#first picture is so steven coded

[ruegoreos]

oscar and his emotional connection to blue sweaters

[virtualvault]

Just One More

Pairing: Basil Stitt x F!reader

Summary: You're going away on a work trip and Basil tries to get his fill of you before you go. But it seems like he just can't get enough.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, stalker type behavior, obsessive/perverted behavior and thoughts, free-use, consensual somnophilia, mention of male masturbation & voyeurism, thigh-fucking, unprotected p in v, degradation, dirty talk, teasing, spitting, spit play(kind of), hair pulling, choking, overstimulation, cum feeding, filming(general consent to do so in their relationship but no explicit consent given beforehand), cockwarming

WC: 3.2k

A/N: Was originally going to be a Steven fic but I think this level of depravity and obsession is so much more fitting with Basil. He's such a pathetic mess and I love it.

Your dynamic with Basil is simple. You very quickly learned how he is. His wants. His needs. So you were more than happy to give him free reign to be as perverted and devious as he’d like. Before you waltzed into his life, he had already felt like he knew you intimately. He didn’t stalk you, per say, but he had become a bit obsessed with the brief glimpses he got of you as you lived in the building across the alley from his.

He'll never forget the first time he saw you. You appeared in your window one night, the glow of your bedroom light wrapping around your body, forming a beautiful silhouette. You looked ethereal, he thought. Like an angel. You didn’t have curtains, but if you did, he would've broken into your apartment and torn them down himself.

 He never had the courage to ask you if it was intentional, but he likes to think you knew exactly what you were doing. Putting on a show for him every time you were in your bedroom, walking around fully exposed. Often times you were fresh out of the shower, water dripping down your naked form.

It had become a ritual. You would come into view and his hand would immediately slip down his pants. And in less time than he'd like to admit, he was cumming over his hand, tears forming in his eyes as he was desperate for it to be spilling over you instead.

Not much had changed since you got together. Now you just happened to share a living space, so it was a lot more convenient. He touches himself at the thought of you constantly, which usually involves him either digging through your drawers or dirty laundry to use a pair of your panties or any article of clothing that holds your scent.  Or he uses some of the picture and videos he has of you.

You had shared your collection with him. You had countless videos of you and him messing around but what he found himself using most often were the photos you would send to tease him, turning him into a pleading, desperate mess, just begging to touch you. Like the ones you would send of yourself with your skirt pulled up and tits out in the mirror at work, when he would text you and beg you to give him something, anything, as he sat at home counting down the minutes until you got back.

He particularly loved the ones that he took himself, usually of you when you're in bed and he’s standing over you getting off to your sleeping form. You two had a full free use arrangement, which he takes advantage of whenever he can. Having full access to you was a little overwhelming at first, seeing as he was used to viewing you from afar and practicing all the self-restraint he had knowing he couldn’t have you. Now he can have you whenever he wants but he still feels the need to do what he used to do; sneak around and feel a sense of shame at the dirty thoughts he has of you. He still experiences that same shame, except now he, and you, get off on it. 

You had come up with a code, though, a little red hair tie that you can slip on your wrist to tell him that he shouldn’t disturb you, if need be. You usually only use it if you're not feeling particularly well that day or if you have a long day of work ahead of you and really need the sleep. Tonight would be one of those nights, but you decide to take pity on him. You’re leaving for a week-long work trip in the morning and it would be nice to get some sleep. You struggle to sleep when you’re away from home and your partner so you want to just enjoy a nice night of slumber in his warm arms. But you know he wants to get as much out of you as he can to try and tide himself over until you get back.

Basil lays behind you now, staring at your bare wrist in the sliver of moonlight cast over you as you sleep. That's not what he expected. He momentarily thinks maybe you just forgot to slip it on. But he knows you. You’re very generous, always giving him what he needs. Not to mention your sex drive pretty much matches his, so you can usually keep up with how needy and desperate he can be.

But sometimes he gets in a mood where he’s insatiable. And today was just one of those days. He’s going to miss you terribly and he’s trying not to think about the next seven days he’s going to spend moping around until you get back. He struggles to be alone, and like you, he can’t get a good night's sleep without you there, his thoughts filled with nothing but you until you return.

 You had really given him your all today, though, moving around the house to fuck him on every surface you could think of. You ended up on the floor in the middle of the hallway leading to your room and you rode him until he saw stars. You had eventually worn yourself out and after your last round you told him it was time to shower and turn in for the night, but he still had that hungry look in his eyes. So, you decided to forgo the little red band. You were so exhausted you weren't sure you'd even wake up.

Now sleeping soundly next to him, he looks down at your body. He had wished so badly that you two could fuck each other to sleep, nice and slow until you both slip into unconsciousness while he's still buried inside you. But you were out like a light the second your head hit the pillow.

He’s behind you, hard cock resting against your bare ass. He shed his clothes, needing to feel himself directly against your skin. He decides to use your thighs to get off, knowing you'd be the least likely to wake up this way. He really wants you to get some sleep but something he never takes into consideration is his severe lack of control.

He rubs some spit on himself, and pushes his dick between your plush thighs. He immediately coils his body around yours, and you shift against him. He stills, worried he woke you. You nestle deeper into his hold, but your breathing is still slow and even, indicating you're still asleep. He gradually slides closer and closer to your center, until his length is wrapped in your folds. The slick he can feel starting to form makes him shudder and he starts thrusting faster.

He catches on your entrance and you sigh quietly, but he notices your eyes are still closed. The brief contact with your hole reminds him of just how good it feels to slip inside and he realizes he’s not as strong willed as he had thought. He needs to be inside you. He hikes your leg up and rubs himself against your clit and your breath hitches. He continues this motion and eventually your eyes start to flutter open. Before you can look back to see what’s happening, he pushes into you. You both groan and he attempts to steady his breathing, trying not to cum yet.

“Just couldn’t control yourself, could you? Fucking me all day wasn't enough? So fucking needy.” you mumble. He whines pathetically into your shoulder, the shame painting his cheeks red. The look on his spurs you on. He's already a mess, clearly desperate to cum.

“You can’t help it though, can you? Go on baby, take what you need.” you coo. He sighs in relief and starts rocking into you, slow at first but when you grab him by the curls and crash his lips into yours, he speeds up, thrusts already sloppy. His breathing gets faster and faster and you realize how close he is.

You pull away. “You’re going to cum already? This is the last time you’re going to be inside me for a while, not even going to try and make it last? Pathetic.” you tease. He groans, silently cursing himself for being so weak, but he can’t help it. Your warm walls hug him so tight; you always bring him to the edge so quickly. He huffs in determination and shakes his head.

“ N-no.” he stutters, trying to think about anything else other than how you feel wrapped around him, how the closeness of your body flusters him. He begins his movements again, slow, trying to stave off his impending release. “Faster for me baby, c’mon” you grab his ass, pulling him into you deeper, trying to build to your own release. You quickly realize that he won't make it long enough for you to get off.

That's okay, you're plenty satisfied from earlier and the thought of him using you for his own pleasure has fresh slick forming between your legs, making him glide into you even faster. He pulls out, denying himself his release yet again and rolls you over. He lays on top of you and rests his head onto your chest, trying to catch his breath. “What’s wrong, I thought you wanted to cum? You were desperate enough to start using me while I was sleeping.” another whimper escapes his lips

“Not yet” he mutters, then moves his head to latch onto your left nipple and begins sucking hard. You arch your back, moaning at the sensation. You know what he’s doing. As much as your breasts turn him on, they have a way of soothing him even more. It comforts him to mash his face into your chest, enjoying your warmth and your scent. When he’s calmed down enough, he slides back into you, making you gasp. He wraps his arms around you and begins rutting into you.

He realizes he can't hold an any longer and he decides he's ready to let go. He starts giving deep, sporadic thrusts and shutters at the drag of your silky, wet walls. You pull his face from your chest and wrap your hand around his throat. His thrusts are short and uneven, but that in combination with the pressure on his throat has his eyes rolling back and he's practically drooling.

You're desperate to see him cum and you start to tease him, knowing that drives him crazy and deeper into fucked out bliss. "Do you touch me in my sleep often? I know you sneak off into the bathroom to use my panties if it's taking me too long to doze off, but what do you do to me when I'm sound asleep?"

All he can do is mewl. He can't form a single thought apart from how good you feel. "Do you use my hands? My thighs? Tits? I know you use my mouth. I can always taste you on my tongue the morning after." He pushes his neck deeper into your grasp and lets out a choked-out moan. He has now completely stopped moving and is now getting off on your words alone.

"Touching me in my sleep, stealing my panties, spying on me in the shower." His half-lidded eyes fly wide open. He thought he was being discreet about that. Usually, he'll just slip in and ask to join you but sometimes he gets the urge to just stand in the hallway and watch you through the crack in the door.

"Oh, thought I didn't notice that? I can hear you whining while you fist your cock. Such a perv." Tears well in his eyes at the humiliation, but you know he gets off on it. You're not sure if he realizes it but you know part of him does these things hoping to be caught. Get you to call him a dirty boy, tell him how perverted he is. Luckily, you're just as depraved. You're basically living under the same roof as your stalker and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"I can't h-help it." He mumbles. "I want you all the time." His confession makes you smile and you pull his lips to yours. He purrs, enjoying the sweet taste of you, and licks into your mouth sloppily. He's making it messy intentionally and you know exactly what he wants. You chuckle softly at the desperation and pull away, strings of spit still connecting your lips. You tighten your hand around his throat and use your other hand to give a sharp tug to his hair, and he gasps. With his mouth agape, you spit right onto his tongue.

He lets out a satisfied groan and you do it again, this time getting it on his face as well. He immediately wipes it off and shoves his fingers in his mouth, not wanting to waste one drop. He then pushes his fingers in your mouth, swiping the spit right off your tongue. You gag a little as his fingers slip farther down your throat, trying to get as much as he can. He loves that sound so he does it a few more times, then pulls his digits back into his mouth and begins sucking on them frantically. He hums at the taste.

"You're disgusting." you sigh, watching his movements. Despite your remark, you love the way he's licking and slurping up every last drop. Your comment has him twitching inside you. As much as you would like to make him cum just by cockwarming him while your filthy words drive him over the edge, something you have done many times before, you want to give him something you know will put him out of commission for the rest of the night.

 ou push him off, and out, of you which pulls a dramatic whine from the man who was enjoying your warmth. You push him onto his back and straddle his hips. He whimpers, readying himself to feel you slide down onto his cock.  This is usually how you end things. He comes the fastest in this position so it's become your go to 'finishing move'. You want to give him one last ride that will hopefully satiate him.

Sliding yourself over his length a few times, coating him in your slick, you guide him to your entrance and sheath his cock inside you in one swift motion. You grab his throat immediately and he lets out the most pathetic sound. You can tell he's already fucked out and you have to stop yourself from laughing. It's honestly adorable how quickly he falls apart like this.

“Yeah? You like that, princess" you tease, in that sultry tone that goes straight to his dick. This pushes him right over the edge and before you can even start grinding on him, his back is arching off the mattress and he grabs your hips with a bruising grip as he spills deep into you. He thrashes his head back and forth on the pillow and he's sucking in short, shallow breaths. Once he's you've pulled every last drop from him, he attempts to open his eyes, not yet fully aware of his surroundings.

There is one thing he can see and feel as the aftershocks rip through him, and that's you. So, he pulls you down to his chest, and you bury your face in his neck. You start planting kisses up his neck and across his jaw whispering sweet praises to him. You then cradle his face, and rub your thumbs back and forth across his cheeks, in attempt to help bring him down from his high. You rest your forehead against his, trying to get him to match his breathing to yours and that seems to work.

You eventually move down his body to clean him off with your tongue. He yanks at your hair but he goes back and forth between pulling you closer and trying to push you off. Next you have to take care of yourself, not wanting to drip his cum all over the skin you just licked clean. Usually, he’d enthusiastically clean his spend out of you with his tongue, but he’s still recovering so you scoop it out with your fingers and feed it to him. He happily accepts and he lazily licks at your fingers while you stroke his hair.

You eventually cuddle up next to him and he moves behind you again, placing you back into his arms. "I hope that was enough. If you start to miss me just imagine me on top of you like that again. I want you like that when I get back. I'll ride you just like I did tonight, but I'm not stopping until I'm satisfied." you smirk and you turn your head over your shoulder to look up at him.

He gives you a bashful, almost guilty look as he points to the nightstand and says, "I won't need to imagine." You follow his finger and your eyes land on the phone propped up, pointed directly at the both of you. Your eyes widen a little. You've given him permission to film you whenever, wherever, but you're almost always privy to it, acting oblivious but knowing exactly what he's up to. A smile tugs at your lips and a warmth spread across your skin as you wonder how many more videos he has of you when you had been none the wiser.

You turn back to him, and say, "Creep" , but follow quickly with, "Send that to me." and he chuckles softly and nods. As you turn away, he pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck. It doesn't take long for you to start to fall asleep, warmed by his body and lulled by the rise and fall of his chest as you feel it move against you. Before you can drift off completely, you feel him shift, followed by his semi-hard cock stretching you once more. You can't believe it. You're a little impressed that he's even able to get aroused at all after the long day AND night that you had spent together. But, as much as you love him there's no way you can go again.

After a small gasp at the intrusion, you slide your hand into his hair and yank, commanding, "No. No more."

He hisses at the harsh tug, but assures you, "I just want to fall asleep inside you. Nothing more. I promise." You sigh. "Please?" he begs, and you can't help but give in. He's lucky you love the full feeling of having him inside you. In a weird way, it's actually comforting.

"Fine." You let go of his hair and he pulls you closer, now fully seated inside you. He sighs dreamily at the feeling.

You add, "But I'm serious, no more. Don't make me tie you down to the bed just so I can get some sleep.", only half joking. If this is how he's acting just at the thought of you leaving you can't imagine the desperate mess he'll be when you return. You can't wait.

[brotherofmercy]

once again thinking about The Worlds End and Pokemon. This time I talk A LOT about it

So if it's like in the original TV series (aka Indigo League), then I imagine all the kids who want pokemon first get them near the end of primary school, with the choice of the pokemon depending on the whatever the Pokemon Organization TM has decided are the 3 starters for the year. Since the lads grew up in the 80s I say their choices were the og Charmander, Squirtle, Bulbasaur trio

Andy:

I think he would've chosen Charmander. Andy was a feisty boy back in the day and I think he'd be interested in raising a fire pokemon. He would've been very responsible with it and trained it super well. However, that man is so Tauros coded to me---look at the way he charges at shit. I think Andy eventually added a Tauros to his team and came to see it as his main pokemon, maybe he even traded his well-raised Charmander for a good Tauros.

During his Miserable Business Man era, Andy would've made less time for Pokemon. I imagine he donates or sells most of his, and the ones he has a sentimental attachment to he lets stay at home or with a relative or something. That said, I can very much picture him getting rid of the Tauros because it's too feisty and impractical, but then secretly thinking of how sad it looked and regretting it forever. (As Andy is wont to do!)

Steven:

That man is incredibly main character coded, I'm saying he chose Charmander. Because fire is cool. I can imagine that he really thought he'd be a professional trainer at some point, but that he gradually gave up on that dream. However, I don't think he'd be able to emotionally detach from his pokemon very easily. I imagine that he has a small team and puts a reasonable amount of free time into to keeping them entertained, the same way a dog owner in the city takes their dog to the park and buys it toys. I can picture him training them so he can bring them to work when he's on a construction site, like training a Sandshrew to stay out of the way and play in the dirt piles, or training his Charizard to help the workers by flying beams around.

Peter:

I really like the idea of Peter choosing Squirtle. Number 1, shy Peter would've related to the pokemon that can hide in its shell, Number 2 it would've loved playing in his pool. I think Peter would be less invested in training it for combat and instead see it as a friend. I imagine that both he and his parents hoped the Squirtle would, on instinct, evolve fast and help protect him from bullies....but that it instead took after Peter's personality and became more of an emotional-support Squirtle than a protective one.

He'd keep it around as an adult. Since he works in his dad's company, he doesn't have to justify having it there, so he could bring it in all the time. I also imagine it as very well-behaved. Even tho Blastoise looks aggressive AF, Peter's is just a big loaf that's content to doze and watch Peter work. (That said, it would be really cute if Pete had Blastoise use its water cannons to help keep the cars extra clean.)

Oliver:

I say he picks Bulbasaur as his starter because 1) what with his early-model cell phone and fancy suit, I think he liked to seem ~different~ and ~more mature~ than his peers. Picking a plant type over a fire or water type fits this vibe, imo 2) I pictured Oliver watering and manicuring the Bulbasaur's plants like a hedge and I cant unsee it.

Like Peter, I think he'd be uninterested in pokemon fighting, but for Oliver it's because he's already based his personality on becoming a businessman. He wouldn't train his Bulbasaur to fight, but he'd be super meticulous with it. He'd totally try to show off how well he's raising/evolving it.

I can imagine him showing houses and asking Venusaur to stand in certain spots to demonstrate what the place would look like with decor (Venusaur would take this job very seriously). Maybe Oliver would get other Pokemon, too, but only so they can help him with his work---like a Ditto that transforms into whatever pokemon the clients own, so it can demonstrate how comfortable their pokemon would be in the house.

Gary:

I like to imagine that, like Ash does in the anime, Gary shows up late on the day Pokemon are given out and is stuck with whatever pokemon are left. I've also gotten really attached to the idea of Gary having a Psyduck. In most of the games, the Pokedex says that Psyduck uses its "strange powers" when it gets overwhelmed by its constant headaches. Some of the Pokedex entries imply that Psyduck has little to no control over these outbursts. This reminds me of Gary's underlying mental distress, as it occasionally leads him to lash out and is (in some ways) the root of the ""cool"" behaviours his peers admired him for in secondary school.

I like to imagine that Gary was super frustrated with getting one of the most difficult Pokemon to train/evolve. He wanted to trade it, but since he wasn't training the Psyduck well (if at all), no one wanted it. From here, I imagine that he kind of left it behind, keeping it in a pokeball and gradually feeling guiltier and guiltier until he hid the ball out of sight so he didn't have to think about it anymore. He'd try to get other Pokemon, but I think he'd be mostly interested in the aesthetics and never get very good at training, so he never kept a pokemon very long before trading it for a new one.

During his lonely era (after secondary when he's lost contact with all his friends), I think Gary would get more invested in building relationships with his pokemon. I like to imagine he finds a Zorua with shitty stats that kept trying to trick trainers into keeping it by imitating their pokemon. Gary would pick the Zorua because he relates to it, number one, but also because its eagerness to please makes it easy to train. Also, Gary would definitely want to use its transformation powers for deception, theft, and other mischief. I also like to imagine that he gets his hands on a Zebstrika, which he wants 1) for the aesthetic, and 2) to have a getaway method when he's not with his car. I really want the Zebstrika to be as impulsive and high-energy as Gary is, so he's forced to become a more patient trainer. (I want the Zebstrika to remain a bit fucked up tho, still occasionally zapping him or throwing him off even after he trains it)

Eventually he returns to his Psyduck, finally taking it out of the pokeball and feeling really bad about having locked it up for so long. I have a million fluff headcanons about him learning to make the Psyduck happy, like giving it things to cover its eyes and ears with so it doesn't get overstimulated as often. My favorite idea is that it loves to hang out in his car (The sound of the road, the closeness of the space, etc etc... it also makes Gary play its favorite songs over and over, which he enjoys doing)

[nekole-doodles]

Hello and welcome to my blog :D (This will get updated every once in a while)

She/her and Omnisexual :] (And chronically single, pathetically so. Probably cupioromantic :/)

Minor

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I mainly share and ramble about my AUs and headcanons for my current hyperfixations and occasionally post my art :)

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Main Fandoms(Hyperfixations): DSMP, QSMP, FNaF

Minor Fandoms: Hermitcraft(:O New fixation! Not Life/Traffic Series yet, sorry), Arcane(got demoted to minor fixation) Jujutsu Kaisen, Detroit: Become Human, Good Omens, Steven Universe(the OG hyperfixation), The Owl House, Gravity Falls, The Amazing Digital Circus, The Magnus Archives(only on Ep 16 ToT), Yuri!!! On Ice, Violet Evergarden, Haikyuu(more of an old SUPER hyperfixation rather than a current casual fixation but it still has a special place in my heart for being my first MAJOR hyperfixation)

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[ieatnomnom9823]

stupid headcanons no one asked for and make 0 sense

me and my friend enjoy in making the most shit headcanons to exist so i'm gonna share some of them bc why the fuck not?

princess kenny is an amazon box

kyle only knows how to play football because of how much he kicks Ike

cartman vibes to this video: https://youtu.be/PDJLvF1dUek?list=RDgBpdSlgR5qM (thats not mine btw)

butters has a MLP figure he literally sleeps with and treats it like his own child

everyone is sort of worried about butters obsession to that toy

the plural of kenny is in fact not kennies, but kennys

kyle not only kicks babies, but he also throws them

butters genuineley thinks the rickroll is a banger

kenny and cartman have the weirdest fucking pinterest feed *cough* maid catboys, shitty t-shirts, those random-ass pictures with text over them, like memes kinda but not with a very specific color text and font, the most random stickers and flags like bibble idk they really like bibble though also this totallyyyy isn't inspired by my feed *cough*

stan dedicates his LIFE to minecraft parkour. i'm talking watching those low guality parkour things with screenshits from the interent and he is a GOD at hypixel housing parkour (i came up with this because i have hypixel parkour open rn)

kenny is #1 lemon demon fan. i will NEVER change my mind about this.

craig literally sleeps with a fucking metal pipe.

instead of warming glasses of milk by pouring milk into a cup and microwaving the cup, he literally puts the whole fucking CARTON IN THE MICROWAVE AND THEN PUTS IT IN A CUP

instead of repenting your sins, cartman repeats his sins ( i just really needed to say that phrase today)

kyle is so weezer coded

stan's the type of mf to say "chat" instead of "guys"

anytime someone makes a dirty joke butters just akwardly smiles politely bc he doesn't get it but he's too embarrassed to ask what it meant

i found a picture this is exactly cartman and kenny's feed:

(that was my first screenshot since cleanig my files out other then the random bunny thing i drew in class cuz i was fucking boerd and had no idea what was going on)

stuart, randy, gerald, and steven (or whatever the fuck their name is) are literally besties but HERE ME OUT

randy and gerald are the silly besties like kyle and stan BUT stuart and steven (what the fuck is that man's name) are ALSO besties BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE IN TFBW IN THE STRIP CLUB THEIR WATCHING LADIES DANCE TOGETHER AND THEIR GETTING DRUNK TOGETHER THEIR LITERALLY BEsTIES OMG

craig has flying powers

butters thinks skibidi toilet is peak comedy and that is why everyone hates him (except for literally like 2 people)

why the fuck is his name dougie

FUCKING HOW IS CARTMAN EVEN CAPABLE OF HAVING CLOSE FRIENDSHIPS AND BUTTERS DESERVES BETTER

"life goes onyonyonyonyonyonyonyon" is literally cartman's theme song after trying to kill everyone with some shitty plan he got from watching Megamind or something

kyle literally has trauma from burgers he will NOT eat any burger if you paid him fucking 56,000,000 bucks

kyle is so an elephant he's literally an elephant that's his spirit animal

tweek is literally a turtle idk how i can't describe the vibe but he is ik he's SO not a turtle but he just... idk he is

kenny is a fucking rat i literally have art of me bullying him and calling him a rat

butters is either a bunny or a cat of a duck he's just silly like that

cartman isn't a duck he's a goddamn angry goose

stan is a bear or like a giraffe or something idk ik he's the main character but i don't think about him that much for me

butters is literally in choir guys

HOLY SHIT STAN'S AN ORANGE CAT

craig is the most beaustiful majestic dragon to ever exist

craig's literally my favorite character if you couldn't tell

kenny is too scared to eat cheetos so he eats takis instead

literally everyone loves megamind

[staceymcgillicuddy]

For the prompt? 134 🫣

This one's smutty af Nonnie and I respect you for it. 🫡

“Touch yourself for me.” 

Chrissy’s blush is instantaneous as Eddie fiddles with the used video camera he bought from the guy who runs the Radio Shack. 

“Eddie,” she says, like she’s not sprawled on a motel room bed in a seaside town neither of them has ever been to before, wearing nothing but the flimsiest pretense of a nightgown. 

It’s the first vacation they’ve ever taken as a couple—five years in, and it’s the first they’ve been able to afford, outside of an occasional long weekend with Chrissy’s paternal grandmother in Pittsburgh—and Eddie’s determined to do it right. Beach, beers, and the babe in his bed who’s acting like she’s not the filthiest freak in Indiana.

Well, North Carolina, if they're keeping up with current events. A beachside motel with the waves crashing just outside the sliding glass door that leads to a tiny patio and two weatherbeaten deck chairs. 

Eddie’s taken plenty of videos today. Chrissy putting on sunscreen. Chrissy in the water. Chrissy eating a shrimp sandwich and glaring at him for catching her while she chews. 

He’s not an idiot; he switched tapes for their evening activities. 

“Shy, sweetheart?” He kneels on the bed and lets the heavy camera rest on one shoulder while he picks up her foot to kiss the bottom. 

There’s sand on her heel. He gets some on his lips, then makes a face that gets her laughing, and yeah, that’s the ticket. That’s always the ticket when they’re trying something new. 

“Please, pretty?” He sits back on his ankles and puts her foot down at an angle that opens her legs just enough to give his camera a hint of what’s coming. 

Chrissy purses her lips. “You better hide this tape better than you hide your K, Eduardo.” 

“Lockbox, baby. Industrial. Triple plated. Bombproof. You need a key, a code, and a drop of your own blood to get in.” 

“Oh my gosh,” she says, but she’s playing to the camera now. Pouting and primping as she scoots back against the pillows and lets her knees fall open further. “Like this?” 

“Yeah, just like that.” Eddie doesn’t bother playing coy as he opens his fly, giving his boner room to breathe. “Let me see you.” 

Eddie angles the camera lower as Chrissy tugs her nightgown up. 

She’s wet; he knew she would be. There’s no way the lens can capture that adequately, though. The heat, the slick, the smell of her… yeah, that’s reality, motherfuckers, and Eddie’s the only one lucky enough to bear witness to the truth of that moment. 

Still, the camera’s picking up plenty. The moan she makes when her fingers part her pretty pink folds, and she touches her clit? Got it. The way her toes curl into the mattress when she picks up speed? Eddie likes to think he’s making art with that shot. The hooded eyes and her nightgown ruching up so much that she gets frustrated and pulls it off, giving him the perfect picture of her tits? Eat your fucking heart out, Steven Spielberg. 

And when she comes? He gets that, too. Zooms out and leans back to capture that full-body shot. Every wriggling, whining, foot-kicking, lip-biting squirmination of pleasure she can wring out of herself is going in that mystical goddamn lockbox. 

“Eddie,” she says with a sigh, fingers still fluttering against her sex in the aftermath because she’s never met an orgasm she couldn’t milk into overstimulation.

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Could you please put that thing down and fuck me?” 

Eddie doesn’t need to be asked twice.

Still, he makes sure that when he sets it on the nightstand, the angle will perfectly frame them while they do the do.

Art’s art, after all. 

Other prompts from this meme!

[nullarysources]

Bill Atkinson, Macintosh Pioneer and Inventor of Hypercard, Dies at 74

Steven Levy for WIRED:

My first meeting with Bill Atkinson was unforgettable. It was November 1983, and reporting for Rolling Stone, I had gained access to the team building the Macintosh computer, scheduled to launch early the next year. Everyone kept telling me, "Wait till you meet Bill and Andy," referring to Atkinson and Andy Hertzfeld, two key writers of the Mac's software. Here's what I wrote about the encounter in my book, Insanely Great:

"I met Bill Atkinson first. A tall fellow with unruly hair, a Pancho Villa moustache, and blazing blue eyes, he had the unnerving intensity of Bruce Dern in one of his turns as an unhinged Vietnam vet. Like everyone else in the room, he wore jeans and a T-shirt. "Do you want to see a bug?" he asked me. He pulled me into his cubicle and pointed to his Macintosh. Filling the screen was an incredibly detailed drawing of an insect. It was beautiful, something you might see on an expensive workstation in a research lab, but not on a personal computer. Atkinson laughed at his joke, then got very serious, talking in an intense near-whisper that gave his words a reverential weight. "The barrier between words and pictures is broken," he said. "Until now the world of art has been a sacred club. Like fine china. Now it's for daily use."

Atkinson was right. His contributions to the Macintosh were critical to that breakthrough he'd whispered to me at the Apple office known as Bandley 3 that day. A few years later, he would singlehandedly make another giant contribution with a program called Hypercard, which presaged the World Wide Web. Through it all, he retained his energy and joie de vivre, and became an inspiration for all who would change the world through code. On June 5, 2025, he died after a long illness. He was 74.

HyperCard very directly got me into programming; I still remember the chain of events very vividly. I had already been using HC for maybe even a couple of years at that point but very simplistically, just using the drawing tools and automatic button actions. Along the way I slowly picked up how to write code that performed those same actions, so I could make buttons that did multiple things in a row.

Then one day I learned about the "idle" handler, which HyperCard will repeatedly execute as long as you're not doing anything, and I had the thought: "I bet I could make something bounce around the screen." I don't remember if at that point I knew how to change the positions of buttons already or if I had to look it up, but I made a button that bounced around the screen like a screensaver.

Then I had the thought: "could I make something follow the mouse?" And you can get the position of the mouse pretty easily, so yeah, I could do that.

"Could the moving button bounce off the one I'm controlling?" Certainly.

And then it struck I'd basically written Breakout without any blocks. Oops, I'm accidentally become a programmer!

So anyway, Bill Atkinson dying is completely unacceptable and I've already filed a complaint with management

[millenniumcity]

1949: Vampires in the Night

Alan Scott tapped the microphone and spoke gently, “This is Alan Scott, beaming into your rooms, your green lantern in the night. It’s my first of hopefully many nights I will spend with you, dear Millennium City, and I’m ecstatic about it, frankly.” 

Steve sat in his room, listening to Alan Scott’s sonorous voice over a little bakelite radio. Steve Rogers acquired lodgings in a house in Fiddler’s Green owned by a woman named Dorothy Gale. She was an older woman who had something in the ballpark of prophetic dreams that helped the government during the war. The house was shared by him with Gale’s friend, Maya the Psychic, and of course…Paula Von Gunther, who lived in a room just adjacent to his. 

As Steve sat on his bed, he had a sketchpad resting on his lap. He’d seen the Green Lantern and all those JSA folks twice during the war. It’s hypothesized that they were kept out of the war by Hitler’s acquisition of the Spear of Destiny, but he always figured that was a cover for something. He pictured the Justice Society carrying out small raids on Axis castles that seemed to dominate the European landscape back in the day. “Greasing the cogs of freedom,” Nick Fury had called it. 

He drew Alan on his sketchpad. He represented him as a striking figure armed with his ring and his wits terrorizing Nazis in an isolated lab. Maybe he was projecting a bit. That was always his and Bucky’s game. Going into whatever freakish lab the Germans had set up and wiping them out before they could kill the rest of the world. 

---

Paula Von Gunther stood in her bedroom, staring at herself in the mirror. She wore a white and black Amazonian robe. The continuity of the fabrics was interrupted by a golden harness that latched across her torso and hips. Diana had called it the “Venus Girdle,” and functionally, it brainwashed her. She was a different person with it than without it. Anytime she’d take it off to bathe or relieve herself, she would be hit by incredible feelings of domination and wanting to terrorize the whole world. But, she was able to fight these thoughts back with the memories of herself bound by the girdle. The idea behind its magic was that she was pressed into loving submission by the Amazons, and in time, she’d no longer need the girdle, and she would be free of these ideas of nationalism and destruction. The girdle reminded her always that there were better ways to exist. The Amazonian ideal that was her task to bring to Millennium City. But how was she to do this?

Von Gunther set out down the hallway and knocked on Steve’s door. 

“Steven,” she said. “I’m going out, you should come with me.”

Steve opened his door slightly and narrowed his eyes at Von Gunther. He stared at her for a long time, weighing his options. He heard Alan Scott signing off, and Steve sighed. He guessed he didn’t have much going on tonight. He could use a beer. 

---

The bar was a cramped affair called “Midnight” after the man who operated it. All around them, Steve and Von Gunther could see people huddled around lamps at tables in the darkness. Steve was pretty sure he spotted The Shadow at one of the tables. He’d always figured that he was one of the mystery men of the world wars, who was a myth. 

“You get a lot of servicemen in this bar?” asked Steve, ordering a beer. 

“A few,” said the bartender. “What was your name during the war, kid?” 

“Captain America,” said Steve. 

The bartender smiled at that. “Nice to meet a fellow Captain. I’m Jim Albright. My code name used to be Captain Midnight. But you can just call me Jim if that’s your fancy.”

Steve gave Captain Midnight a mock salute, and the two men smiled. Von Gunther ordered a glass of scotch and nursed it at the bar. 

“Have you ever thought about getting some entertainment in here?” asked Von Gunther. 

“Huntress comes in every other Friday or so and sings some songs,” replied Captain Midnight.

The doors to the bar opened up, and a figure with a radiant green light on his hand stepped inside. 

“Evening, Alan,” said Captain Midnight. “What can I do for you, old man?” 

“Just a glass of whiskey for me,” said Alan Scott. “I don’t think I can stomach anything else.” 

Captain Midnight turned around and filled a glass. Steve turned the face the radioman in the dim light of the bar. He had a few scars on his chin, but otherwise he was the same man he’d encountered a few times during the war. 

“I don’t know if you’d remember me,” said Steve. “I ran into you and the JSA during the war.” 

“Hard to forget a man dressed head to toe in the stars and stripes, Captain Rogers,” laughed Alan Scott. 

Neither man was in their customary costume, but both recognized each other immediately. 

“I imagine,” laughed Steve. “Are you on your own tonight. I can’t recall seeing a newsreel without you and the other guys by your side.” 

“Not everyone made it to the end of the war,” sighed Alan. 

Steve’s smile faded. “I understand the feeling. The war took my son.” 

“Bucky?” asked Alan. “He seemed like a nice kid. I’m sorry to hear that.” 

Nice might have been pushing it. Steve recalled a moment when he chided the boy for making a necklace out of ears. But other than that, he was a fine, normal lad. Steve sipped his beer and tried not to smile at the fond memory. 

“So what brings you out tonight, captain?” asked Alan. 

“My roommate,” Steve gestured with his head at Von Gunther.

“Is that Paula Von Gunther?” whispered  Alan.

Steve nodded. 

“She used to terrorize Diana during the war,” muttered Alan. “Scared the hell out of me.”

“Too right,” said Steve. “She’s supposedly reformed.” 

“Do you buy it?” asked Alan. 

“Dunno yet,” said Steve. “She keeps trying to be friendly with me.” 

“Odd,” said Alan. “Your beer’s looking a little light. Want me to order a refill?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” said Steve. 

Alan held up two fingers, and Captain Midnight quickly went about the back of the bar before producing a pair of chilled glasses of beer for the gentlemen. Steve was about the say something when the doors blew open and a pair of dark figures strode in. They both turned up in immaculate pinstripes and the shorter one of the pair almost looked human. He had short black hair and i-teeth that hung out over his lower lip. His taller counterpart however was as inhuman as they came. Six feet tall, and its skin was like mirrored red glass with no sense of facial features at all. Instead of hands, the red terror had a set of long, sharp claws that were balled into gargantuan fists. They both smelled like copper.

“Evening, Albright,” said the shorter man, and Steve immediately recognized him from his voice. He was Byron, the vampire from the train into town. 

“Evening,” said a cautious Captain Midnight, his hand resting beneath the bar. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything you boys would be interested in drinking tonight.” 

“We aren’t interested in that, we’re satisfied on that front, Albright,” said the taller vampire, Damascene. 

“Fascinating stuff,” said Captain Midnight. “So what are you doing in my place?” 

“There are some unsavory types in the neighborhood, Albright,” said Byron. “And you know that they say, you’d be stupid to be walking around without a little bit’a protection.” 

“I get your drift, you have some nerve coming into my place and shaking me down, you goddamn vipers,” muttered Captain Midnight. 

Damascene hissed, and Byron pressed a hand against his chest. “Easy now, bud. The Captain’s just very protective.”

Steve stood, ready to fight. He was no stranger to brawling with the undead. But he stood there without his shield or his patriotic chainmail suit. Damascene turned his head and took note of him, but said nothing. Alan rested a hand on Steve’s shoulder. 

“You’re a strong man, but they’re stronger,” said Alan. “Don’t blow things out of proportion.” 

“They’re threatening Midnight,” said Steve. 

“Indeed, they are, but remember that vigilatism is illegal here,” said Alan. 

Two new people shuffled in. A woman dressed in a red dress and equally red domino mask was followed inside by a twelve-inch-tall plasticine boy. Initially, Steve assumed they were vampires. Sometimes they turned kids batty as a joke, but the kid began to fly with rocket-powered boots. 

“Evening all,” said the tiny plastic boy. “What’s all this then?” 

“What are you, some sort of pervert toy?” asked Byon, turning to face the floating plastic boy. 

“Funny, like I haven’t heard that one before, Vlad,” said the boy. “Sgt. Peter Plastic, Millennium City Police Department. This is my partner, Lt. Lady Satan.” 

Lt. Lady Satan produced a silvery necklace of a goat-headed devil, and the vampires were repelled by it. 

“Gaze upon Baphomet, lesser things of night, it beckons you out of this place, nightstalkers,” uttered Lady Satan. 

Paula Von Gunther looked on with awe as she watched the scene in which the two officers banished the vampires from Captain Midnight’s bar. Vanishing off into the night to hopefully never be seen again. 

“That was incredible work,” said Von Gunther.

She was ignored by the officers as they approached Captain Midnight. 

“Thanks for the assist, the response time was uncanny,” said Captain Midnight. 

“We were in the neighborhood when we got the call,” said Peter Plastic. 

“I didn’t realize women were able to become police officers in the city,” said Von Gunther to Lady Satan. 

“Believe it, babes,” said Lady Satan. “We could use a few more women on the force if you’ve got the acumen.” 

Paula Von Gunther smiled at this.

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

From way back to the future: Space-time ripples modeled in new study

Te Whare Wānanga o Waitaha | University of Canterbury (UC) second year Ph.D. scholarship student Sebenele (Sebe) Thwala, working with supervisors Dr. Chris Stevens and Prof Jörg Frauendiener, has been modeling how gravitational waves interact across the universe from the distant past to the far future.

Sebe says most simulations cut off the faraway parts of spacetime and make rough guesses about what happens there, which can lead to errors.

"When something dramatic happens in the universe—like two black holes merging—it sends out ripples in the fabric of spacetime called gravitational waves. We detect those ripples here on Earth, but we don't get to see the event directly," she says.

"To measure energy and momentum accurately, you actually have to look really far away from where the action is happening, basically at an infinite distance. But if we simulate the whole thing properly, from the infinite past to the infinite future, we can avoid mistakes and get a clearer picture.

"This also helps us understand what happens when a gravitational wave hits a black hole, how much energy the black hole takes in, and how much energy is sent back out as more gravitational waves."

The research is the first time the "absolute beginning" and "absolute end" of the process has been incorporated into a single computer simulation.

The study, in Physical Review Letters, titled "Fully Nonlinear Gravitational Wave Simulations from Past to Future Null Infinity," has been published as an Editors' Suggestion, which denotes papers judged to be particularly important, interesting and well-written.

Originally from Eswatini (formerly Swaziland), Sebe completed her master's degree in South Africa. Around that time New Zealander Chris Stevens was also based in South Africa, and looking for students who might be interested in furthering research on particular gravitational physics topics.

The COVID epidemic got in the way initially, but then she was able to take up the invitation to University of Canterbury to complete her doctorate.

Now her supervisor, Senior Lecturer in Applied Mathematics Dr. Stevens, says getting the paper accepted in Physical Review Letters is a rare feat at any career stage.

"This is an extraordinary milestone for a second-year Ph.D. student, but to also receive the distinction of Editor's Suggestion marks this work as truly exceptional. It reflects not only groundbreaking scientific insight, but also a level of impact, clarity, and originality that stands out internationally over a broad range of fields in physics.

"Achievements of this caliber so early in a research career are exceptionally rare and speak to a scholar of outstanding promise," he says.

Sebe is not sure what or where her own future lies yet. She would like to complete her doctorate over the next year or so. While her dream would be to continue with post-doctoral research, her mathematical modeling and coding skills could also land her a job in many industries.

"I'm being led by where the opportunities are," she says.

IMAGE: The computational domain (green shaded region) drawn over the conformal diagram of the Schwarzschild spacetime. The blue-shaded strip corresponds to the path of an ingoing gravitational wave of compact support on the outer boundary. The orange arrows represent the outgoing gravitational radiation caused by non-linear back-reaction. The red dashed curves through i0 represent the location where the hyperbolicity of the spin-2 subsystem is lost. Credit: arXiv: DOI: 10.48550/arxiv.2504.02188

[masterofd1saster]

CJ current events 13mar25

1st Amendment

SURPRISE, AZ — For Rebekah Massie, sometimes it still doesn’t feel real. “I honestly don’t have words to describe it,” she said. “Because it still seems very fake.” Her arrest on August 20 was captured on video and made national headlines. On that day, an officer hauled Massie out of a Surprise City Council meeting on orders from the mayor and police chief.***

https://www.abc15.com/news/local-news/investigations/woman-arrested-for-speaking-at-a-city-council-meeting-abc15-exposes-new-details-in-outrageous-case

There is a video of the city council meeting, https://surpriseaz.portal.civicclerk.com/event/4076/media, and you can see her walk to the podium at about 1 hour and 58 minutes. She criticizes the city attorney and his $250,000 salary. It's a Phoenix suburb with a population of about 145k. City police arrest her at about 2 hours and 2 minutes.

Why you would arrest someone wearing a "Cyberbully the government" t-shirt is beyond me. She is, of course, suing in Massie v. City of Surprise, 24-cv-2276 (D.Ariz). She is suing the city, the mayor, Skip Hall, and the police officer, Steven Shernicoff.

Maybe the city thought it could invoke the Alien and Sedition Acts. Then again, the city didn't say she was lying....

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Deepfakes can mean deepprison

***The harrowing tale of Elliston Berry, a teenager who sat beside first lady Melania Trump during Tuesday’s joint session, underscores the suffering deepfake images inflict. In October 2023, Berry woke up for a normal day at Aledo High School in Texas and discovered that deepfake pictures of her naked had been circulating throughout the student body on Snapchat and Instagram. The original images had been lifted from her social media accounts by a male classmate and manipulated by artificial intelligence. “It was so realistic. It is child porn,” said Berry’s mother, Anna McAdams, at the time. “We really could not take care of her. We, in that moment, were helpless. More and more pictures were coming out throughout that first day into the second day.” It wasn’t until McAdams traveled to Washington to meet Sen. Ted Cruz (R-TX) that she was able to get the pictures of her daughter removed from social media. Cruz contacted Snapchat, and they were taken down within 24 hours. ***

There is already a federal law on the books that criminalizes what happened to Ms Berry.

18 U.S.C. §2256. Definitions for chapter says

(8) "child pornography" means any visual depiction, including any photograph, film, video, picture, or computer or computer-generated image or picture, whether made or produced by electronic, mechanical, or other means, of sexually explicit conduct, where- (A) the production of such visual depiction involves the use of a minor engaging in sexually explicit conduct; (B) such visual depiction is a digital image, computer image, or computer-generated image that is, or is indistinguishable from, that of a minor engaging in sexually explicit conduct; or (C) such visual depiction has been created, adapted, or modified to appear that an identifiable minor is engaging in sexually explicit conduct.

The federal penalties for this crime start at 5 years.

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Don't make Dave angry

A federal jury in Cleveland convicted a Texas man today for writing and deploying malicious code on his former employer’s network. According to court documents and evidence presented at trial, Davis Lu, 55, of Houston, was employed as a software developer for the victim company headquartered in Beachwood, Ohio, from November 2007 to October 2019. Following a 2018 corporate realignment that reduced his responsibilities and system access, Lu began sabotaging his employer’s systems. By Aug. 4, 2019, he introduced malicious code that caused system crashes and prevented user logins. Specifically, he created “infinite loops” (in this case, code designed to exhaust Java threads by repeatedly creating new threads without proper termination and resulting in server crashes or hangs), deleted coworker profile files, and implemented a “kill switch” that would lock out all users if his credentials in the company’s active directory were disabled. The “kill switch” code — which Lu named “IsDLEnabledinAD”, abbreviating “Is Davis Lu enabled in Active Directory” — was automatically activated upon his termination on Sept. 9, 2019, and impacted thousands of company users globally. Lu named other code “Hakai,” a Japanese word meaning “destruction,” and “HunShui,” a Chinese word meaning “sleep” or “lethargy.” Additionally, on the day he was directed to turn in his company laptop, Lu deleted encrypted data. His internet search history revealed he had researched methods to escalate privileges, hide processes, and rapidly delete files, indicating an intent to obstruct efforts of his co-workers to resolve the system disruptions. Lu’s employer suffered hundreds of thousands of dollars in losses as a result of Lu’s actions. The jury convicted Lu of causing intentional damage to protected computers, for which he faces a maximum penalty of 10 years in prison. ***

https://www.justice.gov/opa/pr/texas-man-convicted-sabotaging-his-employers-computer-systems-and-deleting-data

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Good!

Homeland Security Secretary Kristi Noem said her department has identified two employees, whom she labeled as "criminal leakers," and will refer them to the Justice Department "for felony prosecutions," The Hill reported. Noem posted on X: "We have identified criminal leakers within @DHSgov and are preparing to refer these perpetrators to the @TheJusticeDept for felony prosecutions. These individuals face up to 10 years in federal prison. We will find and root out all leakers. They will face prison time & we will get justice for the American people." In a short video that Noem posted with her written comments, she said the two department employees had been communicating with others about department enforcement actions that put lives at risk. The identities of the two have not been released. Noem is also holding back specifics about their actions.***

https://www.newsmax.com/politics/dhs-kristi-noem-doj/2025/03/07/id/1201948

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In his defense, that train was thicc

ST. LOUIS COUNTY, Mo. – A Spanish Lake man remains behind bars for now for sexual misconduct on a MetroLink train for the second time.   Deangelo Covington was in court Monday, asking a judge to reduce his $50,000 bond for charges of sexual misconduct on a MetroLink train. *** According to court documents, security cameras caught Covington having sex with a seat on the train for 10 minutes at St. Louis Airport Terminal One Station last month.  Allegedly, the same day he exposed himself to someone at the UMSL South Metrolink Platform. *** In court Monday, it was revealed Covington had drugs in his system at the time of arrest and is diagnosed as bipolar and schizophrenic.  The prosecutor on the case said she was extremely opposed to the bond reduction, pointing to a number of past convictions.  Last May, Covington was convicted of sexual misconduct involving a child under 15, where he was accused of exposing himself to a child.  Then, last June, Covington was caught for the first time having sex with a MetroLink seat at the St. Louis Airport terminal. ***

https://fox2now.com/news/missouri/judge-does-not-reduce-bond-for-man-accused-of-lewd-acts-on-metrolink/

Who new that untreated mental illness and substance abuse usually result in legal troubles?

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OnlyGuns?

***Video game streamer and adult content creator Kaitlyn Siragusa, who goes by the online name Amouranth, was asleep in her Houston home when three men shot through a patio window on Sunday evening, authorities told FOX 26.  "I’m being too robbed at gunpoint," Siragusa posted on her X account. "I believe I shot one of them. They wanted crypto is what they were yelling they pulled me out of bed." *** Siragusa told police that she was able to lead the suspects to an area of the property where she knew her husband was with a weapon. Siragusa’s husband fired his weapon and struck one of the suspects, according to authorities. *** Surveillance footage posted to Siragusa’s X account shows the three men fleeing the home as one man yells "I got shot."  In a series of X posts after the incident, Siragusa told her followers the injured man left a "trail of blood" down the driveway and was being tested by forensic investigators. ***

https://www.foxnews.com/us/masked-home-invader-shot-after-pistol-whipping-onlyfans-star-demanding-cryptocurrency

Remember, when life or death is a matter of seconds, police will be there in a minute or two.

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Surprisingly, they didn't OD on Taylor Swift

Prosecutors charged two men Wednesday in connection with the deaths of three Kansas City Chiefs football fans found dead more than a year ago outside a Missouri home where they met for a watch party on the final day of the NFL regular season. Jordan Willis, 39, and Ivory Carson, 42, are charged with distribution of a controlled substance and involuntary manslaughter in connection with the deaths of Ricky Johnson, 38, David Harrington, 37, and Clayton McGeeney, 36, who died on Jan. 7, 2024 at a home that Willis rented in Kansas City, according to a statement of probable cause filed by Kansas City police. The case attracted national attention because the fans' cause of deaths were shrouded in mystery. Court records said Wednesday that the men died from toxic effects of fentanyl and cocaine.*** According to The Kansas City Police Department, officers discovered their bodies two days after the men met to watch a Chiefs game against the San Diego Chargers. On the night of the game, temperatures dipped to 29 degrees, the National Weather Service reported. Some 48 hours later, police reported, officers received a call from McGeeney’s fiancée, who said she visited the home after not hearing from him. When no one answered the door, she broke inside and found a dead body in the back of the property. When officers arrived, they also found two other men dead in the backyard.***

Talk about your cold cases....

https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2025/03/05/kansas-city-chiefs-fan-deaths-two-charged-with-manslaughter/73529599007/

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Random genital inspections?

Odd way to troll.

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You can't disenfranchise her constituents

One party in the Maine legislature has hurt feelings because

Representative Laurel Libby of Maine’s 64th District posted on Facebook that a high school athlete won first place in girls’ pole vaulting at the Class B state championship after having competed the year before in the boys’ event and finishing in a tie for fifth place.***

But just days after Libby’s post, the Maine House speaker and majority leader demanded she take it down. When she refused, the majority leader introduced a censure resolution — to be heard in the House the next day — because Libby’s post had included photos and the first name of the student, who is a minor. Libby sought to defend herself in the hastily called House vote, but was repeatedly cut off. The censure resolution passed 75-70 on a party-line vote.  *** When Libby refused to apologize for her protected speech, the House speaker declared she would be barred from speaking on the House floor or voting on any legislation until she capitulated. Thus, the House majority party has precluded Libby from doing her job and effectively disenfranchised her constituents, end-running Maine constitutional provisions that say a representative cannot be expelled absent a two-thirds vote or recall election.  These actions are a clear example of retaliation based on constitutionally protected speech and amount to removal of an elected representative essentially because the House majority disagrees with her views or how she chose to express them. Sixty-nine years ago the U.S. Supreme Court held that a state legislature could not refuse to seat a duly elected member because of his public statements about the Vietnam War: “The manifest function of the First Amendment in a representative government requires that legislators be given the widest latitude to express their views on issues of policy.” ***

https://www.thefire.org/news/maines-censure-lawmaker-post-about-trans-student-athlete-attack-free-speech

That these picture are apparently official publicity photos from the track meet means that Rep Libby was not publishing private information about anyone.

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Nice that they took her for evaluation

https://www.12news.com/article/news/local/arizona/woman-strips-naked-on-flight-to-phoenix-passengers-said-she-demanded-to-get-off-the-plane/75-043e606e-b0c5-4ae1-8b8d-17a1bc820126

If it were Spirit, it would be a UFC video.

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Not sure how I feel

Feds have custody of Palestinian Columbia University student, Mahmoud Khalil, and they're ready to deport. J. Furman in New York has temporarily enjoined deportation in M.K. v. Joyce, 25-cv-1935 (S.D.N.Y.).

Khalil apparently led anti-Jewish protests at Columbia. Many anti-Jewish protests there resulted in violence and extensive property damage. If all Khalil did was protest, deporting him seems wrong. If he did instigate trespass, violence, or property damage, we're a lot better off without him.

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Basketbrawl

The Pennsylvania Interscholastic Athletic Association (PIAA) announced the disqualification of Meadville and Uniontown High boys basketball teams from the first round of the 5A state championships Monday after Friday's viral brawl between both teams turned ugly involving players, fans, students and parents. Two men were seen arrested on video shortly after the incident. Meadville was leading Uniontown 63-55 with 3:12 left in the fourth quarter at home, but the events were so horrific, the game did not conclude. It left the PIAA no choice.***

https://www.si.com/high-school/viral-brawl-gets-pennsylvania-boys-basketball-teams-removed-from-playoffs-video-01jp0rv13cgj

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Why do this?

A man acquitted of murder alleges in a civil rights lawsuit filed this week that police in a southern Colorado city framed him after his girlfriend killed herself in 2014. A jury found James “Jimmy” Garcia not guilty of murder in his girlfriend’s death in 2023. Now, Garcia is suing the city of Monte Vista, former Chief of Police John Rosecrans, police officer Michael Martinez, former District Attorney Robert Willett and Rio Grande County coroner Stephen Hunzeker for malicious prosecution and wrongful arrest. “What happened was truly devastating for me,” Garcia said in an emailed statement to The Denver Post on Tuesday. “Being falsely accused caused me immense distress, leaving me deeply depressed and humiliated. … No one should ever have to endure this.” On March 26, 2014, Garcia found his girlfriend, 23-year-old Jacqueline Jones, dead in their bedroom, according to the lawsuit. Her suicide note was later discovered under the blankets of their bed. Jones had a history of depression, self-harm and suicidal ideation, the lawsuit stated. The El Paso County Coroner’s Office, which conducted the autopsy at the request of the Rio Grande Coroner’s Office, said Jones died by suicide and that her death was “deliberate and self-inflicted,” according to the lawsuit. The coroner said there was no evidence she was strangled or otherwise killed by someone else.***

Her mom hired some private experts and convinced police and DA to prosecute him

“Monte Vista’s prosecution of (Garcia) was a shocking abuse of power,” said Mari Newman, one of the man’s attorneys. “Monte Vista police and prosecutors ignored the mountains of objective evidence that his girlfriend had committed suicide, and spent years prosecuting a man they knew had committed no crime. This is truly an example of government at its worst.”***

https://www.denverpost.com/2025/03/11/jimmy-garcia-lawsuit-monte-vista-colorado-framed-girlfriend-suicide

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It was a Brit, of course, who wrote 1984

In a chilling clampdown on free speech, two police officers pay a visit to a grandmother – simply for criticising Labour politicians on Facebook. Detectives were last night accused of acting like East Germany's feared Stasi secret police for quizzing Helen Jones over her calls for the resignation of local councillors embroiled in the WhatsApp scandal exposed by The Mail on Sunday. Police conceded that the 54-year-old had committed no crime – yet Mrs Jones says she has effectively been silenced by the officers, as she was intimidated by them calling at her door and is too terrified to post on social media again.*** It is the latest in a string of incidents in which police have investigated people for social media posts, including newspaper columnist Allison Pearson, feminist writer Julie Bindel, and former policeman Harry Miller, whose name was added to a database for his 'non-crime hate incident'. Mr Miller, who founded the Fair Cop campaign group, said of Mrs Jones's treatment: 'It flies in the face of our freedoms and it's wrong. That's far more akin to a European police force – or even worse a Stasi police force.' The two plain-clothes officers arrived at Mrs Jones's home and demanded to talk to her after she commented on the offensive messages shared in a Labour WhatsApp group that The Mail on Sunday exposed this month. Our story led to the sacking of health minister Andrew Gwynne and the suspension of Burnley MP Oliver Ryan and 11 Labour councillors. Police knocked on her door in Stockport within 48 hours of receiving a complaint, in contrast to how they have responded to other crime reports. Mrs Jones, a school administrator, said police failed to investigate a spate of car thefts in the surrounding streets last year. Greater Manchester Police has one of the highest crime rates in Britain and fails to solve almost three out of four shoplifting incidents. The extraordinary episode took place days after this newspaper revealed how Gwynne, the MP for Gorton and Denton, posted a vile message to Labour colleagues on a WhatsApp group saying he hoped one elderly constituent, who didn't vote for the party, would die before the next election. He made the offensive comment on the 'Trigger Me Timbers' WhatsApp group after the pensioner sent a letter to Stockport Labour councillor David Sedgwick complaining about her bin collections.***

It's almost as bad as Surprise, Arizona.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-14424959/Knock-knock-Thought-Police-thousands-criminals-uninvestigated-detectives-call-grandmother-crime-went-Facebook-criticise-Labour-councillors-centre-Hope-Die-WhatsApp-scandal-exposed-MoS.html

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Some love for Project Veritas

Haden Kirkpatrick, a State Farm insurance executive, was fired after being caught on camera talking about spiking insurance rates for Californians fleeing wildfires. He also said homes shouldn’t have been built in the Pacific Palisades because of the arid climate, saying residents wanted to have “natural areas around them for their ego.” Kirkpatrick was secretly recorded on what he thought was a Tinder date by Project Veritas, a right-wing media company known for its controversial undercover investigations. Tough break, but that’s what you get for talking about work on a first date. https://www.thefp.com

James O’Keefe - remember him? - founded PV.

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Socially disorganized/disadvantaged neighborhoods

A Jacksonville marine who is accused of killing his wife with his car got a $2 million bond this morning. Corporal Sage Simmons was charged last night with second degree murder and careless and reckless driving. WITN first reported the new charges. The crash happened in the Charleston Place Apartments parking lot just before 10 p.m. on Thursday. Jacksonville police say the 25-year-old man was driving a Ford Focus in reverse in the parking lot when he hit 23-year-old Jaide Simmons, as well as a parked Buick sedan. The woman was taken to the hospital where police say she died.*** This is the third violent death at the apartment complex this year. In January, a Marine and his wife were found shot to death in their Charleston Place apartment. Death certificates show Maya Amarante was killed, while Lance Corporal Dariel Amarante shot himself in the head with a 9mm handgun.

https://www.wral.com/story/jacksonville-marine-charged-with-killing-wife-with-car-gets-2-million-bond/21906714/

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ANON asked: This AU you got is super amazing! Do you got any Originshipping headcanona that take place before Jackie + Micah were born (like what the public thought, or how elite four and other gym leaders and champions felt, what the pregnancy was like, how Brendan reacted, etc.) If you answer this thank you so much <3 :D

The main idea I always had for their relationship was that first and foremost, they’re close friends. I’ve discussed it a bit before in a past post, but the general scenario I had for them was that they were friends first, at some point they move to a friends-with-benefits sort of relationship, and then gradually become lovers. They’re basically dating before either of them acknowledge it, and the only reason nether of them say anything to the other is because both of them are too tied up with their own careers/interests. It’s simpler to just leave things open and uncomplicated between them, despite caring for each other. 

Despite them not officially being an item, it’s pretty much open knowledge amongst the people who know them (Hoenn Gym Leaders and Champions included) that they’re involved. Most just assume it’s a matter of time before they make it official, thus no one’s surprised when they do eventually announce they’re getting married. 

The public eats it up though, since more than a few gossip magazines over the years would speculate that they were secretly dating (why they would keep it a secret being the main thing that would be speculated on).  There’s no official announcement when they do start ‘officially dating,’ the first the public hears of it is their wedding announcement. Rumors fly as to why the sudden (in their perception) announcement, everything from Steven having to get married to take over Devon Corporation to an accidental pregnancy.  Most write it off as them either having been secretly dating all along or that they finally realized that they were in love with each other, so the tabloids aren’t completely off in this regard.  Wallace doesn’t help the rumors since he likes to be purposely ambiguous, but Steven is more honest about the situation when asked, talking about how Wallace was always a very close friend to him and how those feelings developed into love over the years.

Brendan is off traveling through other regions when they make the announcement, and he’s both surprised and not surprised by it. As Steven still has a more mentor-like relationship with him at this point, Brendan is unaware that he and Wallace are dating, although like most people, he has his suspicions.  He’s a little sad about it, but he’s started to accept his feelings for Steven as something hopeless that will pass with time, and does travel back to Hoenn to attend the wedding. 

As far as Wallace’s pregnancy goes, it’s not an easy pregnancy, but it’s not a difficult pregnancy either. In public, Wallace is always the picture of poise and elegance, but when he and Steven are alone, he’ll let himself complain about any nausea or soreness he’s feeling. He goes through the usual phase of odd food cravings, in which he’ll get demanding with Steven to bring him whatever he’s craving. It’s usually not anything too outlandish, and a lot of what he craves are traditional Sootopolitan dishes. 

This is something they do for each other all the time anyway, but while Wallace is pregnant, Steven gets good at telling when Wallace isn’t feeling well and needs to make a subtle retreat from the public eye. Wallace (and even Steven to some degree), highly values displaying a positive image of himself to the public, which includes not showing physical or emotional weakness. The two have little gestures and coded phrases they’ve set up with each other on the off chance they need to indicate to the other that they need to leave abruptly, so please cover for me. Usually this never comes in to play, but they do find themselves having to use it more during the pregnancy, particularly early on when Wallace is prone to nausea.

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Habitica ideas I had that never saw the light of day

((Because of stuff like what's described in this post, for context as to why I'm not doing it. Was originally going to be a longer post that was sort of a debrief retrospective on my overall feelings on the situation now that it's not heat of the moment with high-running emotions... but I'm just gonna do a bulleted list of tools I never finished that were going to be kinda cool but now no one will be able to use ever

How-bout-it-ca: An idea I never even started coding which would have picked a random task from your tasks and showed it to you. I mostly didn't ever start on this because other tools included part of its envisioned functionality. ...And also at the time I was bad at API. Shhhhhh. (Abandoned: Stopped thinking about it in like 2018 or 2019?)

Pearl Points Steven Universe CSS style: A CSS style that I actually coded a lot of (both pre and post 2017 redesign) but never felt like finishing because I was worried about intellectual property implications (Abandoned: Sometime in like 2020 or so was the last time I touched it)

Image/icon-supported Habitica CSS style: A CSS style I envisioned that would allow interface text to have communication/AAC style icons near it or instead of the text, to make the interface more understandable for users who understand pictures better than text. I got through a proof-of-concept coding session using emoji and didn't follow up with more coding. Idea was to have freely-licensed icon sets built in but also allow an option for users to use their own images. (Abandoned: Sometime in 2022)

"50 Shades of Habitica" CSS style: Jokingly mentioned the title of my draft file to Lemoness and was told I couldn't take that name live even though she thought it was funny. Named that was because it was going to be a CSS style that allowed every color on the entire website to be customized but never really got off the ground because the website was changing enough of the time to make it hard to keep up (this is also why I don't have an alternate name other than the disallowed name of my draft file). (Abandoned: 2017 or 2018)

InnVoices: A script that would have checked if you were in the inn each night and charged you a "fee" to stay there (with optional "stay in but pay all your money" or "get kicked out either with or without casting skills or using healing potions first" options for if you didn't have enough money). Script version was mostly done and I was considering going back to the Tasker version and fixing the issues that had necessitated me learning Google Apps Script JS in the first place when all the Stuff happened. (Abandoned: Stopped coding 2022, removed evidence of existing code logic from internet 2023)

Forbidden Forest for Habitica: An Android app coded in Kotlin that would have allowed users to do some things coded into the API but not coded into the official clients, like assigning task aliases for API use (or things not coded into the official Android client specifically, like rebirth), without having to understand much about how to use the API themselves. Was still hashing out what to include but was about to test out adding a basic API call when the Stuff happened. (Abandoned: 2022)

Might edit to add more if more come to mind (these are the ones that never saw the light of day, not anything I decided to take down in February).

*plays "My Heart Will Go On" or something*

Maybe now I will probably never post about Habitica again on Tumblr. Maybe.))

[nolita-fairytale]

make my heart surrender | carmy x reader | the playlist

here's a fun little collection of songs that make me think of this story. some of the songs feel like they could function as a soundtrack to the story, and some just make me think of carmy x reader. i created this playlist and listened to it while writing, in the car, doing dishes... seriously, the way this story took over my brain.

make my heart surrender: the playlist

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sleeping with a friend - neon trees

carmy & reader's relationship in new york city -- while the title feels self-explanatory, this song has all the sexual tension of wondering our favorite kitchen lovebirds' will they won't they relationship. do we need a oneshot of the before times? maybe...

robbers - the 1975

angsty carmy & reader's relationship in nyc. this is also allegedly the prequel to 'about you' so it felt right to include it.

about you - the 1975

where the title of this fic comes from: 'now there's something about you that i can't remember / it's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender / and i miss you on the train, i miss you in the morning / i never what to think about / i think about you

it's the pining for me

chicago - sufjan stevens

the iconic song used in the show. i could see this song playing on reader's first day at the bear, or underscoring reader's travels to chicago

sleep tight - holly humberstone

oof, this song kills me. i'll add notable lyrics that make me think of carmy x reader, but it would be a beautiful underscore for their moment at the end of chapter two, when they say goodnight to each other.

"sleep tight i'm on my way back and feeling kind of sad because you were the best thing i never knew i had"

"you were the best thing i never knew was mine"

"god knows i've missed this feeling" makes me ache in the best ways why do we love being sad sm?!

closer - tegan and sara

i could see this song underscoring some of the kitchen flows when carmy & reader have smoothed things over around chapter three. i can just see reader working the garnish station and falling in love with carmy all over again as she watches him expedite.

can we also just talk about how this is a peak in the flow of the playlist? like they've finally smoothed things over and it's been nostalgic/acoustic/angsty and then this song happens and it's like an explosion of energy?? we're finally going to get some connection between these two

only human - the code, william singe

if this were a movie/tv show, i'd have this song play in the background of their conversation (date) at the aviary in chapter three.

untouched hearts - acoustic - the hunna

the lines "i know it's been hard but now it's time for you to get what you want, to know you're enough" feel like a fucking love letter from mikey to carmy. #LetItRip

it also feels like a feeling reader and carmy would share between the two of them about each other.

la vie en rose - emily watts

the song that plays at carmy's apartment after putting her dinner party playlist on shuffle. reader is flipping through the cookbook while he finishes the carbonara to the sweet sounds of this song. and they're making eyes at each other, and stealing glances when they think the other isn't looking GOODBYE

the girl - city & colour

this song is giving major waking-up-together-morning-after vibes. i mostly saw this song for the second to last chapter for the cute tattoo scene, but it could also be great for their first morning after season in chapter five.

flashed junk mind (acoustic version) - milky chance

just picture carmy & reader traipsing through chi-town's chinatown, arguing over who's gonna pay (because they both think it should be themselves), being cute, and fighting over carmy's cigarette during their walking dumpling date.

strawberries & cigarettes - troye sivan

this song accompanies their sweet goodbye at the start of chapter 7 and i'm quite convinced that troye sivan wrote it about carmen berzatto and you can't change my mind lol.

for the lines: "blue eyes, black jeans, lighters and candy, i've been a fool / strawberries & cigarettes always taste like you" and "remember when you taught me fate / said it'd all be worth the wait."

somebody - dagny

less on brand for the show, but the lyrics make me think so much about these two. it's giving: plot twist this is now a freeform show, i know. however, i envisioned this song being a part of reader packing up her things and catching up w friends back in ny. maaaaybe even as she's getting in her u-haul to drive to chicago.

solsbury hill - peter gabriel

peter gabriel said that this song was about losing something so that you can gain something else and i'm just not okay. this is the song that underscores the final scene in our lovely little epilogue, when reader surprises carmy at the bear ready to tell him that she's finally all in.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

In Heat: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

"Once Steve got to the motel, he was supposed to call," she sighs. "He never did. Every time that phone rings..." She can't finish her sentence. "I know in my heart that Steven was happy that day. I swear, it was the first time I'd seen him smile in years. He'd been talking about taking that trip for weeks."

"Sarah, you don't have to justify your brother getting on that bus," Derek says.

"Yes, I do, because it was my fault. I gave Steven the money to go to Miami."

"Why?" you ask.

"I was trying to help him to go somewhere else, somewhere he could feel safe."

"Safe from what?" Sarah becomes rigid and looks to the house as if she doesn't want her father to hear. "What are you looking for, Sarah? Are you afraid somebody's gonna hear you?"

"Was your father hurting Steven?" you ask, fitting the pieces together.

"He really believes he was doing what's right. They just didn't see eye to eye. Steven couldn't stay here anymore, and I had to help him get out."

"Is your father hurting you, too?"

"Never," she says quickly.

"How come?" Derek asks.

She doesn't want to answer that, and you know why as soon as she looks down in shame.

"It's because she's not the one who's gay," you sigh.

David, Steven's father, isn't a very nice man to his son. David believes Steven was confused with his sexuality, that he needed to work out his "issues" regarding that. David believes that wherever Steven is, he is in a better place than his own home. His father is a prison guard, so he found strength and guidance with God.

His faith is his personal code.

Because David is a prison guard, he's seen plenty of men on top of other men. He thinks it's filthy how they would find pleasure in the same sex, and he didn't want that for his own son. He likes to believe that Steven did it to piss him off, not that because he felt right doing it. It breaks your heart to think that Steven had to endure his father's beating because of the kind of people he chooses to love.

It's not right, but it doesn't seem to affect David all that much. He's set in his ways and will have a hard time changing his mind. You don't dwell on that right now because as soon as Hotch and Rossi leave the house, there is news of an abandoned car located not far from here.

When you get there, you see another victim inside the convertible car. Steven is working quickly because his past is catching up to him. He hates who he is because of David, and that hatred and contemptment is shining through in places he doesn't want shining through.

The car isn't the victim's but Deacon's. He drove the car from Texas, and Steven stole it from him when he killed him. When Tina hears it might be Steven, she becomes floored.

"We've had his picture this whole time?"

"Apparently."

"We didn't know soon enough to prevent this. How did the victim die?" you ask.

"Asphyxiation. Why mess with a good thing? It's clearly working for him. This stretch of road takes you out of the city. If we lose Steven now, it could take us months to catch up with him again."

Derek slaps on some white gloves and reaches inside the car where there are scraps of paper in the cup holders

"What are those?"

"Some kind of scraps of paper. Looks like a fast-food wrappers, and a receipt for a youth hostel. It's dated last night. The name on it is Michael Aldridge."

"Assuming Steven has taken over Michael's identity, he might have hitched a ride out of here. It makes sense since Michael looks to be a hitchhiker. He'd have to travel the same way his victims did. It's his illness."

"Where are the nearest hostels?"

"There's a few hostels in north Miami Beach four miles that way, and in Seneca, five miles west."

"Okay, we'll have to split up. We'll take Seneca," Rossi says about him, Spencer, and Emily. "You guys take North Miami Beach."

"Let's go," you say to Derek, Hotch, and Tina.

The woman at the hostel is nice when you meet her, and she gives up the information quickly when she realizes one of her guests might be in danger.

"Michael Aldridge checked in an hour ago."

"What room did you put him in?"

"It's like a day room kind of thing, like a dormitory. It's pretty full."

The other half of the team was called, but you don't have time to wait. If Steven is in there, then you need to get him out now and without trouble. He has a gun with him, so you have to be prepared when you go inside.

Tina and Derek take the lead as you and Hotch follow with your guns out. The entire hostel is filled with kids, and as soon as they see the guns, they freak out.

"Get out of here. FBI! Nobody move!" you yell. "We're looking for Steven Fitzgerald."

You look around the room and see two guys at a table meant for two people. There are cards laid out since they're playing a game, but the guy who has his back turned to you, you know it's Steven.

The officers who accompanied you escort all the kids out of the building except for Steven and the man he's playing cards with. You look at Derek and gesture with your head that Steven is the one who is sitting away from you.

"Steven?" The other man has his hands up and is scared. "Get out of here." The man leaves, leaving only Steven at the table. He isn't going to answer if you use Steven's name, so you opted for a different tactic. "Michael? Michael Aldridge?"

"Yes?" Steven stands up with his hand on his backpack. You know he has the officer's gun in here. "What is this? What do you want?"

He is speaking with a German accent, and you know the real Michael had one.

"I want you to put that bag down. I just want to talk to you," Derek says gently.

"I have done nothing. I didn't do anything," he panics.

"I know. I know. There's nothing in that bag you need, Michael. I just want some information. I need to find Steven."

"My name is Michael. I do not know Steven."

"Yes, you do. Yes, you do. You know where he is."

They go back and forth between "I know him" and "I don't know him" until Steven explodes with anger and sadness.

"I don't know steven! I don't know steven! Why do you want Steven? Steven is stupid. He's disgusting! He's filthy!" Steve yells emotionally.

"Steven, listen to me. Nothing is wrong with you!" Derek yells louder, and Steve becomes quiet with tears in his eyes. "Nothing, man. Look. I'm gonna show you. I'm gonna put this away."

"Derek," Tina whispers, but he doesn't listen to her.

You, Hotch, and Tina all have your guns trained on Steven while Derek is the one to calm him down.

"Steven, do you remember who Sarah is? Sarah is your sister. Sarah is worried about you, man."

"My sister?" he whispers.

"Steven, she loves you. She wants you to stop running."

"Sarah," he mutters, trying to remember who he actually is.

"Put the bag down. It's okay."

"I did nothing wrong," he cries.

"I believe you. You did nothing wrong."

"I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't do anything wrong," he repeats to himself.

He drops the bag, leaving the gun inside. Derek walks up behind him and cuffs him, and that's when you put your gun away knowing that he isn't a threat. Tina grabs the bag to search through it, finding the officer's gun. Steven is taken away and placed in the back of a squad car just as the other half of the team arrives.

It's late, people are emotional, and it's time to say goodbye to everyone. Hotch says you can leave in the afternoon, so you'll get adequate time to sleep before take off tomorrow. However, Will needs to leave tonight. If JJ lets him leave without telling him how she feels, then you don't think he'll ever come back.

"Detective Lopez signed this into your custody," an officer says to Will, handing over Charlie's badge.

"Oh, thank you. I still can't believe it," Will sighs.

"That Charlie was gay?"

"That he thought he couldn't tell me. That he thought he had to hide it. I mean, I can't think of anything I'd have cared less about than him being gay, you know? All I ever wanted was for him to be happy, you know? Anyway, I should be going. Take care of yourself, JJ."

Will leaves the group, and you look at JJ who has a longing look on her face.

"Go after him, JJ," you smile and nudge her shoulder.

"What?"

"You really think I didn't know you two were dating? Me? He's head over heels for you, JJ. He's the one for you. Go after him."

She doesn't waste a single second and goes after the man of her dreams. She stops him and kisses him for everyone to see, and he kisses her right back.

"Finally," you grin.

"I thought she was never gonna admit it," Emily chuckles.

"What's it been, like, a year?" Spencer asks.

"Something like that," Derek says.

"If we knew each other's secrets, what comforts we should find." - John Churton Collins

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A Prom in S4 Theory & Music Coding Predictions

Some leaked set pics indicate that there MAY BE a junior/senior prom at Hawkins High, which they are calling the "Lover's Ball". It's unclear if this prom will be included on screen, or if it will just be mentioned as an event coming up at Hawkins High because this flyer could just extra set decor. Regardless if the prom happens on screen or not, there will probably be some tension about 'who's asking who' to the prom that we will see in s4. Given that this picture was just leaked a few weeks ago, it probably falls closer to the end of the season sequentially.

Having a big school dance in s4 is suspiciously close to how they had the Snowball scene in s2. This would certainly follow the even/odd season patterns, (and actually add to the list of the patterns), which kind of makes me think we will see this prom on screen, or at the very least it will be mentioned in the course of the season.

The Duffer Brothers love Steven King and reference his work and especially 'IT' a lot in the show, but they haven't done anything with Carrie yet so maybe we will get a Carrie moment this season at the prom...

Carrie was on the video store fridays movie inspiration board for ST4.

At the "Lover's Ball", there will be definitely be some music coding relating to Byler. Since music coding is kind of a key thing in the show, I've been rifling through 80's songs to try and find some that may fit with s4's themes/character storylines (and I may do a seperate post about that later), but for this post I'm just gonna focus on what they might use at the prom for relating to Byler.

Since the season is most likely going to take place in 1986, I only selected songs that had a compatible release year so it would be historically accurate. (these songs would also be great for a byler playlist!)

Some strong contenders for the songs that might play at the prom to reference Mike and Will's relationship could be:

"True Colors" by Cyndi Lauper (1986)

This song is honestly too good of an option for them not to use. I'm reallllyyy crossing my fingers for this one.

It's hard to take courage In a world full of people You can lose sight of it all And the darkness inside you Can make you feel so small

"And I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid (don't be afraid) To let them show your true colors True colors are beautiful (you're beautiful, oh) Like a rainbow Oh oh oh oh oh like a rainbow"

If this world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear You call me up Because you know I'll be there

"Heaven" by Bryan Adams (1984)

This first verse is literally just the story of Byler... 😭 The rest of the song applies but that verse verse is just sooooo accurate. (I'm crossing my fingers for this one too)

"Oh thinkin' about all our younger years There was only you and me We were young and wild and free Now nothing can take you away from me We've been down that road before But that's over now You keep me comin' back for more

Baby you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart Isn't too hard to see We're in heaven

Oh once in your life you find someone Who will turn your world around Bring you up when you're feelin' down Yeah nothin' can change what you mean to me Oh there's lots that I could say But just hold me now 'Cause our love will light the way"

"Take My Breath Away" by Berlin (1986)

This song is on Will's Spotify playlist, and I thought it could also be used at the prom since it's a romantic song. I see it as an 'entrance to the prom' moment song, almost like a 'first look' - like the Mike and El moment at the snowball when she first walks in, but with Mike and Will this time. I think the lyrics clearly hint to this kind of 'first look' moment as well.

"Watchin' every motion in my foolish lover's game On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn around and say...take my breath away"

Watchin' every motion in this foolish lover's game Haunted by the notion, somewhere there's a love in flames Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn my way and say...take my breath away"

"In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins (1981)

This song was originally meant to be included in the snowball scene from s2, but it ultimately was not used and "Every Breath You Take" was used for this scene instead. Since it was intended to be a part of the s2 dance, that's why I think it may be used at the prom this season. (you can read the scripts on 8flix)

——— I forgot to include this explanation originally BUT, I think this song might be used to show some anger/resentment between the two, and to show a decent amount of tension, depending on their development this season. Like maybe Mike is kind of leading Will on in private by continuing to initiate intimate scenes between them, but in public Mike is still trying to put on his “straight boy act” and kind of being a jackass about it, and this song could be used to show the tension between them that has caused.

"And I've been waiting for this moment, for all my life, (Oh lord)

Well, I was there and I saw what you did I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been It's all been a pack of lies.

Well I remember, I remember don't worry How could I ever forget It's the first time, the last time we ever met But I know the reason why you keep this silence up

No you don't fool me The hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows It's no stranger to you and me"

"In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel (1986)

Some of the lyrics in this song just SCREAMS byler, just look at the 1st, 2nd and 4th paragraphs. I would be suprised if they didn't use this song in either s4/s5.

Love, I get so lost sometimes Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart When I want to run away I drive off in my car But whichever way I go I come back to the place you are

All my instincts, they return The grand facade, so soon will burn Without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the inside

In your eyes The light, the heat (in your eyes) I am complete (in your eyes) I see the doorway (in your eyes) To a thousand churches (in your eyes) The resolution (in your eyes) Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes)

Love, I don't like to see so much pain So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away I get so tired working so hard for our survival I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

"Heroes" by David Bowie (1975)

David Bowie was bisexual. A cover of his song “Heroes” is used in the show twice already, sung by Peter Gabriel. The song plays when they pull Will's fake body out of the water in season one and Mike cries in his Mom's arms, with some very queer-coded lyrics in the background, and after Hopper's letter in s3 (which is very Byler-centric)

"I will be king. And you, you will be queen 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact. Yes, we're lovers, and that is that. Though nothing will keep us together. We could steal time just for one day We can be heroes forever and ever. What d'you say? I, I wish I could swim, like dolphins, like dolphins could swim I, I can remember (I remember) Standing by the wall (By the wall) And the guns shot above our heads (Over our heads) And we kissed as though nothing could fall (Nothing could fall) And the shame was on the other side. Oh, we can beat them forever and ever. Then we could be heroes just for one day We're nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer just for one day"

I just thought the above songs might be some highly likely possibilities given that they fit the year of the s4 and also make references to not only love, but the idea of hiding, pain, shame, longing, etc., and can make some (partially stretching here) references to other things in the show such as:

RAINBOWS and TRUE COLORS, SHINING THROUGH (rainbows imagery is always associated with Mike & Will in the show and a is symbol of lgbtq+ pride, True Colors shining through = who you really are on the inside finally coming out)

IF THIS WORLD MAKES YOU CRAZY ("crazy together", "only love makes you that crazy" and references the "world" motif in the show)

YOUNGER YEARS, ONLY YOU AND ME, YOUNG, WILD AND FREE (references "not wanting things to change" and wanting "to make things go how they were" part in Hopper's letter, and the "But we're not kids anymore" comment during the Byler fight)

ENDLESS OCEAN and SWIM, LIKE DOLPHINS (references water's significance in the show)

FLAMES (Will in front of the burning car in s4 teaser?)

LIES and LYING (Mike lying to El about how he feels)

INSTINCTS RETURNING, FACADES BURNING, WITHOUT MY PRIDE, I REACH OUT FROM THE INSIDE (Mike's feelings for Will are his instincts, the facade is the act he put on in s3 to seem straight, burning could reference Will & fire, and I think the last 2 lines of that 2nd verse reference vulnerability- perhaps in an apology/confession)

I GET SO LOST (confusion about his sexuality, feeling lost without the other) and SO MUCH WASTED TIME (known each other since kindergarten but were unaware the other felt the same way/was dealing with same things, they could have been even closer)

KINGS and QUEENS (the d&d game mike wrote where he has king Tristan give him a medal in s1)

STEALING TIME (references "turning back the clock, to make things go how they were" part in Hopper's letter and the time theme in s4 and time is central to the s4 plot)

AND WE KISS - AND THE SHAME (references the shame they both feel about being gay since it was so stigmatized in the 80's)

Byler @ Prom Possibilities:

If Mike and Will did dance together at the prom, they will probably get bullied because they live in a small conservative town. They will probably either run out, upset, or Eleven will step in to protect them which could lead to the Carrie moment.

Or Mike and Will will not dance together in the actual dance room, but instead sneak off to somewhere else in the school and have a private Byler dance moment where they can't be teased and it's just them together.

OR Mike and Will are still acting weird at this point in the season because neither of them is communicating what needs to be said out of fear, or one of them has confessed or done something to indicate how they feel, but the other hasn’t so everything is weird between them. There would be lots of tension from this and we would get lots of longing looks and adoring moments between the two of them from the sidelines. (I think this one is the most likely)

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FATWS One Shot #1 - Back to the Beginning

Word Count: 1644

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Intoxicated Automobile Accident, Steve Being a Slight Puppy

Setting/Characters: Directly after Captain America: The First Avenger, New York City; Reader, Director Nicholas Fury, Captain Steven Rogers

A/N: Here it is! The first One Shot that goes along with my FATWS Series! Keep in mind; it doesn’t take place during FATWS. There are NO SPOILERS in this and there will be NO SPOILERS in any of the One Shots. I do recommend still reading the Series, though, to understand the Reader more. These are more like…prequels to the Series. And it won’t be a series. It’ll just be a collection of One Shots based on what I think is important and what you guys wanna see. I also WON’T BE DOING A TAGLIST FOR ONE SHOTS! (Only those in my All Works Taglist will be tagged!) I’ll be adding them to my FATWS Series Masterlist under a ‘One Shot’ section, so you’ll be able to find them there, and I’ll also be tagging them with #fatws series oneshots. Feel free to send in requests for what you wanna see. I’ve gotten a few already, so I’ll be writing those tomorrow. I’ll say that they’ll all be shorter like this one, but...knowing me...we’ll see.

(Also, I’m aware of the theories that SHIELD chose the woman because the resemblance to Peggy, but just ignore that for this.)

As always, not beta’d so please excuse mistakes! Be kind to yourselves and each other! Enjoy and stay tuned!

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You knew. You knew the moment his eyes raked over your form. You knew when he looked over his shoulder at the radio playing some baseball game from 1941. You had done your homework, just like you did with every mission you worked. Granted, this one was a little different, but when Fury called you in personally, you couldn’t say no. You told them your uniform was wrong. You told them the game was too close to when he went under. You told them.

So you weren’t surprised in the least when he smashed through the wall, running out of the room. You didn’t necessarily regret pushing the button; you did it because you knew your cover had been blown, not because you were threatened. But you regretted calling out Code 13, not realizing that they’d chase him out into the middle of Times Square of all places.

Before you could head outside, wanting to know what happened, Fury’s name flashed across your vibrating phone.

“Y/L/N.”

“We’re heading back.”

An eyebrow raised, showing your confusion. “That was quick.”

“He’s fine, if you’re insinuating what I think you are.”

“I’m not insinuating anything, sir.” It was a lie, of course. You wouldn’t put it past Fury to slow down the Captain anyway he could, especially if the Man Out of Time was putting up a fight. “Sir, with all due respect, I tried-”

“I know, Agent. When We get back, we’ll set up in Conference Room C. I want you to join us.”

Your eyes narrowed, free hand on your hip. “You only called me in to ease him into this whole new century thing-”

“And he’s not eased.”

“It’s not my fault, Fury. I told your guys that it was wrong-”

“I know, Agent. Introducing him to the new century obviously went less smoothly than we anticipated.”

“Ya think?”

“Conference Room-”

“C. I heard you the first time. I’ll be there. Give me a few minutes.” He hung up without any farewells, making you roll your eyes. The director had pulled you off an assignment - in the middle of it - and promised you could get back to it once you finished helping him with the Star Spangled Man problem; help Captain Rogers integrate into the new times. But it was starting to seem that Fury didn’t just mean when he woke up.

You quickly changed, switching the old fashioned uniform for the tighter SHIELD-assigned one, before heading up to the level with all the conference rooms. You understood doing this in New York instead of the HQ in DC - the captain was from New York and, as much as it changed, some things would be familiar - and you definitely understood not doing this on the Helicarrier since Rogers didn’t even know about smartphones yet. And you definitely weren’t complaining; you had an apartment here in the City that you hadn’t slept in for months now.

Glancing at the room plaques, you paused in front of ‘C’. You took a couple breaths, relaxing yourself just as you did before any mission, before opening the door and stepping in.

Fury and Rogers were sitting at the table on opposite ends, the blonde looking around warily, eyeing the few agents lining the walls. You shot Fury a look, disapproving of the firepower in the room.

“Captain. Director.” You nodded to them in greeting.

Roger’s eyes snapped towards you, recognition lighting up his features. “You-”

“Agent Y/N Y/L/N. Sorry about the act.”

He nodded hesitantly, watching you as you sat down a couple seats from Fury. “I have some other business to attend to, so I’ll make this quick. To help you adjust, it’s been decided to assign an agent to help you for the next few months. Agent Y/L/N, here, will take that position.”

You blinked, turning to Fury, not expecting that. “What?”

Fury ignored you, standing up and setting down a file on the table in front of you when he passed. “The file has what you need to explain to him. Start now.”

“Fury.” You snapped, eyebrows furrowing as you stared at the file. Looking back as the door opened, you scrambled to stand when you realized he was leaving. “Fury! Excuse me.” You pardoned yourself from the captain, chasing after the director without waiting for his reaction. “Nicholas!”

That got his attention, his stride pausing. He spun on his heel, an eyebrow quirked. “Agent-”

“You didn’t mention anything about months helping him. I thought you meant, at most, a week!”

He crossed his arms tightly across his chest. “You’re the first person he saw when he woke up. You’re the best option.”

“First off,” you mimicked his position, popping your hip for good measure. “Even though I was the first person he saw, I deceived him. Why would he trust me? Second, why me? I understand having me for the little show you put on. I get that. But me? Of all people? You know I don’t do personal stuff.”

Fury narrowed his eyes. “You’re on this, and that’s final. He needs to know politics and technology. Settle him into the apartment in the file.”

You gaped as he turned around and started towards the elevators at the end of the hallway. “What about-?!”

“Your mission is being taken care of!” He called over his shoulder. “Politics and technology!”

You huffed, stomping your foot, frustrated, well aware of the fact that you were throwing a mini tantrum. You worked behind the scenes, acting as someone other than yourself. You didn’t help 93 year old super soldiers settle into new houses, teach them about current politics, and explain what cell phones were.

Walking back into the conference room, you found it empty besides Rogers, who was looking through the file, eyebrows knit in confusion. “Sorry about that.” You apologized, moving around the table to plop into the seat next to him.

He gave a half hearted shrug, glancing over at you. “It’s okay. He didn’t tell you the plan. I don’t blame you for being annoyed.”

“Yeah…it’s nothing personal. I’m not annoyed at you, and it’s not because of you. It’s just-”

“You don’t do personal stuff.” At your quirked eyebrow, he tapped his ear. “I could hear you.”

You cleared your throat, feeling slightly embarrassed at being heard. “Oh. Right. Enhanced hearing. Um, so, I guess you’re already starting without me.”

The tips of his ears turned red as you gestured to the file he was scanning. He dropped it, moving it over to you. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You shook your head. “It’s your schooling. However you wanna do this, whatever pace you want, we’ll do that. Fury just wants you to know-”

“Politics and technology.” He shot you a small smirk. “I heard that too.”

You chuckled a bit, nodding. “Right. Okay. Let’s see here. Nickie said there was an apartment they got you…”

“Page six.” He informed you as you flipped through the pages.

You hummed, looking at the small apartment, perfect size for one person, right here in Manhattan…in the same building as yours, you noted. “Of course.” You rolled your eyes. You’d basically be his babysitter, and you knew neither of you wanted that.

“What? What’s wrong?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “This is my building.”

He blinked, looking down at the picture of the apartment. “Oh. Well, if you want I can request a change-”

“No, no. It’s fine. I just - I wish Fury told me.”

“Can-can I ask you a personal question?”

You shrugged, thumbing through the rest of the file. They basically wanted you to give him a government lesson starting with the fifties and then go over military technological advancements - a lot of Stark Industries stuff. “You might as well. We’re gonna be spending quite a bit of time together.”

“Why don’t you do personal?” You stopped your reading, tapping a finger on the table as you chewed on your cheek. “Sorry. You don’t hafta share if it’s too personal. I get it. I was never really into sharing my emotions, either.”

Turning your head to him, your lips pursed thoughtfully. His head was ducked, his blonde hair previously parted and styled was falling into his eyes, which were trained on his linked hands in his lap. His forehead was still creased, but it was more contemplative than confused as it was previously. 

“I specialize in undercover operations.” Ignoring the way he whipped his head to you, slight surprise in those blues that you were answering his question, your head dropped back to the files, trying to act nonchalantly. “Before that I grew up in foster homes. My parents died when I was little. Drunk driver. No one survived. I was…two. I think. Maybe three. I learned to keep my head down to stay out of trouble; be the kid whoever had me wanted me to be. Anyways, I’m used to playing other people. I’m not really used to being myself.”

The room was blanketed with a silence that wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, either, but it was welcomed as Rogers processed what you had just told him. His voice was quiet, almost shy, when he spoke up. “You can be yourself with me…if you want.”

You looked over at him again, your lips turning up slightly as you met his sincere gaze. “Thanks. You can be yourself with me too, Captain Rogers.”

“Let’s start with you calling me Steve, Agent Y/L/N.”

Your features broke into a bigger grin as you nodded, accepting his terms. “Alright, Steve. I don’t really have a preference. Just don’t call me Agent. I get flashbacks to every conversation with Fury.”

Steve laughed and you couldn’t help but enjoy the way his eyes shut, his nose scrunching up. “Alright.” He agreed with a beam. “I think I can avoid that, honey.”

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