Youse still nervus?” 

How was it that this younger seeming boy could tear apart his senses in the blink of an eye? Always seem to tell how he’s feeling? Deep inside Orpheus’ slender, rather shy frame was a world of pain, yet he had no idea that such a raw, exquisite kind of pain was that obvious to the regular eye. “I’m fine. I’ve just been- You know what? I’ll tell you once we’re ‘safe’…” He air quoted, chuckling a little. How long had it been since he laughed, or opened his mouth in a remotely positive way? Only time would be able to tell. 

“Youse have yuself a deal! I’d like to know yer origin story!” The Newsie puffed, pausing for a moment to regain his balance and breath, an idea springing to mind. “You know, maybe a few others would, too…” Before Orpheus could even say what was on his mind, the boy in front trekked on and reached the solid space of the balcony in no time. Orpheus smiled a little now too. Maybe Crutchie was just positively infectious! Both boys took a good look around, with the Newsie inhaling the air, as fresh as it was, and the poor boy staring nowhere but the sky. A blend of blues all mixing as one, white, fluffy clouds sugar-coating the atmosphere… It had never felt so beautiful to him, never felt so close. He raised his hand now as if he could reach it from where he was standing, feel the essence of the sky if you will. Crutchie laughed, receiving a glare from Orpheus, and the Newsie sighed, which made the poet drop his hand. Both of them exchanged a silent glance. Friends were never instantly attainable, were they? 

“Er, well…” The Newsie’s eyes darted this way and that because the idea from earlier was formulated now. All he had to do was put the plan into action. One of the many Newsies walked past and stopped in his tracks, taking one look at Orpheus and then back to Crutchie, causing him to smile. The mystery man was pretty fashionably dressed, sporting a white buttoned-up collar shirt, brown pants, a brown tartan patterned vest, a necktie and a cap that caught his attention. Crutchie wasn’t wearing one… Was this a fashion choice? Some kind of symbolism amongst the Newsies? Too many questions flood through Orpheus’ head, especially when the men begin to confer. “Hey! Davey!” Crutchie’s voice was something of a whisper, “Any idea where Jack is? Really need ‘em.” 

Davey shook his head factually. That was how he was. A plain man, yet proving to be a valuable asset already. He was a quick thinker or just a thinker in general, ideas coming to him like mad most days. “Is this about…” His voice was equally as soft, and the other nodded. “I saw him last havin’ a good talk with Race.” 

“About the cigars?” 

Another voice entered the scene. A loud one, yet it wasn’t quite deep. All three of them turned to the source of the sound, his shoes clacking against the metal. He was taller than Crutchie yet shorter than Davey by a smidge, and Orpheus didn’t know what to feel. He did have growing suspicions, however, that he was rather out of place. “Yes, Crutchie. ‘Bout the cigars…” 

“Jack!” Crutchie’s face lit up and Davey beamed too. They shared high fives and a few good moments of smiling before Jack faced Orpheus head-on, a much more serious expression glazing over what was a very calm, amiable countenance. 

“You.” He stated simply, a heavy accent coming through, “You a Newsie?” 

About a million thoughts raced through his head because of course, this mind could never stop overthinking as of late. Should I laugh it off? Agree and hope he falls for it? Disagree and have no idea of the outcome? “No. I’m not,” Orpheus replied, “But…”

“Bu’ wha’?!” The Newsies leader was rather unpredictable at points. One moment he was steady, the next talkative and upbeat, and another where he’d blow a gasket at the smallest of things. He blinked and placed his hands on his hips, his tan Newsies bag slung over his shoulder. “If yer plannin’ on joinin’ us…” The silence left after his speech was deafening, and there was no way in hell that Orpheus would want to cross this man. He felt his heart pound, blood race and rattle around his body. One wrong word and he might as well have been kicked off of the balcony there and then. 

“I-I just wanted to say, Crutchie took me here, so… There must be a reason.” He let out a soft chuckle, straightening his posture so as not to appear so… Small. So intimidated by Jack’s presence. 

The Newsies leader turned to Davey, who simply shrugged. He was new to all of this, too and honestly was just as confused as Jack seemed. Glancing over to Crutchie, Jack gained more of an understanding in their wordless exchange alone. That Crutchie-centric smile slowly spread across his face, and his eyes were wide as if to plead. Let the man in, Jack… Or at least talk to him. He wasn’t one of the rotten ones that left me for dead. 

The leader sighed and faced the poet again, who hadn’t moved an inch out of something that could’ve been fear. Perhaps anticipation. “Jack Kelly. Pleased t’ meet youse.” He spat on his hand and held it out for the other to shake. Immediately, a baffled expression appeared on Orpheus’ face, but if this was a rite of passage, so be it.

  “Right,” Orpheus mumbled, taking Jack’s hand and shaking rather loosely. “Nice to meet you too.” He nodded politely but wanted to gag at the same time. The feeling of another man’s saliva against his hand grossed him out much more than he would like to admit, so the minute the Newsie let go, he did too, wiping his hands against his pants. “I-I’m the one who helped Crutchie earlier, I think that’s got something to do with why I’m here.” He offered amidst the confusion. 

“Alroight then… Come wit’ me. Crutchie, Davey, we’ve got some things t’ work ou’...” They moved no further than to the edge of the balcony, where there was enough space for all of them to sit in a small circle. Jack sat down first, followed by Davey on his left, and then Crutchie on his right, which left Orpheus opposite them, under the scrutiny of all three. “What’s yer business? Whaddaya do fer a livin’?”

A question that became harder to decipher with every passing day. Ever since the turn, he’d been constantly moving, busking for food and money and seeking shelter amongst the nooks and crannies of New York, but before the turn?! That’s where his life thrived. Waiting tables, singing and dancing, entertaining to his heart’s content and well brightening up the lives of others. If this was some kind of assessment, then Orpheus believed he’d have to provide something of a correct answer. “A lot. I used to wait tables and entertain with my singing and my lyre of course,” He took the lyre off of his neck and cradled it in his lap, watching as the others had their eyes wide open. They mustn’t have ever seen anything like it… “Now I do something similar, except for survival.” 

Davey nodded, rather pleased with that response. Crutchie chuckled and Jack appeared to be taking it all in, still. “What kin’ of songs do you play?” Davey asked, curiosity evident on his countenance. 

The poet could feel a blush spreading on his face. Gods, he knew how much his songs brought back memories, even if they were of the girl who wouldn’t ever return… “Mostly love songs. Romance, if you will. Scenic description and vivid emotion are where my songwriting abilities seem to thrive.”

  “Play us one!” The blond-haired individual chirped, and the leader nodded too. 

“Show us what yer made of, uh…” 

“Orpheus.”

  “Oarpheeus… Huh… Odd name. Do go on.” 

A chill ran down the boy’s spine. He was filled with adrenaline, yet also filled with insecurity. Such visceral memories… Hades’ voice booming at him, desperate for a song of love, something to rekindle that extinguished flame. Was this some kind of trick? A trap or a test? These boys seemed kinder than all his wild expectations of them, but perhaps things were different before he showed up. He took a deep breath, hand resting on the strings of his lyre, and he sang. 

“I don’t know how or why, but who am I that I should get to hold you? But when I saw you all alone against the sky, it’s like I’d known you all along…” His voice was smooth, and frankly perfect to the Newsies’ ears, so contrasting to the banging and yelling of their own voices. They were all listening intently. What more was there to the tale? “I knew you before we met, and I don't even know you yet! All I know is you’re someone I have always known… All I know is you're someone I have always known…” Orpheus was only singing his parts, leaving it a lot less beautiful, but he was singing it for bittersweet reasons. He was still clinging onto her, her beauty, the mere memories they shared. They also asked for his specific genre, and this so happened to be it. “And I don't even know you… Now I wanna hold you! Hold you close! I don't ever wanna have to let you go!” He simply hummed Eurydice’s part here, feeling water sting in his eyes, “Suddenly I'm holding the world in my arms…” Moving his hands with precision, he played the notes that fit the tune oh-so effortlessly, oh-so fine… Orpheus bobbed his head around a bit, too, trying to vibe more with the song, but he couldn’t quite do so. The memories came flooding back. Kissing her, holding her, promising her that nothing would ever go wrong, yet here he was. A world where everything felt wrong because she wasn’t here with him. Biting down on his tongue, he struck the final chord and dropped the lyre into his lap, cautiously looking up to see staggered applause. 

Staggered applause from men he never thought would give it to him. 

“That was fantastic,” Davey whispered. 

“It was so raw!” Crutchie exclaimed. 

And as for the union leader, Jack Kelly… He was stunned. He had no words to fully understand the talent. It was one song out of many. Songs that could change lives, perhaps… Songs that could change their own lives… Jack gasped and looked Orpheus dead in the eye. “Yer an asset. If youse stick wit’ us, we sell papes, and youse be our music man.” Jack gestured to him now, “You make the ‘eadlines soun’ like gold wit’ fancy singin’ an’ jingles or wha’ever, and we take in the cash! We can split, course, but fer now we just need you. So, Oarpheeus. Youse acceptin’, ‘r leavin’ us fer dead?” Another saliva filled hand was held in front of him, and for the second time that day, he shook it. 

“Alright, Jack Kelly. Let’s do this.” The three of them traversed the space, and the leader introduced him to many of the other Newsies in the time, showing him where they slept, being closer to the ground, designated eating and common areas with everything so well thought out and formatted… He talked with many of the boys, dutifully remembering their names, and he knew that in such a short time, these boys would be raring to go. “Let’s do this.” 

[theconfuse-system-blog]

Hello there! I’m Remus! But the system collected decide on the name bunny, I’m a part of a system of ehhhg? Alters tho me and Mayson are the host and cohost. So a bit about me. I’m a fictive, so take that how ever you want . I fucking hate band (mainly because we like discosate in the middle and POOF I’m stuck trying to read I the middle of playing GOD DAM QUEEN.... and uhh. I have a dream to stream but sadly if we do, I would have to pretend to be mayson( host) so that sucks. also DONT ASK ABOUT ROLES IN THE SYSTEM. Some of use aren’t comfortable and yeah. Also here’s our foot

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