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peppapigvevo · 2 years

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STYLISTA

Guess who got the Bootique Clawdeen.

Let's have a wholly unprofessional and unsponsored review post!

Boring stuff out of the way first; she was on Amazon for $44.99 USD. She's currently on a 7% off sale so you can get the set for $41.85 USD.

The back of the box shows off some styling ideas as well as a little blurb in multiple languages.

The sides have more styling options.

The top of the box has a nifty little inventory of all the things contained within.

I didn't take any pictures of the inside but the doll, furniture and accessories were packaged very simply; the accessories were inside white paper bags, the furniture was strapped in to fit and Clawdeen had her own compartment on the left side. Not a display packaging obviously, since the box itself has no clear portions. On that note, I think the QC for facial screenings has gotten better, since Skulltimate Secrets and now this were packaged with no way to see the doll until you open the packaging. all the Skulltimate secrets dolls and this Clawdeen have perfect faces.

This is how Clawdeen was packaged: wearing her purple jumpsuit, green belt, green earrings and the pink translucent booties.

The doll herself does in fact have the torso joint. The lighting in my room is a little yellow, so you can't see it clearly, but her lid and undereye are lavender, with a magenta crease. Her lips are a much more saturated fuchsia red in real life. her hair is a berry color, with the light lavender color she typically gets. On the subject of her hair...

...I am not an expert, i am just a doll-collecting homosexual, but it does NOT feel like the same kind of hair texture every other Clawdeen has. I can't be sure if its nylon or saran or whatever, but it feels denser and waxier than the polypropolene. It wasn't as tangled before or after a wash, and the ends weren't as frayed.

You can see how it washed. This does NOT look the same as my other Clawdeens I washed, so take that as you will. I still need to reset the curl pattern, of course.

On to the clothing. The jumpsuit is actually a pretty heavy and dense denim, in this purple leopard print with lavender and blue spots, and magenta and black slash marks. It has short, cuffed sleeves and a pointed shirt collar, and cuffs on the hem of the pant legs. the waist has lime stitching and faux pockets.

All of Clawdeens belts have 3 different closure holes, so they can be worn tighter or looser at your discretion. This lime green belt has a skullette buckle and a very long trailing tail.

The booties are a light fuchsia with spikes on the top, and the heels are crescent moons. I know a lot of new MH shoes have interesting detailing on the soles, but these don't, probably because they're clear.

I'm gonna do the outfit pieces in groups. The sweater is yellow, with blue, white and purple circle detailing. The chest has an aqua triangle, the same color as the slash marks. The collar, cuffs and hem are the same blue as the circles on the sweater.

The tank top looked black at first, but it actually has a very subtle bleach dye effect that looks like mist in the dark, it's pretty nice irl. The shirt also has a tri-moon vinyl on it, with a howling wolf on the center full moon.

The green skirt is a lighter weight denim than the jump suit, with darker green spots and a frayed hem under a stitch. The cupcake skirt is in a metallic fabric with a slight blue shift; its really pretty in person. The waist is black elastic and the skirt is covered with criss-crossing claw marks.

The dress is a one-shoulder thigh length ruched number. Because of the design, it doesn't look like much on a hanger but it sings on the doll. The dress is blue with purple and pink leopard spots.

The scarf is hot pink with gold metallic flecks. The stole is a softer pink.

If you're insane like me and already have Skulltimate Secrets Clawdeen, this bucket hat should look familiar. It's the same mold in a periwinkle blue, sans the leopard spots. The canvas and stitch molding is REALLY nice.

I thought the boots had layers of fur, but theyre actually molded to look like slouchy fabric boots, with a repeating skullette pattern. The heels are lined in spikes, and theres a tie molded at the top.

The lime sneakers are the exact same mold as Ghoul Spirit Clawdeen, but in a solid green.

The set also comes with 5 hangers for extra outfits. They're kind of swirly and dainty looking, more like g1 Catrine. They come in pink, lavender, purple, blue and green.

Our girl comes with a lot of accessories! The lime green necklace, again, is the same mold as one that comes with Skulltimate Sectrets Clawdeen. Its a short chain with three dangling crescent moons, with a longer rope chain under that. The magenta necklace and choker are recast from her g3 signature; a circular moon pendant on a crescent moon chain, paired with a star choker.

The gold fur bangle is reused from her Ghoul Spirit doll. The magenta spiked cuff and purple cuff are new though. The magenta one is a simple spiked band while the purple has teeth detailing all around it, I did a terrible job photographing these so if anyone wants any clearer pics just let me know lmao.

The glasses are her signature glasses, in black. The magenta comb is a tiger-striped crescent moon with a studded handle.

The long gold piece is a hair barrette that says MONSTER. The long purple piece is a three-finger ring with the triple moon motif on it.

The black earring is a double crescent moon. IIRC this appeared first on Ghoul Spirit from this gen. The blue hoop with the dangling moon is also from Ghoul Spirit.

I didn't take close up picks of hem, but the green earings are a spiked hoop and a triple moon, recast from her signature earrings.

The gold belt has a double crescent moon buckle, mimicking the Gucci logo:

Finally, her bag is a large tote or shopping bag, covered in the same skullette molding as her boots. The green "HOWL" is flanked by pink bands with small crescent moons, and the moon shaped handles have tooth details.

The furniture she comes with are really cute and would look ADORABLE with her bedroom playset. The coffin-shaped clothing rack is studded, with the triple moon detail at the top. At the bottom are purple trays, and the lavender wheels do function.

The moon vanity has a circular mirror with two small shelves, a moon phases detail on the faux-drawer, and a moon shaped foot.

The pink stool has a starburst on the foot and the seat is molded to look like its padded or has draped pleats.

Final looks and thoughts in the next post!

#monster high #clawdeen wolf

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snowymuses · 1 year

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Name: Akemi Homura Alias: Magical Girl Homura, Akuma Homura, Homucifer Species: Magical Girl Height:5'1 Age:14 Birthday: February 22nd Gender: Female Orientation: Homosexual Hometown: Tokyo, Japan Occupation:: Student/Magical Girl

Physical appearance:

Homura is a young girl with waist-length black hair and violet eyes. She is nearly always presenting with a stoic expression. She once wore red rimmed glasses, and depending upon the timeline, will wear them again. In her magical girl form, she wears a white, long-sleeve coat with a silver collar over a black, long-sleeve dress. The skirt is silver with white trim. She also wears black leggings with dark-gray diamonds that cover the sides of the legs, and black heels. The coat appears to have a flower-like pattern with 3 “petals,” and has 2 ribbons attached to it.

Personality:

Homura is often considered to be very intelligent, athletic, distant, and cold. Despite her cold attitude towards others, she still very much cares for people she meets and makes friends with but is driven by her desire to save Madoka more than anything else. She cares deeply for her friends, although she finds it difficult to show them aside from fighting and protecting them, either from themselves or from Kyubey and witches. Although she does not easily show signs of remorse, sadness, or pity, it is only because she had grown used to the suffering around her.

Story:

In the original timeline where her journey began, Homura was meek, shy, timid, and had lack of confidence. Due to being in the hospital, she could not perform simple physical tasks. Overwhelmed by her perceived uselessness, she begins questioning her existence and until she begins her fated friendship with Madoka, her feelings do not change. Madoka, alongside Mami Tomoe, shows her the ropes and dangers of becoming a magical girl and notes that Madoka’s own attitude became much healthier with every witch battle.

In her original timeline Homura never made a contract with Kyubey until Madoka died, fighting Walpurgisnacht, and then she made a wish to relive meeting Madoka.

In her second timeline, Homura begins training to use her power as a magical girl and trying to make some bombs as her weapons.

In the cuurent timeline, Homura, now a magical girl, appears friendly to the class as she is introducing herself. She meets up with Mami and Madoka, and they defeat witches together. They all attempt to defeat Walpurgisnacht, but fail. Madoka And Homura are about to die before the former reveals that she has a Grief Seed left, using it on Homura while telling her to save herself from making a contract.

In the series timeline, Homura is first introduced as a new student. She claims that her head is hurting, and asks to go to the nurse, knowing that Madoka is the helper. She talks with Madoka in the hallway about Madoka’s current life, and if she wants to change. Madoka replies that she is happy with the way things are. She does whatever she can to keep Madoka from becoming a magical girl, which will lead to the girl’s death in one way or another.

Verses:

Current timeline: Madoka hasn’t become a magical girl yet, so there is still time to save her. In this timeline, Homura attends school and has attempted to become ingrained in the circle of friends to try and convince her to not become a magical girl. (No tag)

Any previous timeline: Tailored to the thread, this is one of the many times Homura has turned back time to try and save Madoka. (|V: Past Time|)

#Homura #Homura Bio

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naturespelled · 3 months

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AS IF YOU WERE A MYTHICAL THING, LIKE YOU WERE A TROPHY OR A CHAMPION RING. AND THERE WAS ONE PRIZE I'D CHEAT TO WIN.

Is that RICHARD MADDEN? No, that’s EOCHAIDH MAC DHURCÁIN. The 38 year old NATURE/COMMON WITCH ALPHA CIS MALE (HE/HIM) is an OCCULT STORE OWNER. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be AMBITIOUS & CHARMING, but beware, they’re also known to be DISMISSIVE & IMPULSIVE. Can you believe they’re from THE PRESENT? Me either.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: [ EOCHAIDH MAC DHURCÁIN ] NICKNAME: [ EOCH ] AGE: [ 38 ] GENDER: [ MALE ] SECONDARY GENDER: [ ALPHA ] PRONOUNS: [ HE/HIM ] SPECIES: [ NATURE/COMMON WITCH ] FAMILIAR: [ WHITE STAG ] ETHNICITY: [ WHITE, IRISH ] OCCUPATION: [ OCCULT STORE (CROW EYES) OWNER. ] RELIGION: [ PAGANISM. DRUIDRY. ] LANGUAGE, IN ORDER OF PROFICIENCY: [ IRISH, ENGLISH, SCOTTISH GAELIC ] ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ HOMOROMANTIC ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ HOMOSEXUAL ] SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [ DOM ] SEXUAL POSITION: [ TOP ]

RELATIONSHIPS

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ TBD. ] PARENTS: [ TBA. ] SIBLINGS: [ redacted. ] FRIENDS: [ TBA. ]

PHYSICAL TRAITS

FACE CLAIM: [ RICHARD MADDEN ] EYE COLOUR: [ BLUE ] HAIR COLOUR: [ DARK GINGER, AUBURN TO BROWN, A GREY STREAK ] HEIGHT: [ 1.86 METRES ] BODY BUILD: [ ATHLETIC, LEAN BUFF ] FACIAL HAIR: [ LIGHT SCRUFFY BEARD CENTRED AROUND THE MOUTH, EXTENDING TO THE SIDE OF HIS FACE. ] TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ MAGICAL TATTOOS ON HIS ARM AND SIDE OF HIS BODY EXTENDING DOWN TO HIS FEET REPRESENTING HIS CONNECTION TO NATURE. ] NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: [ CHARMS AS A BRACELET AND A NECKLACE. ]

PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS

PHOBIAS/FEARS: [ tba. ] MENTAL DISORDERS: [ tba. ]

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: [ TBA. ] LIKES: [ OCCULT ITEMS. TEA. ] DISLIKES: [ TBA. ] POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ AMBITIOUS, CHARMING ] NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ DISMISSIVE, IMPULSIVE, PUSHY ]

AESTHETICS

AESTHETICS: [ HERBAL TEA. LEAVES CRUNCHING UNDER BOOT. NATURE. PETRICHOR. TREES. BARE FOOT IN SOIL. WHISPERS AROUND LEAVES. SMELL OF OLD BOOKS AND ANTIQUES. YELLOWED PAGES. FADED INK. TORN PARCHMENT. HORNED CROWN. MOSS. RUNIC STONES. FORCEFUL HAND. ROOTS SPROUTING UP FROM GRASS. ENTANGLED VINES. COMPLEX MAGICAL FINGERINGS. BREWING CAULDRON. THORNS OVERSHADOWING FLOWERS. CALLOUSED FINGERS. MIDNIGHT WALKS UNDER BLINKING STREETLIGHTS. ] INSPO: [ WILLOW MUSIC VIDEO BY TAYLOR SWIFT. IRON DRUID CHRONICLES. MOANA. ]

KINKS

KINKS: [ BREEDING (DUH). COLLARS. LEASHES. VERBAL FEMINISATION. BOOT KISSING/LICKING. RESTRAINS/BONDAGE (VINES). THONGS. CHOKING. PUBLIC. HUMILIATION. DEGRADATION. SOMNOPHILIA. WATERSPORTS. FACE FUCKING. STOMACH BULGING. GAPING. CONTROL. OBJECTIFICATION. TBA. ] ANTI-KINKS: [ VORE. SCAT. INFANTILISM. ]

BIOGRAPHY

raised by a single parent. always in tune with nature. enjoyed the outdoors and trees from a young age. almost drowned in a frozen pond when he was six. felt the call of nature. powers manifested then and he unconsciously saved himself. tension between his parent and him because of how much he started to emulate the other absent parent. now in new haven. owns and runs an occult store near the edge of the woods.

tba.

#wtnhintro

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toranoya · 29 days

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ABOUT: (Saint) Peter

"Hiya! Welcome to Heaven. Can I get your name, please?"

Saint Peter was one of the Twelve Apostles and one of the first leaders of the early Christian Church. He appears repeatedly and prominently in all four New Testament gospels as well as the Acts of the Apostles. Catholic tradition accredits Peter as the first Pope of Rome‍. He is currently the Pearly Gate greeter, welcoming people as they arrive at Heaven.

AKA: Peter the Apostle, Simon Peter, Simeon, Simon, or Cephas Sexuality: Homosexual hc Species: Angel, Human (former) Occupation: Pearly Gate greeter, Holder of the Keys of Heaven and the Book of Life, Pope (former), Apostle (former), clergyman (former), fisherman (former)

Abilities: Flight, Gatekeeper, Adept at hand-to-hand combat, Capable of angelic combat, Singing talent, Able to lock/unlock any door in Heaven or on Earth, Fishing.

Headcanon: -Peter is homosexual thanks to his life as a fisherman and being surrounded by sweaty, muscular guys all the time. -Peter is awful with technology and doesn't know how to use his soulphone. -Due to his past as a fisherman and having to deal with unhappy people who can’t accept their sentence to Hell, Peter is surprisingly adept at hand-to-hand combat. Likewise, due to his long afterlife, he has become capable at ranged angelic combat. -Peter is a horrible liar. -Peter hates being alone. -Peter doesn’t really like Adam and so aggressively kindly checks his ID every time he returns to Heaven…especially when the first man seems to be in a bad mood. -Peter watches My Little Pony and loves rainbow sprinkles. -Peter is slightly vain, he was almost 70 when he physically died, and so chooses to appear as a young man. He also enjoys changing his hair style and experimenting with different robe styles to shake up his day. -Peter also has a face mask like the Exorcists wear if combat should be needed. It only covers the lower half of his face and is sky blue in color.

Appearance St. Peter is a pale-skinned slim angel with curled, short pale-blonde hair, turquoise eyes and sharp-styled eyebrows colored royal blue. As an angel, he sports a white halo above his head, and a pair of large feathered wings on his back which are celeste blue and cream-colored.

He wears a light blue vest over a pale-yellow shirt with the long sleeves sporting dull golden cuffs, and a light blue skirt with dull golden detailing that forms into a cross at the hem over a high-collared. He also wears a pastel red bowtie, and for footwear, he wears dull golden flats.

Personality St. Peter appears to be a friendly person overall. He is welcoming to newcomers and visitors, even if they're demons. He is somewhat flirty, enjoying the company of attractive people, and has been known to throw himself into the arms of muscular male angels.

Peter is somewhat prone to being startled, freaking out when Charlie reveals herself to be Lucifer's daughter, wherein he lets a cuss word slip, specifically "Fuck".

He may be a little absent-minded or he just doesn't pay much close attention to some things, as he doesn't recognize Charlie's last name "Morningstar" to be the same "Morningstar" in Lucifer's name, making him unable to make a conclusion that she is Lucifer's daughter until Charlie told him.

#rp #info #non i11 #hc-peter #about-peter #muse-peter

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zooterchet · 4 months

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Provisional Irish Republican Army (Provos, EON)

Confederate Southern Army: In the prequels, the Confederate Southern Army, was portrayed as Nixon; Finis Valorum. It's the new trend in art, portraying California Republicans with a ZODIAC naval or airline draft unit, as racist white southerners supporting Lynyrd Skynyrd.

The MI-6 Poverty Draft: In the Nolan trilogy, the villains were portrayed as MI-6 from poverty, the CIA's operand; America now has access to calculus banking derivatives, a catalyst reaction removing from simple interest debt of the Mob (a foreign espionage estate owned, outside of the fire marshal, the Swastika). Instead of using MI-6 solely as playwrights, Scientology (Hitler Youth) has been replaced with American spies.

The Foreign Aid Investment: Star Trek, has featured Karl Urban, "Bones", being the last survivor of a medical bay blowout; however his character, is oil economics, shutting down Cape Wind and making it popular for American university students to take energy classes, for power grids and disimproved power rates of appliances; the sales of poverty surplus, to the African community, outside of the Mossad's claim to be NSA; NSA, a MUD system, taught on the internet, and prior, in teacher's union games, DARPA.

Black Lives Matter: A new movement, out of the "Caucasian" pizza, the African distaste of tomato and deadly nightshade, behind the combined and private drug market rates, drug dealers paid as if upon wage, with an extended salary out of purchase of marijuana, signaled through sales of marijuana on the cleared market; the black market removed, as racketeering, through Synagogues; Nietzsche's work, refuted, and German opium sales by CVS, made illegal.

American Women's Union: The VOICE Australian union, forming through protection of women threatened with incarceration by British Diet forces in Japan, the Yakuza; the shutdown of pimping services of France and Germany, South Park Studios, and the removal of contract laws on those visiting dominatrixes, a return to the concept of prostitution as fetish. Common economics laws, introduced to housing of employee in the blue collar industries, and the worker's rally removed, in favor of the women's rally; the armed female, with a handgun or rifle, not the gay man, the school shooter. The forbidden term of homosexual, as Muslim, returned to the markets, and the common expulsion of the homosexual and their female friends, lesbians, from society and into poverty.

TV Tropes: The shutdown of the Iranian-Tehran Jewish claim of intellectual property for oil rights, and the removal of the retarded, those Germans rigging and claiming lottery bets, to obselescence, under Hungarian and Polish masters, to protect America's drilling rights. The repetitive use of grocery store logic, on the internet, any using, attracted to claim of royalty contract under Stan Lee's internal housing logic; however rendered flabbergasted, at own claim of production as owned by self, instead of owned by commodity introduced with currency attached; labor of good, the payment and paid source of economy, for farm numbers; not seizure of digits of bank, the housing market in narcotics, for falsely produced work, the minor act on stage of theater.

Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer: The children's hero, as impossible to approach, and not based on any work of fit or form to recognize genome, type, or law, the common pederasty as accused of otherwise if placing a human being in a children's game or film, and the nullification of ramified suits of claim, to reveal the individual applying law as a homosexual; a queen, the poorest type of man or woman available, the incompetently tutored by parent, in suits of law of plaintiff having produced success in court. The removal of Dr. Joshua Golden's office, by the shifted engram of selection of character, each character either picking Sullivan, in "The Departed", or forced into Costello, the spy for the British John Hancock firm, the Tong; the exploitation of American, Chinese, and African labor, for a division of community in white views of foreign culture; held around the dinner table, of racist households, the French and English. A dominance of Irish power.

#4chan #dune #batman #massachusetts

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deepartnature · 9 months

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New York: Deluxe Edition - Lou Reed (2020)

"Lou Reed was unusually hard to pin down in the 1980s. After the gay-rights-rallying cry of Transformer in 1972, he spent a decade mating queerness with rockn’roll and flirting with his own homosexuality in public statements, an identity that seemed to culminate in 1979, when he came out to Creem Magazine. Hardly a year later, he was celebrating married love on Growing Up in Public and, by 1982, heterosexuality in more general terms on the nonetheless excellent The Blue Mask. Reed’s subject matter changed because his life did—he got married in 1980—yet his newfound pop persona as a successful heterosexual capitalist coincided with the rise of Ronald Reagan, who was murdering gay people with his refusal to acknowledge the AIDS epidemic while helping to make greed and white-collar success culturally ubiquitous. Reed never supported Reagan’s policies, but he gave the impression of a star wearing the garb of his own era, scrawling an ode to his New Jersey country home as easily as he once caked on glam rock make-up. And then he made New York, a record of unmistakable conviction, one so direct and literary, erudite and rageful that it resembles no protest music written before or since. ..."

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olliepurples · 5 months

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in homosexual white collar news today, neal is handing over his wedding ring for peter :/

#white collar #homosexual white collar news #god i love this show #i'm on rewatch rn #to be clear i don't actually have a word for what i think their relationship is exactly #they truly are all things to each other #its like yuki yuki to matsu said:#“you're my mother you're my father you're my snot-nosed kid”#this bit in particular is very romantic coded tho #for anyone curious it's s2e14 #the exact context is that peter has been kidnapped by keller #(side note i love keller he's so funny)#keller is demanding $2.5 mil to pay off the russian mob (long story) or he will kill peter #the only thing neal has worth that much he can access in time is the wedding ring he was going to give kate #(side note the ring is SO ugly lmao if i was kate i would divorce him just for that)#so he's giving it up #it literally represents his dreams of marrying and growing old with kate #and he's willing to give it up for peter #it's symbolic of him getting over kate's death #and he can only do it because peter needs him to #makes me truly insane

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xxnotyourbabyxxx · 1 year

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Playlist

I Want To Hold Your Hand - The Beatles

This song was a favorite of Beck’s mother and was often heard wafting through the halls of their rather large family home. Some of Beck’s earliest childhood memories include his mother humming the sentimental tune as she tucked him and his two siblings in for the night. Later the song with become even more impactful as he longed to be able to reach out for the hand of his mother in times of misery and woe, something that he felt he could never do as she slowly negated her duties as a caretaker to hear children on any level beyond life sustaining measures. I.e. providing shelter and food. A close, nurturing relationship is something Beck longer for the entirety of his younger years and being void of it most likely played a hand in his very complicated relationship attempts.

Cough Syrup - Young the Giant

Through his tough upbringing as a closeted homosexual in a conservative, white collar family this song was a comfort to Beck. It helped him to not feel so alone and like other people may be experiencing the same kinds of dramatic lows as him. The underlying message here is that Cough syrup doesn't actually cure you from your ailments, it simply aids in symptom relief. This metaphor lends itself to parting, music, drinking.. Any activities which could become a distraction, thus masking the burden of the real root cause of the discomfort of life. Cough syrup is like the coping mechanism to dull the ache caused by sickness, or in Beck’s case, his depression over his denial of his true self.

Not The Boy Next Door - The Boy from Oz

After escaping the scrutiny of his family and the intolerable watchful guise of the community that surrounded them, this particular hymn would play on repeat no matter what the occasion. A simple stroll down the Vegas strip to an intense workout session, the lyrics displayed here energized and refreshed the newly emancipated young adult. “Though I may look the same way to you, underneath I am somebody new.” Never again would Beck return to the place he used to brand ‘home’ because he’s changed with his new experiences and has now realized there is an entire world out there, one much more elaborate and dynamic than the four-sided box he was kept in back in California. “You can have your dream, but you can’t have me.” Keep grasping for those empty straws, old man, but your golden boy is no longer yours to keep on display.

Crash Into Me - Dave Mathews Band

This song is special to Beck as it reminds him of his relationship with August Del Rosario, the love of his life and the only person he can honestly say he’s ever been in love with. The two share a very special bond with unbreakable chemistry, the lyrics of this ballad speak to him and describe what he feels for August and the magnitude of that burning desire. Their physical attraction to one another cannot be described with any combination of words, but the sentiment of, “crash into me” gets close to articulating the desperation to be closer than humanly possible.

Boys - Lizzo

It may have taken years for Beck to truly open up and accept himself, but this song reminds him just how far he’s come. To be able to belt this song out at the top of his lungs and no longer care who hears the lyrics is a huge step for him. Beck has come into himself since the move to Las Vegas and has no issues with embarrassing himself and also forcing himself on the rest of the world. As a party boy this song also brings out the fun, energetic side of him. This is a feel good song, one you throw on in the car before arriving at the club or listen to through airpods as you throw down on house work and deep cleaning. Not to mention he really loves boys.

#task

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queerism1969 · 2 years

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Are there any Indian lesbians?

Sexual orientation is a human experience so people from any race can be homosexual.

Dutee Chand: She’s an Indian professional sprinter. Her sports accolades are many but she was recently applauded for coming out publicly. She declared that she was in a same-sex relationship. She is now, India’s first and only openly gay athlete.

Vasu Primlani: Vasu Primlani is an environmentalist and India’s first openly gay comedian. She is also the recipient of the 2015 Nari Shakti Puruskar by the Government of India. Even though being gay puts her at odds with the law, she has never shirked away from her sexuality in her gigs.

Nina Chaubal: Chaubal grew up in Mumbai, India. At 13 years old, she discovered the word 'transgender' and realized it described her. She found a connection with other trans people through the internet.

Menaka Guruswamy: She is known for having played a significant role in many landmark cases before the Supreme Court, including the Section 377 case, the case of the bureaucratic reform, the Augusta Westland bribery case, the Salwa Judum case, and the Right to Education case. She is assisting the Supreme Court as Amicus Curie in the case pertaining to the alleged extrajudicial killings of 1,528 persons in Manipur.

Arundhati Katju: Arundhati Katju is a lawyer qualified to practice in India and New York. She has litigated many notable cases at the Supreme Court of India and the Delhi High Court, including the Section 377 case, the case of a trans man being illegally confined by his parents, the Augusta Westland bribery case, the 2G spectrum corruption case, and the Jessica Lal murder case. Her law practice encompasses white-collar defense, general civil litigation, and public interest cases.

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navegandoaciegas · 4 years

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no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: catholic priest!Bucky, virgin!Bucky, desecrating thoughts and actions, explicit language, smut, consensual sexual acts, mentions of loss of virginity, slight innocence and religious kinks (nothing disturbing), oral sex, fingering, masturbation, sex in a public (and sacred) place.

Summary: As punishment for your sinful behavior, your parents send you to your aunt’s house in the middle of nowhere, in hope you’ll redeem yourself. The punishment quickly backfires when you take an interest in the local (and handsome) priest, and you manage to corrupt his pure soul.

A/N: I was in a priest!Bucky mood this morning and I wrote this for @saiyanprincessswanie writing challenge. I chose prompt 17 and the ‘opposites attract’ trope. I hope you like this!

Filth and happy ending ‘cause I’m a sap. Take me to church by Hozier inspired this.

This is not a dark story and both reader and Bucky are consenting adults. Fyi, catholic priests can’t marry, and they change their name when they are ordained. We’ll pretend James is the name he took as priest.

You look over your shoulder to check if anyone’s around and knock on the backdoor of the church, waiting for your lover to usher you inside. The sinful secrecy of it all, the rush of excitement, your love for all that’s forbidden: you’ve never felt more alive.

Being forced to spend the summer in the middle of nowhere is not the way you expected your senior year of college to end, but not all evil comes to harm, and in this quiet little town, you’ve become quite interested in the local priest. In your defence, boredom is the root of all evil, and in your case, evil happens to make you horny and prone to making bad decisions, and Father James is young and handsome, so it was only a matter of time before he gave in the temptation of the flesh and you found yourself fucked against the altar.

Ordained or not, he’s only a man after all.

The confessional is dark and suffocating; behind the wooden screen, the priest is all ears.

Muscle memory kicks in when you do the sign of the cross and begin to speak.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” you recite the formula that’s been ingrained in your mind since you were old enough to need it, “My last confession was seven years ago.”

You mentally curse your parents for still having the authority to send you to Bumfuck Nowhere, Alabama, and your aunt for forcing you to attend church and confess your sins.

It will be good for your soul, they said, New York is corrupting you.

You suppose it’s only fair that your good catholic parents would react so drastically; they wanted to surprise you in your new apartment and drove all the way from Rhode Island to New York, only to find your piano tutor buried balls deep inside of you. Lord knows what they’d do if they knew you’ve lost your purity long before that, with one of the good catholic girls in your private boarding school. Extramarital sex, with a woman at that! They’d probably have a meltdown, drag your to a cloistered convent and lock you there for life.

You don’t wait for the priest to acknowledge you and start talking.

“You know Father, I found a handy dandy little list of all the sins you’re supposed to confess to and I checked them. I’ll read it to you. Let’s see.” you clear your throat, “So, I use artificial birth control, I broke a couple of promises, including the one to wait for marriage, I can be kind of blasphemous sometimes, but you see, I spent six months abroad in Italy last year and the kids there taught me all sorts of ways to disrespect the Lord, they have so many, and once those things get stuck in your brain... what can you do, they just stick in there, you don’t even want to say them but they become part of your vocabulary.” you continue uninterrupted, “Anyways, my parents caught me in the act with a man, so I guess we have ‘dishonoring family’ too. Underage drinking as a kid, a lot of that. Drugs sometimes, nothing major, ya know, I don’t do coke or nothing. Gossiping, impure thoughts, God-”

He interrupts you clearing his throat.

“Sorry. See? I don’t even do it on purpose. As I was saying, I love those. Lying... not a whole lot to be honest; to my parents, mostly. Haven’t prayed in a good 10 years. Masturbation, did I mention that? Watched porn a couple of times, ‘m not a big fan if I’m being honest, but to each their own. Oh, and premarital sex, a ton of that. Had an orgy once, not too fond of those either. Too many limbs.”

There’s a lot to unpack here, so you give him a moment to ponder his thoughts. He stays silent for a while, and when he speaks his voice is not at all what you expected it to be. He’s soft spoken yet commanding, and sounds surprisingly young.

“Anything else you can remember?”

“Well of course, the cherry on top, my own first class ticket to hell.” you say, not as cheerful as before, repeating the exact words you’ve been taught for years, “God gave me free will and I used it to commit homosexual acts, Father. Multiple times.”

You let the words hang in the stuffy air of the confessional; you don’t know what to expect from the priest, to be honest. Last time you admitted to thinking of a girl to a religious figure, Sister Theresa told you you’d never have to act on your impulses, or you’d burn in hell for it. You were 12.

“You think that’s worse than the rest?”

“Not me, no, I don’t.”

He hums thoughtfully. “What makes you do the things you do?” he asks, and you don’t feel any of the judgment you were expecting, only genuine curiosity.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me to repent for my sins?” you reply, equally as curious.

“Is absolution what you’re seeking?”

You snort, shaking your head. “I’m not looking for forgiveness, Father, and I’m way past asking for permission.”

“Then why are you here?”

“My aunt forced me.”

It’s his turn to snort this time. “You don’t seem the type to follow orders blindly.”

You admit the guy’s got a point. “I guess… I don’t know. I felt the need to. It feels nice, talking to someone. I feel lonely a lot, and it’s easier to talk to strangers. And this is cheaper than therapy, so that’s a bonus. Really, I just need to vent.”

“Do you regret any of your choices?” he says, after a while.

“Not the ones I confessed to.” you admit, trying to discern the priest’s figure behind the screen.

“What is it, then?”

“You know, you’re kinda chill for a priest from Alabama, I gotta give it to you.” you respond, dodging his question.

“Thanks, it’s probably because I’m from Brooklyn.”

“What the hell-”

“Language.”

“Sorry. Why would someone move from Brooklyn to this place?”

“Vocation.”

“I see.”

It’s silent again, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

“You should come to the parish sometimes. We have meetings, we sing, we eat together, the children play football and the young adults talk about what it means to be a Catholic in the modern world. It may ease your mind about a lot of worries and misconceptions you might have.”

You contemplate on his words: it wouldn’t hurt, would it? It’s not like you’ve got a whole lot going on here; and you might as well find yourself a devoted man or woman to pass time.

“I might.”, you finally respond, not willing to give him the satisfaction, and stand from the chair. “I’ll see you around, Father.”

“May God give you peace, miss.”

“Amen.”

“What took you so long?” James asks, grunting when you pull on his hair.

“My aunt asked me to make lunch for her husband, as if he couldn’t do it his damn self.” you respond, and suck on his bottom lip, “Missed me?”

“Always.”

You coo, “My eager boy.”

He’s sitting on his office chair and you’re straddling his lap, grinding your hips on him and feeling his arousal grow. You’re burning up, panties damp and a familiar coil in your core. You don’t know what excites you the most: being responsible for the corruption of such pure soul, the forbidden aspect of fucking a Catholic priest, or the possibility of someone walking in on you. Your walls flutter when you imagine the scandal that this affair would create.

You pull him closer, tugging on his white collar, and he breaks the kiss. His eyes are black and glossed over, lips swollen, cheeks red, but there’s something like worry in eyes.

“Do you love me?” he asks quietly, in the soft voice you adore.

“Of course I do, you know that.”

You fall on your knees and fumble with the zipper of his black pants.

“Would you love me if I didn’t have this collar?” he stops your hands with his, “Would you still love me if I wasn’t this?”, he gestures to his sacred attire.

You pause your actions and search his eyes. Where is this coming from?

“Yes, I’d love you anyways, I’ll always love you.”

A small, shy smile breaks on his face. He lifts you up and makes you sit on his desk.

“I- I w-want to try something,” he begins with a stutter, “I remember hearing some kids back when I was in school talk about it.”

You cock your head to the side, observing carefully as he sits back down on the chair and parts your legs. He lowers his head and begins peppering the inner skin of your thighs with open mouthed kisses. Oh-.

“James, you don’t have to do this.” you try to tell him, but he’s already moving your panties to the side.

He stares entranced between your legs; he’s never been this bold, never watched you there. “You’re so pretty, I want to kiss you here.”

You feel a finger tease your entrance and dip in. Every nerve ending in your body is on fire, and when he licks a strip of your dripping cunt, you feel like you could burst. He delves in your glistening folds, tongue swirling around as if he was kissing your mouth, and your hips jerk forward when he crooks a couple of fingers inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes the coil in your belly grow tighter.

You throw your head back and your eyes fall on the cross behind you. You are very much past forgiveness at this point, you muse, and that makes this all the more exciting.

You’re writhing under his touch, completely at his mercy. You grab the back of his neck and bring his face upward so that his mouth comes in contact with your clit.

“Suck there.” you demand in a raspy voice, rocking your hips and fucking yourself on his fingers. “Good boy.” you praise when he closes his mouth around your bud and begins sucking and lapping on it. “Yes, oh my God, fuck, faster.”

James obeys and jerks the fingers inside of you, the vibration and his tongue enough to make the knot in your core unravel and pleasure release in jolts, shooting from your center to the rest of your body; you slap a hand on your mouth to suppress wanton moans as your hips twitch involuntarily and your toes curl. He rides you though your orgasm until you’re too sensitive to handle his face on you.

When you look down, you find him, face wet in your arousal, eyes half lidded.

“Did I do well?” he asks full of hope, still clinging to your legs and nuzzling your thigh.

“You did amazing, sweet boy.”

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.”

Hearing your sultry voice, he chokes on air behind the screen and clears his throat, trying to keep the same composure he always seems to loose when you’re around.

“I got friendly with a man, you see, a man of church.” you begin in a teasing tone, “He kissed me, and I didn’t pull back. I let him roam his hands all over my body, Father, and then I corrupted him.”, You lick a couple of fingers and dip them in your mouth, then you release them with a popping sound and slowly slip them in your panties. You push a finger in your already wet core, smearing arousal around and teasing your clit, slow at first. “You should have seen how innocent he looked, Father. He said he’s never been touched like that. A virgin. I’ve never been with a virgin before.” you continue, almost moaning the last part as you slide three fingers in and out of you and tease your bud with your thumb, “He didn’t even know I could please him with my mouth, so I took him in and I sucked him off.” You’re panting, hand furiously circling your clit. You hear Bucky’s ragged breath behind the screen. “He moaned so loud, F-F-Father, he c-came so quick. And I swallowed it all, because you can’t let a single drop of seed g-go to w-waste, can you?” you whimper, feeling an orgasm build up.

You’re fueled by his suppressed grunts and the lewd sounds of him touching himself.

“I don’t come for absolution Father, because I’d do it all again.” you breathe at last, letting pleasure run through your every nerve, setting you ablaze.

Behind the screen, Father James paints his hand and black shirt in white spurts, shame and pleasure fighting eachother in his mind.

You haven’t moved yet, legs parted, trying to catch your breath, and James is still clinging onto you.

You don’t know how it happened.

It started with boredom, with a wish to fuck the pretty priest, but you’ve caught feelings now, and in three weeks you’ll have to get back to New York, where a job and a new apartment await you.

At least your aunt and your parents are happy about your redemption: you’ve been going to church everyday. They don’t need to know you’ve spent most time on your knees or on your back.

But you don’t want to think about it now; you can’t let sadness take over and ruin these moments when James is only yours. Your love is on borrowed time, and you intend to make the most out of it.

“Do you want to fuck me, my love? You want me to come all over your pretty cock, yes? You want to fill me up with your cum?” you whisper in his ear, amused at the way he blushes.

“Please.” he whines, palming his cock through his briefs.

“Please what, sweet boy?”

“Please let me-” he interrupts himself.

“Let me what?”

He mumbles something incomprehensible.

“Can’t hear you.” you tease him, grabbing his chin and tilting his face up.

“Let me make love to you.”

You let out a chuckle and shake your head fondly. This man has had you bent over his desk, in the confessional, behind the altar, on the benches where the devoted Catholics of this town attend mass, and yet he can’t bring himself to talk crudely.

You pull on his hair so he stands, and you kiss him ravenously, letting your hands roam over his lean body, the taste of his lips permanently etched in the back of your mind. You don’t want to forget a thing, so you commit to mind each of his little noises, the way his tongue swirls around yours, the soft caresses of his hands.

Clothes discarded in a blur, the room is filled with your moan and his grunts. He pounds into you like a desperate man, clinging onto you with a bruising touch, holding you impossibly close as if you were about to slip through his fingers. And in a way, you are.

When James makes love to you the world disappears and there’s no judgement, no church. He’s not a priest, you’re not a sinner; he’s not pure, you’re not sick.

It’s just you and him, united in one body. Just a man and a woman being one in the flesh.

His thrusts become sloppier, his breathing labored. He brings a hand on your clit and presses on it. He comes inside of you, painting your walls, and the feeling of his swollen cock inside you and his cum filling you up are enough to trigger your release too, your walls clenching on him and milking every last drop.

You’re exhausted, panting in each other’s embrace.

There’s no sin when you’re like this; you’re no longer the devil to his holy water.

There’s only love.

James’ desk in his office is dark and wide, with mahogany panels on all three sides except the one he sits at. So when Ms. Lee, the adorable elderly lady that organizes the monthly fundraising events for charity, knocks on the door as you’re bouncing on James’ cock, all you have to do is crouch down and disappear under the table.

“Good evening, Father James.” She greets him cheerfully.

You hear the tapping of her heels until she plops down on the guests chair.

“Good evening, Ms. Lee.” he responds in a strained voice, adjusting himself on the chair.

Ms. Lee speaks a lot. She’s talking James’ ear off, blabbering about the next charity event, and you think what better occasion than this one to be an indecent slut.

You slowly massage his thighs, bringing your hands from his knees to his groin, teasing him when you get close to his crotch and retracting.

You watch as his cock swells in front of you, and you bite back a giggle. You hear him suck in a breath when you start pumping his length with both your hands.

“Are you alright, James? You’re looking a little worse for wear.” Ms. Lee asks him worriedly when she sees her priest red and sweaty.

James clears his throat and when he’s about to open his mouth, you lick a strip from base to his leaking tip, and the noise that escapes him is between a moan and a grunt.

“Y-yes, Ms. Lee, I’m fine. Just some food poisoning I think.” he manages to answer, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Poor thing.” she coos, and you take his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around, sucking on the frail skin of under the tip, “Anyways-” she begins again.

James tries to keep his composure, but you sense his distress, and you imagine it must be written all over his face. One hand massages his balls, the other aids your movements as you bob your head up and down, careful not to make a noise. His legs twitch under the table when you push his cock all the way down to your throat, and he makes a strangled noise.

“Sweetie, are you sure you’re fine? You really don’t look like it.” Ms. Lee interjects again, interrupting her story.

“I’m fine ma’am, don’t worry about me.”, he says through gritted teeth, jaw clenched shut so hard he might break his teeth.

You give it all you’ve got until your jaw is aching and your knees are killing you. Your effort pays off when, with one last motion on your hands, James grunts and cums in your throat, hips jerking forward and legs shaking.

He comes so hard that you choke on his release.

“Did you hear it too?” she asks in alert.

“He-hear wh-what?” he stutters, pretending to cough to hide your noises.

“A choking sound?”

“Oh, no, don’t worry about that, just my cough.” he answers, red faced and spent.

“I guess…” she doesn’t sound convinced but lets it go anyways. She could never imagine her sweet priest is getting blown by a city whore under his desk, “I’ll get going then, but please get some rest Father, your holy duties can wait.”

They can indeed, you think, as James yanks you from underneath the table and bends you over the desk, fucking you until you’re crying.

“What makes you do the things you do?” he’s playing with your hair as he asks the question that’s been plaguing him for months, since that first time in the confessional.

You’re in a motel somewhere, two hours away from your town, laying on a bed like two lovers. In this room, you’re not a dirty little secret.

What excited you before, suffocates you now.

You thought you may only like the forbidden, but you find yourself at peace in his arms, that peace you’ve yearned for for 22 years, that peace you could never find, because people like you are born sick, that’s what you’ve been told your whole life.

“If I tell you, will you absolve me?” you ask, basking in his affection.

James is so sweet, so caring. You wish this moment could last forever.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, my love. I’ve sinned too much myself.”

“My bad.” you giggle.

Silence falls on you, and you hum in though, pondering your next words very carefully.

“I don’t do them for any reasons, other than they feel good. It feels good to drink, to smoke, to fuck you, to suck your cock.”, you say, and he blushes in embarrassment, “Or maybe I never got over my teenage phase and I just like doing all the things my parents always told me not to do, who knows. Trauma? Maybe. Spite? Quite possibly. I don’t even know at this point.”

He nods slowly.

He wishes you could see yourself through his eyes, see how perfect you are. In his heart, there’s only love for you, in his mind, no more conflict.

“I do them for you.” he answers, and you smile at him, “And for myself, I guess. I thought I had found my way, but maybe I was wrong.”

You turn to look at him, and bop his nose.

“I’ll always love you, no matter what choice you make. I’ll wait for you if you ask me to.”

But his choice has been made already.

He doesn’t deserve his collar, but hopefully he deserves you.

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hello em i have a request. can u please rate mr harrington's looks/outfits i just feel like u have the best takes and i'd LOVE to know how you'd rank his choices 👀

this is the single greatest ask i’ve ever received. i will be ranking the outfits, not steve’s moral alignment or actions in each scene. in order of appearance:

The Introduction

4/10

hair is tragic

steve copied this entire fit from a mannequin in the ralph lauren polo outlet store

would honestly be a 0/10 except for the obvious valiant effort being put forth by his lower half to resist the sexless curse of khaki pants. the devil (st costuming department) works hard but by god steve harrington (joe keery’s body) works harder

nice brown watch that certainly came from a department store

also gains points for being next to nancy’s anemic librarian fit, thus looking better by comparison

The Rich Bitch

8/10

thank god he ditched the khakis

hair looks much less demonic

it’s a simple look but the sweatshirt rides up when he shotguns the beer

he also gets wet

solid 8 for sluttiness alone

The Whore

10/10

wet

please note that his chest is waxed. keep this in mind.

The Heterosexual

2/10

hair looks like he dipped his head in glue

bold choice with the grey pants. unfortunately that choice was wrong

matching outfits with your comphet girlfriend isn’t as cute as you think it is stevie

you only get points because despite that ungodly pastel stripe pattern the polo’s decently fitted and makes your arm look kinda nice

The Dickhead

3/10

glue head pt. 2

at least the stripes aren’t pastel this time

The Cuck

6/10

hair slightly less glue-y

yet another striped polo is peeking out unfortunately

but! it’s green and green looks good on him

finally wearing jeans like a normal fucking human instead of weird slacks

pivotal moment in steve’s fashion evolution from preppy male model to sexy morally upright king

his morals are stored in the denim

The Final Girl

9/10

an outfit with a character arc to rival steve’s own

pretty fucking good hair if i do say so myself!!

it’s fluffy!

that shit looks like if you touched it it’d be soft... no glue here!

finally not copying from the goddamn l.l. bean catalog

iconic green slut sweatshirt? check! jacket and nikes? check! fucked-up gorgeous face and baseball bat full of rusty nails? check, baby!

looks good on its own OR with some blood on top

overall a very solid look

The Darling Little Drummer Boy

7/10

babe no... please don’t go back to the khakis... they won’t treat you like jeans do...

not quite glue head but not his best

apparently steve owns a single green sweatshirt, a thousand striped polos, and one very precious christmas sweater

almost makes up for prep-related khaki crimes by being really fucking cute

The Simp

8/10

glue head is DEAD

further evidence that steve harrington’s entire closet is just striped polos

this is his fifth unique striped polo

most of these points are for the sunglasses and the hair

actually all of these points are for the sunglasses and the hair

he’s finally let go of the fucking pastels thank jesus

and you can’t see it but he did wear jeans with this fit i just forgot to make sure they were pictured and it’s 4:15 am so i don’t feel like going back to remake this collage

cannot tell if this is a lighter blue version of the jacket he wore three times in s1 or if it IS the jacket he wore three times in s1 and the color grading is just that different

either way he loves jackets and i think that’s very sexy of him

The Intellectual

9/10

i’ve been waiting for this one... turn it up!

literally invented vests

excellent hair

loses a point for unfortunately introducing steve’s SIXTH unique striped fucking polo

i can’t see the collar but i know it’s there i know you’re wearing another fucking polo steve you can’t hide from me

can’t decide if he looks gay or just really preppy but either way he’s got some repression going on

still a very solid look

The Oh No Oh God It Hurts I’m Looking Away I Can’t Watch This

10/10

yes that middle picture is absolutely to show off the texture of his blazer and not at all me making sure that if i have to see his heartbroken little face then you all do too

anyways i Know that blazer cost at least $100 like i Know that shit’s expensive

excellent gorgeous soft-looking hair that someone ought to run their hands through but only people who haven’t dated him for a year while pining after someone else

emotional devastation... but make it unbelievably fucking sexy

stevie baby i know you’re a colorful guy but please wear more black

The Meathead Jock

9/10

aw christ whatever happened to standards?

introduction of the blue nikes <3

god his hair looked fucking good here

could have gained that final point by using tube socks with blue and GREEN stripes to tie together the shoes and the gym uniform :/

shorts could be shorter but are an altogether appropriate and enjoyable length

fun sweatstain to customize the look <3

The (is there a word for victim of bullying?) Serious Athlete

8/10

the yellow stripe was more fun

still cute though

The Sudsy Boy

11/10

wet

suds indicate that he’s washing his hair, presumably with faberge organics. is this why he’s being bullied?

steve brings his faberge organics shampoo and conditioner and his farrah fawcett spray to school with him whenever he has basketball practice

steve either has shampoo, conditioner, and hairspray in his backpack at all times, or he has a separate gym bag that’s mostly haircare products

just need to make sure we all know that

excellent freckle showcase

his chest is still waxed. please, i beg, keep this in mind

one of his strongest looks

The Babysitter

10/10

his most versatile look to date

a different jacket than the one(s) he’s worn before but it still has the same kind of collar. steve found a jacket he liked and bought it in at least three colors

the whole thing fits So fucking nicely! shirt, jacket, jeans... baby boy is TAILORED

return of the white nikes with the red check indicate that they are his fashion nikes, while the blue nikes with the white check are his sport nikes. interesting.

this fit lasts like 48 hours and steve simply looks sexier as time goes on which is a testament to its quality as well as his inherent power

every new accessory elevates his appearance. roses, nail bat, rubber gloves, blood, sweat, band-aids, bandana, goggles... each element complements the look in its own way!

an overall win

The Chauffeur

8/10

we can’t really see the whole fit but he’s not wearing a striped polo so i’m calling it a win regardless of what’s on his bottom half

cannot give him a 10/10 though because he might be wearing khakis

red is such a nice color on him when it’s not just from his blood

i lied when i said he should wear more black he should wear more colors

that plain sweater absolutely cost $85 or more

hair looks very nice and soft

excellent look!

The Sailor Man

9/10

very precious

absolutely the best hair i’ve ever seen

baby boy got highlights for his hot girl summer!

bright colors make his very red lips pop

shorts could be shorter

love the little accents! especially the white pockets and belt

excellent color coordination on steve’s part with the blue sneakers (notably different than his s2 blue basketball nikes) and the red bruising/blood

i hope you remembered that steve’s chest was waxed. as you can see his chest is now unwaxed. some change between s2 and s3 drove this decision, presumably either his breakup with nancy or the fact that he no longer showers in front of other guys at school. up to your interpretation

shock blanket at the very end is a nice touch so we don’t forget he’s traumatized

The Drowned Rat/The Man Overboard

10/10

wet

shorts could be shorter

the decision to purchase and wear a hoodless raincoat is absolutely ridiculous and stupid

however it is also very steve harrington and i value self-expression

The Chick Magnet/The Flaming Homosexual

100/10

what can i even say about this fit?

the absolute best pants he’s worn thus far. amazing fit, excellent classic wash. i say this as a former american eagle outfitters associate and the winner of my freshman year dorm’s “best at folding jeans” award

manages to make blue jeans with a half-blue denim vest work effortlessly

bold primary colors make him stand out without being too gaudy

excellent pairing of t-shirt with simple stripes and vest with simple color blocking to create a complex yet cohesive and flattering look

simple brown belt gives the look a put-together yet down-to-earth vibe

hair has only gotten better

still wearing that same brown watch that he’s had since the introduction

this man looks like he waxes his chest

this is steve in his final form

thank you for your time

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starrynight0612 · 4 years

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Considering studying criminology?

Are you considering criminology as a degree? Here’s some advice I would give students as a recent graduate:

Chances are you watched a lot of Criminal Minds/other cop show and want to study serial killers to become a profiler. You will be sorely disappointed by your college experience if you go into it expecting this to be reading books on serial killers all the time or how to predict criminal behavior.

“Criminology degrees place crime and criminal behavior as a social phenomenon within the social sciences and emphasize legal and social justice issues.” -Bestcolleges.com

Took that quote off their website because this really gets to the crux of my point. If you choose to study criminology you are studying crime and to be more specific why crime occurs in society, not studying serial killers. Serial killers are a rarity (a point every single one of my professors would purposely point out) and thus the need for behavior analysts is low.

Many of your classes will instead be focused on addressing the root causes of crime (poverty, inequality, social bonds, etc.). You’ll be looking at trends in crimes and evaluating the societal response to crime. Asking yourself “what even is the definition of crime/criminal behavior?” Trust me that question may seem to have an obvious answer (chances are you said something along the lines of breaking the law but you’ll find yourself regretting that choice). Let me get you started: Several nations define engaging in homosexual behavior as a crime. Does that alter your definition of what a crime is?. You’ll have professors who push you to consider alternative solutions to policing and be exposed to some of the worst atrocities committed by law enforcement (to this day some of the books I’ve read haunt me) and your world will come crashing down because “you love cop shows,” or the harder scenario, “you love a cop.” And then you’ll start getting into nuances because I’ve had all three of these professors: one hates cops and wants them abolished; one believes there are issues within law enforcement but believes with the right training these issues can be fixed; and finally one who loves cops and would bring them in to speak to us. All three of them brought me valuable perspectives that had me bouncing around trying to figure out where I lied on the spectrum when it came to how I felt about law enforcement.

The hardest aspect for me were the classes that introduced me to the rehabilitation of criminals. I’d never thought that way before. To me the issue was always stopping crime and making sure people paid for their crimes. I spent an entire semester having my entire mindset reconstructed. I’ve met prisoners and realized that one really awful choice doesn’t define their entire life unless you choose to see it that way. That often the story is a lot messier than you believe and we live in shades of grey.

And then you take a sexual assault class and you find yourself trying to work out what the right answer is. How does someone rehabilitate a person capable of sexual violence? We need to care more about the victim in this instance. But the perpetrators are going to get out so what then?

Then there are the topics that aren’t given as much attention as homicide and sexual assault: property crime, gangs, drugs, white collar crime, and my new personal favorite subject, domestic terrorism. You’ll realize that we have very little research on environmental crimes and cyber crimes. That even though we’re in college most of us still only care about violent crime even though white collar crime has a far broader reach in terms of consequences.

You will touch upon serial killers and it will be interesting. I guarantee you though that you’ll walk away like me and many of my other classmates though having enjoyed more of your time devoted to the other facets of crime.

Enjoy the emotional rollercoaster you’ll put yourself through. You might walk away from your degree realizing you never want to work for the criminal justice system and that’s okay. Maybe you’d rather work at a nonprofit that’s focused on reducing poverty. Maybe you want to fix the entire system and seek a political route. Maybe you want to be a badass defense attorney or prosecutor. Or maybe you’ll prove most of my professors wrong and become a behavioral analyst.

Feel free to ask me questions!

#criminology #studyblr #academia #sociology #crime #university #law enforcement #law #college majors #criminal minds

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heroofpenamstan · 3 years

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—OC TAG !

tagged by ( ages ago ) @faithchel, @chuckhansen, @loriane-elmuerto, @risenlucifer, @blissfulalchemist, @archetypesinthefog! x going to do my two new sons this time around just to have something about them on main, and going to Peer Pressure for some wayhaven/rdr ocs ( or any ones not done for! ) from my lovely mutuals: @consumedkings, @faithchel ( xoxoxo ), @abosaa, @starcrier; @shallow-gravy, @shellibisshe and anyone who wants to do it! x

name: ulrich hamelin alias/nicknames: ‘rich, rick, warlock of hamelin, nature’s abomination, pied piper, trickster, rat, tier X, agency’s menace gender: cis male age: 171 ( c. 2018 ) zodiac: gemini sun / capricorn moon / taurus rising abilities/talents: hypnotization, glamour, spell casting, conjuring, alchemy, dark magic, divination, enchantments, charms, manipulation, singing, various instruments, brewing, honed surivalist skills alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true religion: polytheistic pagan sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience languages: german, french, english, old norse, polish

family: unnamed father, mother, and two sisters, eliphas levi ( former mentor ) friends: man only has acquaintances he keeps at arms length and is prepared to drop and betray at a moment’s notice ( ethan murphy, various witch covens, agency higher-ups who need “special” “”illegal”” favours, trappers that want similar services; same goes for rogues, actually ), and ava du mortain ( even if it’s vehemently one-sided—or so she claims ). further along the line: detective isobel ross. sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other relationship status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated ( the century’s long slowburn/ lovers to awkward exes perceveres ) libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other ( left eye is pale and hazed ) skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other height: 6′2 ( 189cm ) scars: both palms grazed with numerous cuts from various rituals, two deep gashes running from brow to cheekbone on the left side of the face, scarring the eyelid. magically healed would-be fatal wounds leaving faint lines in various parts of the body from altercations with other supernaturals, or humans during wartime features: strong bone structure, accented, deep voice, memorable face, and heterochromia sometimes shielded away with an eyepatch dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future five songs that remind you of them: 1. J2—man in the mirror 2. emily jane white—washed away 3. delta rae—i will never die 4. duivelspack—germania 5. soap&skin—thanatos bonus: the playlist

name: kayne o’driscoll alias/nicknames: kay, “abel smith”, o’driscoll jr., second-in-command, irish bastard, deranged maggot, pretty boy, cunning snake, the brains gender: cis male age: 35 ( c. 1899 ) zodiac: leo sun / scorpio moon / sagittarius rising abilities/talents: planning and organization, accounting, lying and deceiving, sweet-talking and philosophizing, long-range and short-range weapons, riding, gambling, stealing, basic survival skills alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true religion: ( loosely ) catholic sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience languages: english, some spanish and gaelic

family: colm o’driscoll ( uncle ), cillian o’driscoll ( father ), shannon o’driscoll ( mother ) friends: the o’driscoll boys, his sub-unit gang members ( cole, samuel, darren, james, niamh ), ben calloway, hector barlow, alden carruthers, seamus, sheriff leigh gray, sadie adler sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other relationship status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other height: 6′ ( 185cm ) scars: old bullet wound scar on his right collar bone, a poorly-healed knife cut on his thigh, slight scarring on the chin features: olive-green bandana around the neck, trimmed and tidy beard, cocky drawl, wide, toothy grin, animated gestures dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword or bow ( gun ) || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future five songs that remind you of them: 1. anthony willis—toxic 2. jack leopards & the dolphin club—look what you made me do 3. radiohead—you and whose army? 4. the kinks—i’m not like everybody else 5. mario batkovic—revenge is a dish best eaten bonus: the ship playlist

#tag game #ulrich hamelin #oc: unveiled tales #kayne o'driscoll #oc: wanted poster details #twc oc #the wayhaven chronicles oc #rdr 2 oc #red dead redemption 2 oc #my stuff #ugh my bastard sons who can do Only wrong

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adhd-disaster-willie · 4 years

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Seventeen and strung out on confusion; chapter 1/4

Summary: Just some snippets of backstory for the one and only Alex Mercer; aka my comfort character. Each moment will have a date attached so you can understand the timeline. Angst with fluffy found family moments :)

Warnings: Homophobia, swearing

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As I’m sure you could guess, there are numerous problems that come with being the only out gay kid at your school in 1994. It’s not so bad if you keep your head down and persuade your friends not to get into a fight with everyone who throws a slur your way, but regardless. That pink hoodie that you’ve been wearing since you were 14 and is honestly too small at this point but your parents refuse to buy you another one? Well it’s a target on your back and apparently everyone at the school is now a professional archer. Or at least, they’re all very proficient in the art of unoriginal insults that cut deeper than they should. All of this is to say, don’t come out to your religious parents in 1994. Ever.

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Alex Mercer was born into a perfect nuclear family, in a two story house with a white picket fence, brick columns, and a clean cut yard that was unsettlingly green. His parents were as religious as anyone could get; straight-laced, good Catholic parents who kept their hands tight around Alex’s shoulders. He went to church every Sunday and tried to ignore the way his neck itched from the too-tight collar and his mother swatting at his hands until he had to sit on them to refrain from drumming on the nearest surface. He was good at hiding the way he payed undivided attention to his little sister’s ballet classes, good at pretending to stare at the girls in the hallways that all his friends drooled after, and especially good at convincing everyone that he drummed and sang to… impress said girls. Right. But unfortunately, Alex was even better at accidentally outing himself a day into the New Year, consequentially losing all of his parents’ affection.

He didn’t even exist to them anymore. Maybe it would’ve been better if they’d given him a million restrictions and curfews and basically chained his hands together, because this was unsettling. And lonely. Family dinners were a thing of the past, and he’d really begun to sympathize with Reggie and his microwaved, half-cold meals every morning and night. But it could always be worse. They hadn’t kicked him out… yet.

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January 25, 1994

“Alex, dude!”

Alex flinched upon realizing Reggie’s hand waving in front of his face. He looked up and smiled guiltily, realizing the way he’d frozen, spaced out staring at the wall and absentmindedly hitting his sticks against his legs with a beat that didn’t at all match the song they were supposed to be rehearsing.

Luke sighed, wiping the pout off his face. “Alex, come on man! We aren’t gonna get any gigs if you keep…” He waved his hands vaguely and slapped Alex’s shoulder. “Just, pay attention dude.”

“Right,” Alex replied, his voice strained. He was staring down at his shoes and he could feel his bandmates having a silent conversation above his head which he could only deduce Luke was not happy with, probably meaning they were stopping rehearsal. He didn’t want them to stop for him; it made him feel like a burden, and Luke was right, if they were gonna make it anywhere, they had to be all in.

“Alex, you okay?” Reggie asked, his eyebrows knit together in concern.

Alex nodded briefly and kept his gaze trained on his feet. His sneakers were too small and he had to curl his toes in for them to fit but he was afraid of the reaction he’d get from telling his parents he needed something.

“It’s not one of those homophobic jackasses again, right?” Bobby asked, moving closer, his eyes narrowing. “I swear, this time I will cave Josh’s fucking face in-”

“It’s not!” Alex clarified, finally lifting his head. “It isn’t…” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look it’s just my parents alright? They…”

Reggie’s eyes widened and he began fiddling with his flannel sleeves. “They didn’t… they didn’t hurt you did they?” He asked, his voice small.

“No, no they didn’t hurt me… not physically at least.” He laughed ruefully. “They’re just being stupid, alright? Ignoring me like they have for the past 3 weeks.” Alex stood up, well aware that at this point band practice was a thing of the past. He walked to the couch, the other three boys in tow.

“Hey!” Luke elbowed Alex’s side before throwing an arm over his shoulders. “That new Green Day album is coming out in like, a week.” He grinned, eyes lighting up. “I’ve been saving up to buy it, and we can use that new cassette player I got for Christmas to listen to it.”

Alex nodded, smiling softly and letting his head relax on the back of the couch. “Yea that sounds great. Promise you won’t listen to it without us?”

“Of course ‘Lex; we all gotta be there to find which songs we’re gonna cover.”

Reggie wrinkled his nose in confusion. “I thought you said we’d moved past being a cover band?”

“It’s Luke, he’ll make an exception for anything if it involves Green Day,” Bobby chuckled.

Several beats of silence passed in which the sun seemed to get increasingly lower in the sky, before Bobby sighed in resignation. “You’re all staying here tonight, aren’t you?”

Luke beamed, clapping Bobby’s shoulders. “You know us so well.”

“Sleepover!” Reggie laughed, pumping a fist in the air. “Does it count as a sleepover if we all basically live here at this point?”

“Shhh ‘Lex, don’t ruin our fun,” Luke responded.

Alex smiled hesitantly. Yea, he was okay.

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May, 1994

Michael Williams had dark hair brushing the tips of his shoulders, eyes that were almost golden in certain lights and a smile that gave Alex butterflies. Not to mention he was in theater and had a reputation for flipping off the homophobic jocks that were constantly on Alex’s tail. Not that he did it specifically for Alex, but still. The only problem was that talking to cute boys that he hadn’t known since 3rd grade was far from Alex’s strong point.

“Come on Alex!” Luke groaned, sliding into the last open seat at their lunch table. “Just talk to him before I literally combust.” He punctuated his sentence by waving at Alex with a cold french fry.

Alex grumbled something, his face in his arms in a futile attempt to hide the red dusting his cheeks.

“Hey Luke, if you explode because Alex refuses to talk to his crush, can I have your CD’s?” Reggie quipped, a lopsided grin on his face.

Luke gasped in mock offense. “Reginald-!”

“Still not my name.”

“I will be buried with my music,” Luke said. “Both of my guitars too-”

“Even your amp?” Bobby questioned.

“Yes.”

“Seems like a waste of space. Can you even fit all that in a coffin?”

Luke shrugged. “You guys can figure it out. Don’t betray my dying wish.”

Something that would’ve been silence had Luke ever been taught how to chew like a normal person passed over the table, in which Alex’s attention drifted lazily back to Michael Williams, who was chatting enthusiastically with one of the girls in his theater class. Alex didn’t know her name but they had biology together and she never gave him dirty looks, so he liked her.

“10 bucks if you go talk to him,” Bobby said, nudging Alex and waggling his eyebrows.

“No. No,” Alex said. “Not happening.”

“15.”

“Where is this money coming from?” Alex squeaked, although the prospect of $15 was all too tempting. He could get some decent shoes for that.

“20,” Bobby continued, grinning maniacally.

“Dude!” Luke laughed. “How are your parents gonna like you asking for money to fulfill a bet?”

Bobby slapped a hand over Luke’s mouth.

“I’m gonna regret this,” Alex sighed, already moving to stand up.

Reggie giggled like a child and offered a shit-eating grin to Alex, who promptly flipped him off before heading across the cafeteria.

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December 17, 1994

Alex was screwed. No. Alex was completely fucked. Alex Mercer was likely seconds away from living in a ditch. Because of course it had to be his sister who caught him making out with a guy after school. And of course she was too young to understand why she couldn’t tell Mom and Dad. Because she would’ve done the same if he’d been kissing a girl because kissing is gross and it’s funny to tell your parents that your big brother was kissing someone.

“Hey Mom, guess what Alex did today?” Angie asked, giggling. She was perched on the counter, licking frosting from her fingers while their mother brushed cookie crumbs from her dress. And Alex was frozen at the top of the stairs, crouched down, his heart pounding so loud he was sure it could be heard downstairs. He dug his nails into his palms and prayed that his mother would pretend he didn’t exist when he wanted her to. It was one thing, them knowing. But this? This was something else. Alex’s parents lived on the philosophy that homosexual thoughts got you an eternity in hell, but homosexual actions got you shunned and thrown out. So yea, he was screwed.

“What did Alex do today?” His mother asked, plastering a false smile onto her face, her voice sounding like she was already packing his bags. Alex wanted to get up and run. He wanted to go to his room and jump out the window and fly away. But it was like the sweat on his palms was superglue keeping him stuck to the carpet, and his brain had short-circuited.

Angie laughed again, trying to get it out through her snickering. “Alex was kissing someone today.” She sang, her small feet swinging back and forth, the noise of her heels against the counter like knives in Alex’s ears. “That boy Michael that used to go to our church.” The innocence in her voice made Alex ache.

“Angie.” His mother’s voice was cold now. “Leave please.”

Angie’s brow furrowed in confusion, but she scurried up the stairs anyway, giving Alex a tearful hug on the way because even at ten, she knew that that voice meant trouble. “Sorry ‘Lex. I shouldn’t ‘a told your secret,” She whispered, before sprinting to her room and leaving Alex wondering if he’d get to see her after tonight.

“Alex Mercer, please come downstairs.” Her voice chilled him to the bone, like shards of ice penetrating his skin and seeping into his blood. But he walked down anyway.

Alex tightened the muscles in his hands and feet, willing himself to stay still and planted to the wooden floor, facing his mother head-on, as if the look in her eyes wasn’t terrifying him to the point of tears. But he wouldn’t let her see that she was getting to him, he wouldn’t. So he bit his tongue and counted down from ten inwardly.

“What is this nonsense?” She hissed, reaching out and gripping his forearm, her nails a millimeter away from digging into his skin.

Alex swallowed roughly. “I- I don’t know. Angie’s just… she’s-”

“Don’t lie to me!” His mother snapped. She brought her hand back, curling her fingers in with a look of disgust, as if she’d been touching fire. And then she was speaking again, but Alex couldn’t hear her over the pounding in his ears. He tightened his jaw and shut his eyes momentarily. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

“Get out.”

His eyes snapped open. Alex stood still in front of her, searching her eyes for the slightest bit of remorse. But there was nothing but ice. So he left. He left with tears running down his face and he couldn’t even bring himself to say goodbye to Angie. It wasn’t until he was halfway down the block when he realized that he had nothing but the clothes on his back and a backpack full of everything he could fit, and no where to go. He collapsed on the ground, the cold night air finally hitting him, seeping into his bones. He looked up and wiped his eyes, sniffling. It was odd, the way that the Christmas lights were able to look so beautiful when he felt so broken inside. It felt almost unfair that everything outside of him was moving at a normal pace like nothing had changed. But Alex knew better than that. Everything had changed.

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These are the people who expressed interest in reading this when I posted about it a few days ago :)

@edgeofgillespie @herequeerandcantdrinkbeer @lookingthroughmirrors

chapter 2

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#jatp #julie and the phantoms #can you tell i wasn't born in the 90s lmao #alex mercer #alex mercer jatp #jatp fic #jatp fanfic #reggie peters #luke patterson #bobby wilson #trevor wilson #willow writes

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