#hoping to make a lil fundraiser for it

[kai-atlantis]

So...

Apparently I have a fucking bird now

[luvtonique]

I wanted to address all of the controversies about me and put some explanations on them because unfortunately we live in a day and age where people just see the dirt without ever wondering how the dirt got there. They think "Man that guy never washes his car look how filthy it is" because I just fuckin went offroading 10 minutes ago but they didn't know that.

Aight let's start with numero uno, the thing I'm called the most, the big word for good ol Jay: Transphobe!

This is the one with the most hilarious backstory of them all which to this day baffles my goddamn mind.

I used to be a hated artist because I drew violent shit, I was known for Lil Miss Rarity which is a super violent comic. Naturally this lead to people saying that I was "killing children" because I was drawing violent (and sometimes pornographic) images of a children's cartoon show (My Little Pony).

So in my quick rise to stardom, I had a lot of hateful people attacking me as well, and I had fun with it. I called them out, called them stupid, etc.

Well, one of them was Dumbo. Dumbo spent 6 full months making posts about me that are still on their blog to this day. Every single time I made a post, they reblogged it or reposted it, to call me a shithead, call me an ass hole, wish I'd kill myself, etc.

One day I was doing a fundraiser to put away money for a potential emergency because my mom had hurt her spine really bad and was in the hospital. I had a goal of $300 and raised $1200.

Dumbo, of course, was saying hateful shit about me still, and said, I quote, "I hope that whore dies in the hospital lmao"

So, I looked into who Dumbo was. The Brony fandom was, at the time, all about Love and Tolerance, so I did some sleuthing and found out they were an artist on DeviantART taking full color commissions for $10. I commissioned them on my DA account, and asked them to draw Lil Miss Rarity. They and I had a very polite conversation, and since they drew the picture very quickly I tipped them 100% and told them to up their prices because their art is very good.

They thanked me, not knowing it was me (despite that it was literally my main account), and I walked away.

Then, they checked my gallery, found out it was me, and went into a rage, making a post that says, "LMFAO, Jay just begged for money and then turned around and used it to commission an artist for double their asking price, what a shithead!!"

So, I took the screencaps of all of their death threats over 6 months, compiled them all, and showed my massive Tumblr following in a huge callout post against them. In the middle, I referred to Dumbo as "he/she/it/clown" and everyone (AND I FUCKING MEAN EVERYONE) completely ignored the 6 months of death threats and how consistently polite I was to them, and sided with Dumbo in a moment that labeled me "Transphobic" for the rest of my life.

Another instance is I called Kris from Deltarune he/she, and was called transphobic for that, and got the amazing quote "That's a real-ass child and you're misgendering them deliberately," to which I replied, "That's not a real-ass child that's a fictional character you fucking retard"

NEXT UP: ABLEIST.

I grew up in Los Angeles in special ed classes and have a mentally retarded brother, I have the pass to say retard, fuck off.

NEXT UP: RACIST.

I grew up in Los Angeles with a father who called himself "N*gger Bob" (he's white) because he was a super racist who believed being asked to help take the trash out was "akin to slavery." He also beat my retarded brother half to death for having a black girlfriend.

I was in LA during the Rodney King riots, I was in LA right in the middle of the Crips and Bloods trying to kill each other and having fuckloads of gang shootouts that I overheard when I was chilling in the Ceritos (spelling) mall.

I know what racism looks like.

A white boy saying the n-word while playing Fortnite is not what racism looks like.

A white boy singing along with Busta Rhymes (hi that's me) on a livestream and casually dropping n-bombs because I'M SINGING ALONG WITH BUSTA, BITCH, is not what racism looks like. I had three black friends growing up, Davion, Julian and Smalls, and also Undrier but Undrier was retarded and I didn't consider him a friend he just followed me around and called me "Day" because he couldn't pronounce J's. But me, Smalls and Davion would stand on Davion's aunt's porch and eat zucchini cornbread and listen to Woo Haw and headbang and sing along til the fucking cows came home.

But now that I'm grown up, my upbringing apparently doesn't matter, my FUCKING SKIN COLOR DOES (you know, racist ideology!) and I'm no longer allowed to say the n-word despite having casually spent my entire childhood surrounded by black friends who were completely okay with me saying it. I grew up in the hood, motherfucker! Bellflower born n' raised, bitch! Wes' Side!

But I'm <skin color> and since <skin color> isn't allowed to <thing that's designated for only other skin color to do>, I'm racist.

NEXT UP: PEDOPHIIIIIILE

I was molested when I was 13, which thankfully didn't leave too much emotional scarring on me. Anthony Sevarino, the dude's name was, and he shoved my hand in his pants and showed me his dick during a camping trip and said he was gonna fuck me in my bed. I was so shocked by this happening that I didn't even tell my parents who were in the same motorhome literally asleep 10 feet from me.

Growing up, I always had a really emotional trigger to seeing harm come to children, I hate it. I cry and shake uncontrollably when I see children getting hurt, no matter what. It's the only thing I have I'd call a "trigger."

I saw that episode of Rugrats where Tommy cuts his finger and then he's scared to do anything anymore because he might get hurt, and that made me fucking bawl, it still does, seeing Tommy cry super fucking hard over seeing his finger bleed- holy shit it's making me teary eyed right now just typing that.

So, naturally, I don't want children to get hurt and am extremely against pedophilia, child predatory behavior, MAPs, grooming and these FUCKING PEOPLE WHO KEEP CASUALLY TALKING TO 13 YEAR OLDS ON DISCORD FOR FUCK SAKE.

"But Jay! You drew foalcon! Those fictional ponies are underaged!"

What, you mean that tag that's still extremely popular and always has been in the brony fandom?

Yeah can't imagine why I, a very popular artist in the brony fandom from 12 years ago to 10 years ago, would ever draw something so insanely high demand and so insanely popular. Can't fucking imagine.

Never mind that I haven't drawn it in 3 years, removed all my old images of it, and even announced I'm not drawing that shit anymore, I'm still losing friends when they find out I did once, because "I can't associate with a pedophile I'm sorry." (See: "I can't differentiate fiction from reality and also can't allow a person to move on from a troubled past that they had.")

Also never mind that the few crowdpleaser foalcon moments in Lil Miss Rarity were officially written out entirely (the part where Twist and Sweetie Belle kissed).

But you know what's amazing? Being part of the brony fandom and being an artist willing to draw anything meant that people would come to me and literally confess that they're in possession of the "real shit" and wanted to know if I was interested. Seven of them, seven, are in prison now because of me and my buddy "Z" contacting the FBI with their confessions and the shit they shared with me thinking that I was a "safe person" to admit that shit to.

My position in the fandom as an artist who gets to know their commissioners personally and was willing to draw that type of shit was literally fishing out real actual predators and putting them in prison, but I was still getting called a pedophile, and still get called it today. It's fuckin great man.

NEXT UP: TRANSPHOBE (PART 2)

I was trans. Shaved my hair half off, dyed it blue, called myself Jynkx, cussed out my family, moved to Ohio with a guy who wore diapers around the house (with his brother living there) and collected loli figurines, and dated a transgirl who was catfishing and manipulating me for 9 fucking years. I have a Discord server to this day with pronoun selection roles, my best friend is trans (I met her when she was cis and helped her come to the decision to transition and it has since improved her life and happiness), and almost every mod in my Discord server is trans.

The problem, of course, is that the trans activist community hates itself more than any other, which makes perfect sense if you think about it. This is a group of people who encourage hating cisgendered people, and encourage people to hate the body they're in and to transition to a "different body." It's been proven multiple sources that there are entire "Femboy Cults" (search that on YouTube) who are actively seeking out depressed people to manipulate them into starting HRT, and cutting off their family.

WELL GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?

Bridget, as you all remember her, was a manipulator who lied to me for 9 years of dating to make me depressed, hate myself, hate my family, give her thousands of dollars, and kept promising we'd meet some day while turning down every opportunity (such as conventions we were both already going to) to meet (yes, I went to conventions she was at and didn't meet her).

I was a victim of manipulation, was surrounded by horribly manipulative and narcissistic pieces of shit who warped my mind and made me believe I was depressed because I was "an egg" and needed to go get on HRT and change myself. And I almost did! I came within a hair's reach of shoving a hormone-altering drug into myself in hopes it would cure my depression, and then went "Wait a second, I'm not depressed because I'm a woman trapped in a man's body, I'm depressed because femboy-obsessed manipulative pervert rapists want me to turn myself into their fetish." I broke up with Bridget, I moved home from Ohio, I waited for my hair to stop being blue, and I became proud of myself for escaping that horrible situation and bettering myself mentally.

So how's this make me a transphobe?

I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, YOU FUCKING TELL ME YOU FUCKING INSANE BOOGEYMAN-BELIEVING ASSHOLES WHO BLAME EVERY OTHER PERSON FOR YOUR OWN INTERNAL LACK OF FUCKING SELF WORTH.

WAKE THE FUCK UP. YOU'VE BEEN MANIPULATED BY THESE FUCKING TRANS ACTIVISTS WHO ARE JUST SICK FETISHISTS WHO WANT TO TRANSFORM LONELY MEN INTO "FEMBOYS" UNDER FALSE PROMISES THAT IT WILL FIX THEIR MENTAL PROBLEMS. GET OUT WHILE YOU FUCKING CAN. I DID AND I'VE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER IN MY LIFE.

Next up: HOMOPHOBE

I draw LGD (Lesbians Getting Dicked) because I think it's hot when girls who like girls have sex with guys. I've drawn some pretty offensive pictures of it such as a pic of two lesbians being told "Pride month's over, ladies, time to be straight again" while being surrounded by hard dicks and looking scared.

Why'd I do this? Well because a lesbian friend of mine also likes that shit and we did that as an art trade.

But why do I draw it on my own sometimes? Because it's hot. It's fucking fictional porn, it's not real, it can't hurt you. I tag it LGD and only post it in servers you need accounts to see. You don't like it stop going out of your way to look at it, and if someone slams it in your face in your private "We Hate Jay" Discord server (which there are many of. I have moles who tell me.), that's not my fault y'fuckin dipshits. I properly tag and hide my stuff so only people who want to see it can see it. If someone showed you a picture of my spread asshole, you should get mad at them, not me. They're the one who SAVED IT TO THEIR COMPUTER AND SHOWED IT TO THEIR FRIENDS UNSOLICITED, YOU MORONS.

Anyway.

Next up: AN ASS HOLE.

I've spent 13 years being called all of the above names no matter how much I've catered to their activism and was even part of their activist movements directly. Fuck you.

Next up: A NAZI

Lmao.

I said on Twitter, "I hate that no matter what you say on this site, someone somewhere will get mad."

And that, without any further comment from me literally at all, turned into a massive amount of people including "Wootmaster" (Added note: I talked with Woot in private and he gave me the okay and apologized, we cool) calling me racist and a "Bootlicking Nazi." I literally did not add to it. I literally just said the opening line and left it for 3 days.

That's why I deleted my Twitter.

That's why people think I'm a Nazi.

Because I said "I hate that no matter what you say on this site, someone somewhere will get mad."

Next up: I DON'T FUCKING KNOW I BET THERE'S MORE.

You see why I make angry rant posts like this one?

Because this is how I've been treated for 13 fucking years.

I've been attacked, called names, labeled evil, told I'm phobic against the movements I was literally part of and being an activist for, had money stolen from me by perverts who got arrested for drilling a hole in the bathroom wall at a brony convention to jack off to his female roommates (he pretended to be trans and bullied them into letting him room with them in their "Safe Women's Hotel Room" and then did that shit and got arrested. But not before he stole money from me! Six thousand fucking dollars!), lived with a fucking probably actual child predator who would show me his loli figures and foalcon posters every day and try to convince me to like them and showed me his dick multiple times...

I literally was smack dab in the middle of super ultra liberal activism and trans activism for over a goddamn decade, right down to blue hair half shaved off and calling myself Jynkx.

And I come back, snap out of it, and get cussed out and called transphobic and "the reason trans people are being killed" because I don't like the flowery 1-dimensional LGBT representation in World of Warcraft and have a 9 year running best friend I went to multiple conventions with decide instantly that I'm a Nazi racist communist because I didn't disown my mother when she voted for the orange guy, and because I called one of their friends "Insane" for identifying as fae/fie and thinking they're a goddamn gaelic woodland sprite. (Btw he was my most frequent commissioner for loli shit and used to jack off while I was drawing it for him.)

You see, people.

I've spent 13 years surrounding myself with and getting personally connected with the lives of my commissioners as a brony/furry artist who was deep into LGBT and Liberal activism.

And in those 13 years I've come to realize that I surrounded myself with the most fucking disgusting and evil people on earth, who no matter how much I would shill for them and do what they asked, I would still be the label-covered punching bag whose reputation is now so utterly in the trash that literally no matter what I draw, say, or do today, I still have people on shady Discord servers n' shit calling me a fucking lolcow and a pedo and a transphobe and a Nazi and a racist and a homophobe and an ass hole.

I have learned in 13 goddamn years that you can't appease these fucking lunatic psychopaths.

And so I don't anymore.

So who am I really?

I'm an incredibly easy to talk to artist, I'm a dude, I love roleplaying and drawing pictures for people, I like writing song lyrics, I love hearing about new inventions and innovations, I love goats, I love dogs, I think cats make bad pets but I don't mind cats, I'm making a video game about an elf girl, and I want you hateful people who I've lived rent-free in the heads of for over a goddamn decade to leave me and my fanbase the fuck alone.

Love you all.

~Jay

[prayingforlove]

Hiyah! Im sorry to interrupt you for a while, I know this might come strange but I just wanna ask for some help if you can maybe possibly take a look the post I pinned for my lil cat, we’re in desperate need of help so a reblog/boost might definitely help us a ton! I hope you’d consider but if not, its okay and I do understand! Wishing you good health and stay safe! Pls send me a msg for a response or answer the ask privately. 🙏🙏

Sucks to be you but I am a cat lover and a researcher.

I used the info on the invoice you shared to track down the original owner of Ash, found their business page, and they sent me a photo.

Unfortunately that cat doesn't match the photos on your blog at all and they shared the original fundraiser with me. They know what facebook group you pulled the invoice photo from so good luck with that <3

To anyone looking to donate, the invoice on their blog is legit, but the link on paypal is not.

The original fundraiser was shared on facebook and in vet funding bill groups and can be found here https://www.facebook.com/tuckaroo95/posts/10222324923207655

They encourage people to send money directly to the vet that is treating Ash, unlike this scammer who's asking for money through paypal. (idk what's going on with the venmo - that part they didn't change so maybe an oversight)

I'll be calling the vet to make a donation, and reporting you for scamming people. Right audience, wrong target.

[oliver-and-cat-friends]

I thought about posting this or not, not just twice, but many times. Because it still makes me really sad. So sad that someone chops onions in my room.

These are Chonkiekong and Elise. They are a huge part of why we started the fundraising.

We lost Chonks and Elise. They are our recent angels. 🥺❤️‍🩹

Chonks was one of the litter of a stray momma cat. He was born blind and as he grew we felt a back deformity too.

Elise was a rescue kitten. My brother heard her meows. She was still inside a plastic bag, thrown at a garbage pile that was still in flames. She had small burns.

We tried our best to give whatever we had to offer. And I'll be very honest, I know it wasn't enough.

We thought they would survive, Chonks' eye infection was getting better. His meows were getting louder. He was eating and drinking more. And the same was for Elise. She was very active and playful and her burns healed.

But they became angels. ❤️‍🩹

I'm sorry Chonks and Elise. Even though we weren't able to give you the best, I hope you felt the love we all had for both of you.

You were loved. You are loved. You will always be loved.

We miss you lil guys 🥺💕

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We need your help in raising funds to give a better life for those who are still with us and who will be with us in the future.

Please check out the link:

https://gogetfunding.com/feed-stray-cats-2/

Look at how they used to sleep 🥹

They weren't from the same litter but they always stuck together.

[cacio-e-peppino]

Pizza Tower Headcanons: Noisette Headcanons

Been thinking a lot about Noisette recently, so I figured it's about time I do a headcanon post for her! I really hope with the upcoming update with playable Noise, I'm hoping we'll get to see more of this goofy girl. Turns out I have a lot to say about her, so post will be placed in a read more to avoid a long post

I think Noisette is a cis girl and bisexual/biromantic : )

Noisette is autistic! She struggles with social conventions and tends to be very straightforward when she talks. She tends to fidget with things like slime and Rubix's cubes, and when she doesn't have a stim tool nearby, she'll twirl her hair. When she's very very happy, she'll jump up and down and flap her hands.

Noisette cannot cook worth a shit. However, she is a very talented baker/confectioner. Both she and her spouse have a massive sweet tooth.

While Noisette lack "common sense" she's quite intelligent. Part of the reasons she makes her... unique culinary experiments is that while she and her spouse loves sweets, she understands that sweets alone do not make for a healthy diet. So, she tries to healthier foods more palatable by combining them with sweets

Noisette is the most aware of social issues out of everyone in the Pizza Tower cast. She'll often have some form of fundraiser going on at the cafe and during Pride Month, she makes everyone in the Tower matching friendship bracelets using the colors of their flags (spoilers: None of these fools are both straight and cis, they're all a lil queer)

There used to be a lot of tension in her relationship/marriage with The Noise (in fact, they originally got married in hoping that would patch things up), however once they started talking things out and also once The Noise came to terms with their identity genderfluid, a lot was resolved

I think Cheesecake is an adorable ship! But ultimately, it's one sided on Vigi's part; Noisette does consider Vigi to be her best friend and her #1 costumer

Noisette is also very good friends with Peppino! Peppino can find her to be a bit much at times, but will kill you if you are legitimately mean to her

In general, Noisette is very protective of her friends and will hurt if you bully them.

[bridgertonbabe]

Bridgerton Drabble - Royals AU

This might be short and belatedly posted at the eleventh hour but I wanted to give @sophiebernadotte a lil birthday treat and what other way to celebrate than with a tease of what will one day be the opening chapter of the Royals AU fic (though just to make it clear it’s not going to be happening any time soon lol - let me finish several other WIPs first). Happy birthday Saga, my Swedish baby sister and birthday twin. Now please enjoy;

“Benedict! Benedict!”

“Your Royal Highness, over here!”

“Did your brother enjoy his honeymoon?”

“Is your sister-in-law settling in well?”

“Benedict! Benedict!”

It wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard a hundred times before when getting out of a car for an engagement. By now he was well accustomed to the well-wishers crying out his name, the press demanding his attention and shouting out questions to prompt an answer or some sort of reaction out of him – although just because he was used to it didn’t mean he didn’t still find himself taking a big deep breath before exiting the vehicle in order to assuage the dread that had been building up inside of him during the drive over.  

He greeted the awaiting crowd and photographers with a wave and a charming grin, waiting a beat for the customary cheers and camera flashes in response, and then proceeded to be welcomed by the head of the charity he was paying a visit to.

Young Minds was a charity he had been a patron of for many years, having taken on the patronage when he had finished his studies and military training. He had opened a number of it’s clinics across the country in the past few years as well as chairing several fundraising events for the charity, though this was the first public visit he had made to the foundation’s central office. He was scheduled to be there for a couple of hours to have meetings with the organisers, share in open discussions about the importance of children receiving the necessary help when it came to matters of mental health, as well as sit in on a few different sessions to see how different types of therapy benefited the young patients who the charity aimed to care for.

But before he could get to any of that, he had to first do a meet and greet with the staff and volunteers.

Again, it wasn’t anything Benedict hadn’t already done a hundred times before. He had spent a lifetime shaking hands, sharing a cordial word or a quick joke with perfect strangers to the point it had become second nature to him. It came as no effort to him at all as he made his way down the line, charming every single person he met with a flash of his smile and a witty remark. Nothing felt out of the ordinary with this meet and greet – until he suddenly felt a strange tingling that filled his senses, an odd sensation akin to anticipation, though he wasn’t sure why.

He tried to ignore the peculiar feeling of what felt like butterflies not just in his stomach but fluttering against his chest and coursing throughout his body. Benedict had experienced bouts of anxiety before, had endured periods of dread and had suffered through what he perhaps imagined might be repressed panic attacks; but what he was feeling right now wasn’t remotely as unpleasant as any of his previous unexpected attacks of emotion.

No, this feeling of anticipation wasn’t fuelled from a foreboding sense of trepidation. On the contrary, it almost felt as though he was being cast under some sort of spell; one which made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, that enchanted him with an inexplicable comfort and assurance yet at the same time filled him with hopeful excitement for what was to come.

But just what exactly was he suddenly looking forward to? What sort of intuitive omniscience did his body possess that he himself wasn’t privy to? Just how exactly could patronising a children’s mental health charity lead him to something that his very soul seemed convinced would alter everything as he knew it?

“Ms Beckett, our art psychotherapist. She specialises in counselling children and adolescence dealing with grief.”

And then Benedict found himself face to face with a woman who left him wonderstruck and all at once he knew – he just knew – that she was what he had been anticipating. He didn’t know how, didn’t know why, and he downright couldn’t explain it himself; but instinctively he was certain that his whole life had just been altered.

The art psychotherapist was one of the younger members of staff, probably in her mid to late twenties, and without a shadow of a doubt she was by far the prettiest. A couple of hair-slides clipped her golden curly locks back so that they didn’t fall in her face and he noticed how the ringletted tendrils had been tucked behind her small elfin-shaped ears. Her heart-shaped face possessed delicate features which included a soft button nose, smooth dewy skin, and a beauty mark just above her lissome lips (which he was trying very hard not to fixate on). And then there were her eyes; her mossy green eyes that captured him entirely and of which he had no intention of breaking away from so long as he could help it.

As one corner of his lips hooked up and pulled his signature lopsided grin onto his face, he felt his heart starting to beat in double time just from being in the presence of such a beautiful woman.

“Ms Beckett.” He uttered her name – but god how he wanted to know so much more about her. “A pleasure to meet you.” He greeted as they shook hands – and from the second her skin touched his, a spark jolted through his body, awakening him in a way he didn’t think was possible.

He eagerly waited for her response. Everyone he had greeted so far had replied to him in kind, paid him a compliment or made an attempt at small talk; but Ms Beckett’s response was the one he was most looking forward to. Not just to hear her answer him but to hear her voice.

A smile flashed on her face, a polite genial one that only accentuated her beauty; but the second her hand dropped away from his, so did the pleasantness she had presented to him as her lips flattened back into impassivity and she diverted her gaze down to her shoes.

When he realised that she wasn’t about to return his pleasantry, he quirked an eyebrow up in intrigue.

Now this was new. Benedict didn’t like to think himself arrogant but he was well aware of the effect he had on people. Whether it was his title, a face that he had been told many times was incredibly handsome, or his natural charm, he had always won people over without even trying to. People always wanted to garner his attention, always wanted to capture his undivided fascination, to interest him in animated conversation or offer him a witty anecdote to entertain him. He was so very accustomed to everyone being in want of him – apart from Ms Beckett, it would seem.

But why would she not care for him? Granted, there were plenty of people out there who weren’t for the monarchy, and yet the few times he had met these people and they had told him of their staunchly republican views, they had all felt the need to add that they earnestly admired him in spite of the royal blood running through his veins. He wondered if perhaps Ms Beckett was simply the very first anti-monarchist he had come across who simply wouldn’t humour him or even feign any kind of civility towards him beyond a handshake.

But he couldn’t simply shrug her indifference off and walk away. No, he needed more from Ms Beckett; he needed far more than the pedestrian greeting she had warranted him.

He opened his mouth to speak – to make a quip, offer her a compliment, lamely remark on the weather; whatever would provoke an actual response out of her – but the man leading him down the line offering introductions had already moved on to the next person. Benedict had no choice but to follow and shake hands with a middle-aged gentleman who was actually eager to speak with him, but while he was engaging with him, his mind was still heavily focused on Ms Beckett.

Before he stepped even further away from her and to the next person, Benedict dared to look in her direction, willing for her to meet his gaze; and then she did just that.

She must have felt his eyes on her and looked to him without thinking but that was more than enough to satisfy him. He winked at her before continuing down the line where his triumphant smirk continued to play on his lips.

He kept shooting glances back at Ms Beckett, just to see if she was watching him still, but every time he did she was looking straight ahead of her or down at her shoes. While he thought catching her gaze the once was more than enough to satiate him, he actually found he did in fact need more from her, even if it was simply meeting her eyes once more.

When he reached the end of the line and realised that the meet and greet was over, and that there would be no other opportunities to steal Ms Beckett’s gaze, he looked over at her again in a one last ditch attempt to grab her attention. He observed how an older woman beside her seemed to mutter something out of the corner of her mouth and then seconds later Ms Beckett looked straight at him. He caught the way her eyebrows briefly bounced up in surprise to see him staring back and he couldn’t help the way his lips pricked up smugly; perhaps she wasn’t as resistant to him as he had initially thought.

With a swagger in his step he was then guided upstairs for his first meeting of the day, not that he paid any attention to what anyone around him was saying. All he could think about was the gorgeous Ms Beckett and wanted more than anything else in the world to know exactly what she thought of him, no matter how unflattering that might be. He also couldn’t help but wish he had gotten to spend more time with her, to try to figure her out or learn what she was about, wishing she was a part of these meetings he had to participate in –

Until he suddenly remembered that he was ending the visit by sitting in on several therapy sessions.

“Mr. C?” he addressed his head of staff as he walked him to the meeting room. “Could I perhaps run my eye over the itinerary again?”

“Really?” Mr. Crabtree eyed him warily. “Whatever for?”

Benedict shrugged. “Just wanted to double-check something.”

Though suspicious of his intentions, Mr. Crabtree gave him his copy of the day’s schedule. Benedict ran his eye over the sheet and immediately landed on the very name he had been hoping to come across. His very last assignment of the day was to sit in on Ms Beckett’s art psychotherapy session; and Benedict couldn’t help but think that the gods themselves had intervened to line up that crossover for him again.

He couldn’t stop grinning to himself at the thought of being in the same room and being in the presence of Ms Beckett again, regardless of just how pleased she would be to see him.

[acelibrarymouse]

"I'll try not to be so quiet" I say, and three months later ... 😂😂😂

I've actually got more done of Tirtouga from the last time I posted but I'm not digging him out because I need to go to bed. I went into a bit of a funk/burnout the last couple of months and I was hoping our vacation a couple weeks ago to celebrate our wedding anniversary (four years now!) would help. It did to a degree, until someone was stupid enough to spend 5-6 hours in the summer sun at the state fair with no sunscreen. Look how adorable we were before the sunburn started.

I'm still peeling nearly two weeks later. 😂 Nearly healed I think, though. -- Oh and while I got dark red just about everywhere you can see skin, he only got a lil pink on his nose. Jerk. 🤣

If I don't pick up an extra night again, I'm aiming to start crafting and sewing this weekend. During the vacation, I got 4 of 6 skirts cut out and they just need assembly. I want to finish the small patterns I had picked out months ago in the hopes I would've started sooner after the remodel. Relax and feel some accomplishments before September.

Which leads to a question! Would anyone be upset if I posted the link to a fundraiser I am taking part in on Facebook? Or two... I only have one set up yet but I may get the other going in the next week. One is with the Trevor Project, a 25 minutes a day reading challenge. The other is with Trans Lifeline to walk/run 30 miles. They're both for thru September. I'd like to think I could make a difference, even if a small one. Please let me know if that's something you would or would not want to see on your dash from following me. ☺️

And now to bed. Lucifer is yelling at me because I'm not in bed for him to curl up with and he's tired of napping in his chair. 😜

[persianflaw]

Hiyaaaa! I'm sorry to interrupt you for a while, I know this might come strange and you might hate for this but I just wanna ask for some help if you can maybe possibly take a look the post I pinned for my lil cat, we’re in desperate need of help so a reblog/boost might definitely help us a ton! I hope you’d consider but if not, its okay and I do understand! Wishing you good health and stay safe! Pls send me a msg for a response or answer the ask privately if you could. 🙏

i hope you feel really rotten about stealing cat pictures and faking sob stories to scam money out of kind-hearted people online, man. i hope you feel ashamed.

just as a PSA to my less scam-savvy followers, this is a form ask that's been going around. as a general rule, any blog that messages you to reblog their fundraiser should raise some red flags right away, and especially if they're asking you to answer the ask privately. this blog also has a very minimal history, spamming reblogs over the course of a few minutes to make it appear more extensive (and thus legitimate) if you can't see the timestamps. to be honest, i would treat anyone you don't know who messages you to donate or signal boost with extreme suspicion. it sucks to say but it's true. there has been a major rash of scamming like this over the past few years. if you're not sure, search the text of the ask through tumblr; in this case, there are a bunch of other people who have received this ask and correctly recognized the scam, and the exact text was also used by another now-defunct blog trying to scam people with the same method.

[hekkoto]

BIG life update + ANNOUNCEMENTS!!!

Hi my little darklings <3

Here I come with this big life update and some announcements!

So first - Im feeling way better and I can say I will be truly active and post a lot <3 Im so excited!

Important thing - I drew those Patreon prints I owed some people: I will send mail in March and it will have prints for November, December, January and February [+ for March if you will still be my Patron]. Im sorry it took me eternity to catch up on those but finally I can send you those <3 Im super super grateful for your support and understanding that my health was killing me

Print for February will be sent to everyone who are my Patron before 10th of March! Plus then you also will get March one ;p

I gonna focus a lot on my YT this year, I wanna post there artistic stuff but also life vlogs and some gaming. And I will be posting speedpaints where I talk in background ;p My goal is to post 3 videos per week at some point. I also hope to maybe do weekly livestreams?

My other focus will be my Patreon, I wanna go back to posting all planned stuff :> I might do little changes to Patreon tiers but I will let you know!

Oh, about that Gorenuary challenge... Yes, I failed it ;p But I gonna draw arts for every prompt anyway ^^ Hopefully I will finish it to the end of a year hahah >XD

I have idea for some bigger projects for this year, like I wanna start making new game and work on some horror ARG :> I wanna also come back to working a lot on my universe Terroether ^^ Hopefully I will make big progress in designing/redesigning my ocs! I also hope to come back to making lil animations and animatics :>

My health still isnt perfect, also some of illnesses will be present for a rest of my life. I decided to live my life with accepting this as I cant do anything about this. So there will be days I wont do anything. My meds and doctors are super expensive, thankfully right now my parents support us a lot financially. If you wanna donate to help me go through it here is my fundraiser: https://pomagam.pl/nhg96m I will be updating it when it comes to my health

Also, great news - my parents said I dont owe them money I borrowed to upgrade my graphic card. They gave my brother money for car so Im not in debt ;p daaaaaaaaaaaamn, Im so happy about this!

Im again happy and full of motivation; I was able to escape depressive episodes [hopefully they wont be back too often {cause of borderline}] and I found joy in creating again. Im not terrified anymore if Im not good enough or what others think about me. So I hope I will be able to draw and post again regularly :>

Okay, I guess thats all for now :> I missed you a lot guys and I hope to be truly back for real this time :>

[goatlingsvent]

no i do not support AS... at all

its me 2000s. (on phone so keyboard isnt a ding dong) i hope you guys realize that was made before i was even 17 (mar 25th, i was 16 at that point) which was already almost 2 years ago,,, people were helping me in the discord with the design and asked me to change it up a bit due to autism speaks, someone (i cant remember who) suggested the infinity symbol on the puzzle piece and no one didn't say anything against that idea, so i went through with it..

not only that, but the sc didn't even show the rest of the post so literally this has been taken out of context,, i said to send donations to a completely different network , and nobody came forward to say "maybe you should change some of the design" after it was up, for two years. literally nobody told me to make a different one during this whole time,, and,, thats not my fault ;;

i even forgot i designed it since ive been doing my own thing and theres been some great chaos over here @.@ i did plan to completely redesign it but simply never got to do it, s0und told me kinda in a disappointment "whaa? but it looks cool the way it is already" but once again i wasn't told the main issue, except i did know what it was this time around but still...

please dont assume this is some kidcore aesthetic based "" adult"" goat (why would i even make it into some kind of aesthetic like that? hhh, was it the colors?? i dont know anymore,,) i dont know if it was cause of the expression,, i was making it a very happy goat with a happy life and i am sorry,, , the whole design was merged into one in that picture, and the banner i made for it lead to a link for the separate items. also, the goat is actually still a kid and not an adult.. im not sure its because you saw the lil beard or something, if so, i remember saying during designing that this is a teen goat that was born with PCOS (symtoms beingg that it causes unnatural face hair. i have the same exact thing) and since that time it was a personal design to me so i wanted to be inclusive on that tidbit, but focused on the main theme.

genuinely this kind of fundraiser type goatling that i want in the game means so much to me but i feel like,, if theres a problem with the designs i keep making maybe i shouldn't suggest or design these things anymore,, or probably have to quit designing entirely now looking into this blog... i dont want to be judged anymore, if anything this has put me into tears i really dont know what to do anymore i really dont. i am sorry i am sorry i am sorry.

[unlikelycoffeenight]

What do Hydraulic Pumps and Paris Hilton have in common?

Nothing. If you would like to know about hydraulic pumps though, just follow this link: https://www.antech-hyd.co.uk/, more specifically dual-placement motors, if that piques your interest: https://www.antech-hyd.co.uk/products/staffa-motors/staffa-hmc-series/.

 Now that that is out of the way, let’s talk about interesting facts about Paris.

 Paris Whitney Hilton, born on February 17th, 1981, was made for success from the start. Her grandfather owned the famous Hilton hotels, meaning she was wealthy before she was born. Being known to be “famous for being famous”, she had a newsworthy lifestyle of lavish expenditures, controversies, and several different business ventures which only perpetuated each other, building her brand beyond.

 Reality TV star

To capitalise on her fame and build her brand further, she did a reality TV show called “The Simple Life” with fellow socialite Nicole Richie (Lionel Richie’s adopted daughter). Taking an ironic viewpoint, the show was about bringing the girls from their upper echelon social circles to normal people and making them do normal jobs such as fast-food work, farming, room-cleaning, and camp counselling. As you would expect, they did a really bad job at everything they were tasked to do, but it was entertaining nevertheless!

 The season ran for three seasons. In its first season, it was an absolute hit. The first episode brought in 13 million viewers, increasing the Fox adult 18-49 rating by 79 per cent. She also went on to do more reality TV shows such as “Paris Hilton: My New BFF”, “Cooking with Paris and “Paris in Love”.

 Influence on Pop Culture

Paris Hilton’s influence on pop culture is obvious, especially during the “Y2K” period. Triggering trends such as Juicy Couture tracksuits, trucker caps, skimpy outfits, lots of accessories and dogs to match – she made everyone want to be her. Being wildly covered in tabloid magazines, this only boosted her status as the IT girl of her time.

 With trademarked catchphrases such as “sliving”, “loves it” and of course, the most notorious “that’s hot” she influenced the dialect of how people interacted with each other. Curating and serving the brand of the “dumb blonde”, she sold a character that was easily recognisable, immediately controversial, and most importantly – lucrative. To match her additions to what people spoke, there needed to be an influence on how it was spoken too. In public, she used to speak with a breathy, child-like tone to really sell this ignorant, dumb, hot girl image. Which worked! Gone on to be used by very famous acts such as Britney Spears in her music – it was a great branding tactic to get people talking.

 Music career

Did you know that Paris has actually made music before? In August of 2006, she released her self-titled debut album “Paris”, which reached number 6 on the Billboard Hot 200 and sold over 600,000 copies worldwide. The most successful single from the album “Stars Are Blind” was a global hit. Being played by more than 125 pop stations in the US, the song reached the top ten in 17 countries!

 She went on to sign to Lil Wayne’s label “Young Money Entertainment”, starring in the video for “Tapout” by Lil Wayne, Nicki Minaj, Future and Mack Maine. Although music was not something she would regularly release at all, she was still signed, dropping a song with Lil Wayne called “Good Time”.

  Activism

In 2011, Paris Hilton publicly supported an LGBT rights organisation “NOH8”. She regularly attends fundraising events and visits children’s hospitals whenever she goes abroad. She has also been involved in Starlight Children’s Foundation and the Make-A-Wish foundation. She is listed on the “First Families” of the Children’s Hospital Los Angeles which was earned by donating $100,000 or more to the hospital.

  As mentioned, if you want to know about hydraulic motors, follow this link:

https://www.antech-hyd.co.uk/

. I hope you enjoyed these Paris Hilton facts!

[bakatenshii]

hewwo miss angle i has a question. How does one become comfortable just messaging or tagging someone on the blr? I have moots and stuff but i always feel like i'm initiating talk?? and i just fear being annoying or like boring ahhhh, esp whenever i see my moots talking to others on my dashboard it feels super awkward when they havent replied to my latest message ahhh. i know realistically everyone just vibes differently but it makes me feel so awkward and panicked i wanna delete my blog ahhh

AHHHH BABY ok first off please don’t delete your blog. I’m personally pretty bad at replying to dms myself, so I assure you it’s not personal! I’m pretty sure in all of my friendships with my moots, I’ve been the one to initiate it. I’ll start interacting with their content more, maybe adding lots in the tags of a reblog, working up to replying to a thirst post/idea they may post with my addition to it.

I think by that point I’d feel comfy enough to slide into their dms, and often I’ll send them a post they’ve posted to add onto it in dms (so like what I’d do with rbs but now moved to dms) A lot of moots are closer because of servers! I find it harder to maintain a convo one-on-one but servers, or even lil group chats, are a great way to get closer to someone.

Please don’t feel bad about your dms not being replied to, a lot of times I’ll open it and forget to, or I can’t think of something substantial to say so I’ll leave it til later (and then forget), and one-on-one convos always die eventually, some quicker than others. It’s not you bb! ♡︎♡︎

[eclectickss]

A Little Bit Jealous

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: smut, a lil alchohol

Summary: You are a very flirtatious person except with Wanda...

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wanted to write something before vacation as i'm still drawing blanks on PGATW! Not checked or anything oopsie. <3

You were the most flirtatious person you knew... and it was a little bit of an addictive habit. Not really a good one, either, but you didn't care enough to drop the act. You have had multiple people confess their crush on you, which inevitably ended a friendship or two, but most of the time it was just an awkward conversation about how the excessive flirting is just a platonic love language to you.

Part of it was due to your desire to make other people happy and feel good about themselves, and the other part of the habit acted as an emotional reflex. It was your go-to way of avoiding your feelings, as it also provided a boost of serotonin to witness people's reactions to your comments. So yeah, it was literally addicting.

And maybe you knew that... but at the same time, it was a part of you. You couldn't find reason enough to quit.

There was one person though, that you couldn't bring yourself to flirt with.

Wanda Maximoff.

And it wasn't like you hated her or anything... it's just that flirting with her would be real to you. It wouldn't be a game. It would make your inevitable crush on her a reality that you could never dream of passing up.

And maybe you knew that... but you would never admit it to anyone. You wanted your relationship with Wanda to be as genuine as possible, so avoiding your feelings was the way to go.

Wanda didn't really like that, though. She wanted you to flirt with her. She was jealous.

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A knock was heard at your door as you were making your finishing outfit touches for Tony's fundraiser party, pushing the rubber back onto your earring. You opened the door to find Wanda in a sparkling red dress, and you willed everything in you to not stare at her image, much less make any comments. She had on a pair of matching heels and vibrant red lipstick, and her hair was pulled into a loose braid that cascaded down her back.

"Hey," You breathed a soft smile, begrudgingly peeling your eyes away.

"You ready?" You knew she had on a grin behind your back as you went to put in your last earring in front of the mirror.

"Yeah." You turned back around to face her.

"You look lovely, by the way..." She said as she followed you out the door.

"Oh... thank you. You too, Wanda." You bit your tongue. Yes, I might look lovely, but you are stunning, baby. A small blush lit your cheeks that you hoped the Sokovian couldn't see.

"Are you excited for the party?" She attempted to make conversation on the way to the elevator.

"Uhh... yeah! I love spending time with everyone when we're not on a mission. It's fun. Plus everyone is always drunk at the afterparty, and it's a great source of entertainment for someone who doesn't drink." You smirked, remembering the last few parties very vividly.

"Right..." Wanda reflected on what happened last time with a tinge of embarrassment. "I think I'll join you in sobriety for this one."

That made you laugh, remembering her previous situation with alcohol.

"Remind me why you don't drink, though?"

You faltered, not wanting to get too deep into a conversation at the moment.

"Uhh... My dad.."

"Hey! Hold the elevator!" You released a breath that you didn't know you were holding as Natasha walked up to the doors. You whistled when she stepped inside.

"Whew Nat! Who are you after tonight? You look hot, honey! More than normal, at least!" You jokingly raked your eyes down her body as she laughed.

"Oh, shut up. I just thought I might have a little fun tonight." She rolled her eyes.

"Well save a little bit of that fun for me," you smirked as she hit your arm, missing the blush on Wanda's cheeks as you talked with nat.

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The time for the afterparty had finally arrived as the team had found themselves crowded on the couches once again, inebriated except for you. Wanda had failed at her word of sobriety, but not by much. Tony had found an empty bottle around, so everyone was getting ready for a game of spin the bottle: seven minutes in heaven.

To your surprise, Wanda wanted to go first. You didn't know if you wanted it to land on you or not, but you would find out soon enough that maybe the Sokovian had made it land on you.

"Alright, Wanda. You game?" You smirked.

"I'm the one who spun it, you idiot. Of course, I am." You laughed as the two of you headed over to the storage closet.

"You know, I could have bet that you couldn't avoid alcohol tonight. I should have." You said as you shut the door behind you.

"Oh, come on. I had one drink." She rolled her eyes and you laughed, but no time passed before she asked a question. "How come you don't flirt with me?"

This caught you off guard as your expression dropped.

"Umm... huh..." You had no idea how to respond.

"Oh come on. You practically undressed Nat with your eyes in the elevator and you were all over Sam and Maria tonight. You don't do that with me. Do you not like me, or something? Why am I any different?" She looked genuinely hurt, and you decided at that moment that you couldn't hold back what you felt for her.

You bit back any comments about jealousy or desire, but for once, forced yourself to spit out your feelings.

"Because... Wanda. If I flirt with you, that means it's gonna be real."

"What is going to be real?"

"My feelings for you are going to be real. I wouldn't be complimenting you to give you a confidence boost, it would be to be vulnerable with you. I wouldn't be undressing you with my eyes just to say that you look good, but because I actually want to undress you. And that's too many ideas and thoughts for me to hold onto, Wanda. And if this conversation made you uncomfortable... you can understand why I don't flirt with you, Wanda." You thinned your lips and leaned back onto one of the shelves, nervous for her response.

"What if I don't want you to hold onto those thoughts?" You looked up.

"What are you saying..."

"When you compliment me, I want to know that it's real. When you dance close, I want to know that you feel the same desire that I do. When you roll your eyes at me, I want to know that it's only because I made you feel that way. And when you undress me with your eyes, I want to know that you're actually imagining pulling my clothes off piece by piece, taking your time to treat me right."

Wanda was now standing right in front of you, breathing as heavily as you.

"How many minutes do we have left?" You whispered.

"five and a half."

"No time to waste then," You crashed your lips into hers, relishing in the touch that you never imagined you'd be allowed to have. A little headstrong, you backed her up into the opposite wall, picking her up and holding her against the shelf. Her thighs hugged onto your waist as your hands made their way around her body.

You moved your lips down her neck as you worked to hike up her short red dress, earning a groan when your hands found their way to her ass.

"How long have you been wanting to do this, darling?" Wanda smirked through a heavy pant.

"Ever since we met, baby. I glanced at you and knew I should stop myself before I even started. Why, what about you?" You placed her back down on the ground as your lips drifted onto her chest and your hands found her inner thighs.

"Ever since you made a suggestive comment to Nat. I realized how much I wanted it to be me."

"Jealous, are we?" You smirked against her skin.

"I never said tha- oh," She moaned as you grazed your fingers over her panties.

"Try that again, baby."

"Ok, maybe a little bit."

"Good girl." You nearly whispered as you pushed the fabric aside and slowly dragged two fingers through her cunt. "You're so wet for me, Wanda. It's hard to think I've denied this from you for so long."

"Yeah, well you can make up for it now, darling." Wanda groaned as you continued to lightly stroke her pussy.

"What do you want me to do, Wanda?" You smirked up to her and she glared at you but gave into begging anyways.

"I want you to shove those two fingers inside of me and fuck me like your little jealous slut. I want to come undone to you, darling... I want to be yours. Take me, please."

Both of you knew that Wanda had long since won you over, but her words sent shocks down your spine as you pushed your fingers in. You didn't hesitate to pick up the speed, watching her expressions to see what she liked and didn't. After a curl of your fingers, she gasped, and you grinned.

You continued to work at that spot, slowly working her clit with your other hand.

"Do you wanna cum, Wanda?" You teased and she quickly nodded. You picked up the pace of your pumps and strokes one more time before finally feeling her release. As you slowed her down, you brought your lips back up to hers.

You slowly slipped your fingers out and brought them up to your mouth, groaning as she watched you with lust.

"How much time do we have left?" She croaked, a knock at the door coming shortly after.

"None."

"Not happening." She grabbed your wrist and teleported the two of you to her room.

"Are you two good in there?" Steve's voice came from the other side of the door. "Hello?" Another pause. "I'm coming in." He opened the door, but nobody was in there, returning to the group. "It's empty."

Everyone looked confused.

"Hey, Jarvis?" Tony yelled. "Where are Wanda and Y/N?"

"Ms. Maximoff brought Y/N up to her room."

"About time." Nat giggled, followed by everyone else. Of course, everyone already knew.

[i-am-calm-and-its-doctor]

Can't Buy My Love

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Derek being a bit of a jerk, mention of drinking

Word Count: Less than 1,000

Summary: In which Derek Morgan gets a date, and an empty wallet. Strictly for charity.

Notes: My late lil entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Septemer challenge, enemies to lovers. This isn't written with a specific season in mind. I will say it's a little everywhere, but I hope you enjoy!

"You're still going tonight, right? It's a little too late to back out, but I can find a replacement if need be-"

"I'll be there Pen. I offered to help out, I'm not going to leave you hanging," placing both hands on Penelope's shoulders as you reassured her. "Now, I need to go get ready if I'm going to be any good to this auction." She gave you a smile and a nod before rushing off.

What did you get yourself into.

"Okay you lovely individuals, I can't thank you enough for being here! Your task is simple, walk your cute butts up there when your name is called and stand there looking cute while they go through the date you have planned. Oh! You should stay until after the bidding as well. You know the rest. Now feel free to go mingle around. You'll be called behind stage at 6:45. Be there or I will hunt you down myself!" You stiffled a giggle as Penelope went through her spiel, the poor woman had been through the ringer. "I need a drink," she muttered as she made her way to you. "The rest of the team should be here by now lovely! Now let's go before I call this auction off."

"Looks great Pen!" Emily and JJ spotted you too and quickly came for hugs. "And wow, would you look at that. Our little agent is growing up," Emily begin to fuss around with your outfit, making sure everything was in its rightful place.

"Where are- oh? And who might you be?" You turned to meet the shocked eyes of Derek Morgan. "Damn y/n, you clean up well. Ow!" You have him a quick smack on the shoulder as he grinned at you. Followed by a exasperated sigh from Hotch and something about being worse than toddlers as he walked away.

"You're a dick Morgan, y'know that? I look fine every other day and I look fine now. If you'll excuse me I need to go help Penelope." He carefully grabbed your arm as you began to walk away. "You're out of luck kid. Emily and JJ have that covered."

"Doesn't mean I have to stay with you, " you muttered, but stayed where you were.

"Okay, so I was thinking. Maybe me and you go on this little date you have planned." He tilted his head slightly, an eyebrow raised.

"You wish Morgan. Not quite how this auction works. But nice try, you actually have to buy a date."

"I'm well aware of that. Trust me, Penelope has me trained on all the procedures of this little charity event."

"Well good. Now I must go prepare for whoever wins the bidding."

"Aww preparing the date for me, how sweet of you."

"Like you could even afford me Derek. I ain't cheap." He scoffed and shook his head, a smile playing on his lips

"Next up is y/n y/l/n. An FBI agent and lover of animals. Win this auction and you and this lovely agent are going on a date to a cat Cafe! We'll see who worms their way into your heart first, y/n or the cats. Please do not bid if you are allergic to cats. Our starting bid is," the voices trailed of as you zoned out. Not much to do other than stand and 'look pretty'. "And the winner is Derek Morgan! Please go up to the stand to sort of the payment and arrange your date. Congratulations!"

You blinked a few times before quickly walking off stage. "Why did you do that?" You questioned Derek as you followed after him.

"Do what? I'm supporting a fundraiser and going on a date. Don't see the problem with that."

"The problem is I spend enough time with you Derek. Plenty of other dates to go on with plenty of other people." You grabbed his hand to stop him causing him to turn towards you.

"Well of course there were. But they weren't you." He shrugged offering a relaxed smile.

"Really that's what-" you stopped as you met his eyes. His words hitting you. "You didn't know them, weren't comfortable with them," you trailed off as he chuckled.

"Do I need to repeat it?"

"Well I mean couldn't hurt or better yet just explain."

"I could explain or," he stepped closer and brought a hand to your cheek. "Show you." His lips gently pressed against yours as you quickly relaxed and brought your arms around his neck

[justfanficccc]

BLESSED ARE THE MEEK

Father Paul/reader

sweet lil Riley Flynn makes an appearance

WARNING nsfw/if u are offended by religious text being used in a sexy way plz don't read lmaooo

VI

Little Lamb

“Like a Shepard he feeds his flock and gathers the lambs in his arms, holding them carefully close to his heart, leading them home.”

The week comes and goes, surprisingly you haven’t thought of him since the day you went to his house. But as Sunday approaches you are dreading it. You pull on another one of Anne's dresses that she has picked out for you and gawk at yourself in the mirror. You’re more aware of your appearance than last Sunday. “It's not Paul, it's because I embarrassed her last time. I want to make a good second impression.” You lie to yourself. Making sure to throw a sweater over your shoulders to hide the tattoo.

Church is busier than normal, the usual crowd seems to have doubled in size, and guess it's because it's the first Sunday after ash Wednesday, which you missed. Mass goes smoothly, during the homily you see Father Paul shoot you a sweet glance as if he's thanking you for your help. You smile back at him but then keep your head bowed until communion. Your sister pleads at you with her eyes asking if you’ll join her, you can’t deny her and step behind her in line shyly. As you approach the alter you feel your stomach sink as Paul comes into view, the line shortening as you take each step. Finally, as your sister takes the sacrament you bow behind her and step up to him, but in a split-second decision, you decide against taking communion and think a blessing is a better idea. You swiftly place your arms across your chest making an “X” with your forearms feeling a bit humiliated since mostly only children who haven’t been through first communion use this gesture to imply they are not “holy” enough to enjoy the body and blood of God. Father Paul smiles gently at you as you look up at him. Meeting your gaze he places his hand on your shoulder, his gentle fingers squeezing ever so slightly. “Bless you my child” he whispers sweetly as he pulls his hand away. You nod and step aside to make the sign of the cross and pass Bev as she wipes the chalice your sister had just sipped from with a small white cloth. She seems a bit put off that you didn’t receive communion but her gaze always seems disapproving.

Walking slowly hands clasped you head back to your seat. You are happy to see a familiar face, Riley, much older now than how you remember him. He looks a bit uncomfortable, much like yourself. He seems to have decided against taking communion as well, you give him a gentle nod as he looks up to meet your eyes. He looks surprised to see you, he must not have noticed you at last weekend's mass. Riley was always kind to you, you two played together as children when you visited during the summer those few times. You two didn't keep in touch much after that. In your teens, you two had seen each other once in a while when you visited your father after your parent’s divorce but you never stayed long, always leaving the day you arrived.

Maybe Riley could be a friend?

Church ended quickly after a few songs and announcements about the fundraiser this afternoon. You were actually kind of excited for it, hoping Riley would be there so you'd have someone to talk to that wasn't super religious.

Once the parishioners started filing out you took your leave as well, this time making sure not to seem too thrilled as you exited. You kept an eye on Riley as he walked with his family out of the doors. They stopped to chat with Paul.

‘’Hey.” You whispered to him softly slightly nudging his arm as you pass, he was genuinely happy to see you, you could tell. His parents greet you silently as they listen to their new priest babble about mass and the fundraiser. Riley obviously looking for a reason to escape the situation quickly interrupts, says goodbye, and follows you down the stairs. As Riley and you start chatting away you catch a glimpse of Father Paul. He was still talking to The Flynns but your quick exit seemed to have caught his attention as he stares at you intently as you head towards the rec center with Riley.

“So, what brings you back?” You let out a hollow chuckle as you look around the rec center watching people pile food onto paper plates.

“Honestly, Flynn I was gonna ask you the same thing.” You both smile sheepishly at each other, neither one of you wants to answer. You sip some lemonade his mom had made for the event. You scrunch your face, it's way too sour.

Riley leans in “I won't tell her if you don't like it.” He grabs the cup and quickly gulps it down.

“You didn't have to do that, I could've just poured it into one of the potted plants while nobody was looking.” You say giggling.

“I was really surprised to see you at church today, especially wearing that.” He points at your outfit eyebrows raised.

“Oh, this?” You sit up as straight as possible crossing your arms making yourself look as proper as possible. “Why Riley, don’t you know I am a woman of GOD now!” You try to keep a straight face as you look at him but he starts laughing and you can’t help but cut the Bev Keen act.

“Honestly, if I didn’t know you I would have thought so.” He says still chuckling slightly.

“Please don’t ever say that again.” You say breathlessly. You can’t help but feel close to him even if you haven’t seen him for so many years. For the past week, you’ve felt so disconnected from the others on the island, but Riley feels like someone who actually understands you. Someone who isn’t looking to change you.

“So, what made you come back? Seriously.” He asks now with inquisitive eyes.

You take a deep breath before answering.

“Well it wasn't my choice really, my dad actually passed away recently and..well Anne was the one who inherited the house. I guess she needed me here to help her fix some stuff and probably to keep her company.”

“I’m sorry, I. I can’t imagine.” You look past him not wanting to make eye contact knowing that it would only make your emotions bubble to the surface.

“It’s ok, really. We weren’t very close, but him and Anne...” you stop as you feel your throat becoming hot and the wetness pooling in your eyes.

“You don’t have to.” He says quietly. His eyes are understanding and sincere.

Giving him a light tap on the shoulder in gratitude you force a weak smile.

“I better go see how Anne is doing.” You pull yourself up from your seat quickly and wipe the stray tear running down your face as you search for a bathroom to fix your makeup.

“Out of order” the sign reads in awful handwriting,

“Fuck” you say aloud as you tilt your head back and turn around. There’s a back door to the outside right in front of you so you decide to go use the bathroom at the church since it’s only a few seconds away.

Pushing open the old arched door it squeaks loudly, almost shivering as you enter. It's so eerie and quiet when no one is here, less ceremonial now it just feels like a creepy old building. You stroll leisurely up the aisle while running your fingers along all of the pews as you pass them. The bathroom is tucked quietly behind the altar, there is only a thin wall that separates the rest of the church from the backroom. The room smells old and dingy, there are tall wooden cupboards along the walls with what you imagine hold different cloths and robes for the Priest. What could a little snooping hurt? You shut the wooden door behind you as you tiptoe deeper into the storage room, opening one of the cabinets you find some of Father Paul's chasubles, these look like the ones your old priests from the mainland would wear during Christmas or easter, much fancier than the normal Sunday ones. Another cabinet reveals extra chalices, some eucharist wafers in a big plastic tub, like something you could buy at a grocery store it even has a nutrition label on it. “Body of christ my ass.” You huff as you close the cabinet.

You pass by the long table with all the cups and dishes that the altar boys have to set up before mass, running your fingers along the golden rims of the glasses.

Wiping your smudged mascara off of your face with a soft handkerchief found in one of the cabinets you tidy yourself up and head back out looking less disheveled. You think of leaving the handkerchief there but end up just stuffing it into your pocket not wanting Paul to know you were in here by yourself.

“Hello?” A deep voice calls to you from outside the room. Freezing in place you contemplate hiding but realize how idiotic that is, its a church, not a bank, you didn't break in you’re allowed to be here.

“Hey, I'm sorry I didn't think anyone else was here I just needed to use the bathroom.” You call out to the voice as you walk out of the room.

“Oh, I didn't expect to see you here,” Paul emerges from the other side of the alter.

You scream inside. Why does this keep happening? You were just forgetting about him. “We are all welcome in God's house.” You say slyly.

“Yes, you are. Always welcome” he stands there in front of you, almost looking through you with those big brown eyes.

“Well, I um. I better get back to the rec center.” You nod and wave and start to leave when his voice echos halfway across the church

“May I ask, how you know Riley?”

You stop and cock your head to the side, what does it matter to him?

“We knew each other when we were kids, I spent summers here and we used to be..we are friends.”

Spinning around he's closed the gap between you both only a foot away from you now.

“He’s a good kid.” He sighs

“But I-I do worry.” He looks at you almost apologetically

“What?” You spit out, angry that he feels obligated to give you advice on friendship.

“Please, don't be upset, sit.’ At first, you just glare at him until he looks at you softer pleading to you.

“Please.”

He offers a pew as a seat and you scoot in unenthusiastically. Before entering after you he kneels and does the sign of the cross. He moves so gracefully, carefully, and slowly. You watch him closer, drinking up every bit of him. He almost disappears while he is in prayer, eyes closed, hungry for God's approval…He looks so fucking hot on his knees. You squeeze your legs together as you feel your stomach double over and feel your heartbeat under your skirt.

He sits down next to you, his knees are so close they almost touch the bare skin below your dress.

He thinks before speaking, trying to be careful about his words.

“You were raised in the church weren't you?” He asks staring at the crucifix on the wall

“Only for 18 years of my life, yep”

“When did your faith leave you?” He presses eyes still fixed ahead

“Well. I mean. It just never really felt right to me.” You watch him, his hands folded together, legs stretched apart his elbows resting on his thighs. He’s listening, absorbing your answers. He finally turns his head to you a few worried wrinkles show on his forehead. Eyes wide.

“I had a sister you know.” You look at him sadly. Had. You know that feeling of loss, it stings you to hear him say it.

“She was a few years older than me, we were raised catholic, a-as you can imagine.” He straightens his back.

“She died when I was young, she was sick a lot. I-I think after that I strayed from the church for a long time before coming back.”

You reach out a hand and wrap it around his clasped hands, you know his pain, can recognize the sadness in his voice.

He doesn't seem to mind as he continues “She was so young, so sweet. She could've done so many things. I thought if God loved me. If he really loved her, why would he do such an awful thing?” He pulls a hand away only to place it on top of yours now. “But after a while, that pain and that grief went away and I realized that maybe those things just…happen. That's just how life is. God doesn't want us to suffer, just like he didn't want Adam or Eve to suffer. God doesn't want us to grieve or feel pain. And I found that through him we can relinquish all of that, we can just give it up to him.” He closes his eyes and squeezes your hand tightly.

“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying” He smiles as he recites the scripture like he can feel God as he speaks the words.

“I want to do that for others. I want to show my people, my flock, that God can take their hurt and guilt and pain and turn it into something truly beautiful.”

Your eyes fill with tears not able to hold them back any longer. You feel defeated, you haven't been able to process everything since your father died and you feel it hit you like a ton of bricks. Raised in the church you know this is not real, his words are just words. You had tried time after time to speak to God but only felt an emptiness in return. You remember praying for your parents to get back together, or for them to love you like they did Anne. Nothing ever changed. But you wish more than anything that it was real and sitting here with him is the closest you've ever felt to God.

He reaches his arms around you pulling you in tightly as you let out your pain and letting you sob into his shoulder. The black material feels warm against your cheek. His body heat mingles with yours. His neck is so close to your lips you can smell him, and it's just like he did in your dream. The warm scent of incense mixed with a hint of aftershave is intoxicating. It’s almost too much. He shushes you as you weep and pets your hair chastely, trying to comfort you. You two sit like this for a while, probably longer than you should until you can regain composure and sit up wiping your face. You pull the handkerchief out of your pocket and pat your damp cheeks.

“I see you've taken a souvenir” he jokes and his hand finds a spot on your bare knee.

You push the cloth into his hand and shake your head “I'm sorry Father, here, I didn't mean to I just needed it earlier and didn't want- “

“Please, it's all right.” He smiles warmly as he presses it back into your hand, his hand still pressing against your leg.

“Father I-“ you try to speak but gasp for air a few times, like a child who just got done with a crying spell.

“I don’t know what to do.” You tilt your head down in embarrassment his thumb rubs your skin gently, it burns when as he touches you so sweetly.

“I'm so lost Father” you whisper.

His hands move up quickly, he presses his pointer finger beneath your chin lifting your face and eyes to meet his.

“If a man has a hundred sheep, and one of them has gone astray, does he not leave the ninety-nine to search of the one that went astray?” His other hand moves from his lap, gripping the spot between your neck and shoulder, he brushes your neck tenderly with his thumb. “And if he finds It he rejoices over it more than over the ninety-nine” he brings his hand up slowly to cradle your cheek. So tired and vulnerable in the moment you fall into his palm closing your eyes and letting the full weight of your head press against his hand. His warmth cushions your face your whole body feels enveloped in comfort. Your eyes open softly as you flutter your eyelashes. As you stare into him you can almost feel yourself whimper. He ducks his head down pressing his forehead into yours and breathes deeply, you can taste his warm smell, his breath slow and steady. You'd want nothing more than to completely collapse into him. His lips are only centimeters away. “My lost little lamb.” He whispers softly, so close you can all but taste his words as he speaks, they feel sticky and hot as they penetrate your mouth. This time you can audibly hear yourself let out a pathetic whine. You can feel your pulse in your head, but before you have a chance to pull him closer he releases your face, you want to grab at him, pull his face back to you, ask him to whisper scripture over and over into your ear. You want to fall at his feet and beg him to breathe love into you. Not God. Him. Your head now buzzing with confusion, your thighs aching as you press them together to hide your sin. You can feel the dampness in your panties rub against you only making you throb more. You look up to see that he is in prayer now, hands clasped pressing against his forehead as he kneels on the tuffet. You recognize his words, kneeling next to him brushing his arm with yours you raise your hands in prayer as well. “-holy Mary mother of God pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death, Amen.” You recite it quietly with him a few times and finish with an Our Father. He smiles down on you as you finish, praising you with his eyes. “Give thanks to the Lord.” He stands up swiftly holding a hand out to help you up. You take it but let go quickly after you get to your feet. You two walk towards the door in silence his hands behind his back. You watch him closely trying to understand what it is he wants from you. Once you reach the wooden archway you feel compelled to speak “Why were you asking about Riley, father?” You ask softly. He stops and watches you, carefully searching your face. After a long pause, he speaks gently “Walk with the wise and become wise, for a companion of fools suffers harm.” he places a hand on your flushed cheek again. “Father, I don't understand.” You look at him with yearning eyes.

“Choose your friends wisely.” He says quickly. Almost stern as he pulls his hand back. You don't press him more, not understanding what he is trying to say. Or understand what has happened here at all. Riley is a good boy, a good man. You've heard your sister gossip about his past but don't see him doing something to hurt someone on purpose. You nod and walk back to the rec center with Father Paul quietly, not knowing what to say.

That night you end up walking the beach with Riley for hours, talking about life and what you both want out of it. He tells you he hopes to move far away, you hope for the same. You can’t help but wish Father Paul was walking with you instead.

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Buzzfeed Unsolved Part 3

Here's my contribution for Spooky season. This will be mainly class salt but there will be a little bit off the maribat team we love and their usual antics

Lila couldn't believe it

The whole point of pushing Marinette out of class life was to isolate her enough so that Lila would be the new class favorite but not enough that she'll leave

Who was suppose to to provide the class with free sweets and plan all the class outings and events

But here Lila was listening to Ms. Bustier as she made the announcement

Ms. Bustier: please take your seats class. We're going to hold elections for Class Representative

Alya: Shouldn't we wait for Marinette, Ms. Bustier? I mean she's the only one running right?

The rest of the class made sounds of agreement and nodded their heads

Lila tried not to roll her eyes

Ms. Bustier: Marinette will actually no longer be joining our class

Class: WHAT?!

Ms. Bustier: Marinette has been given a great opportunity to go to Gotham Academy one of the top rated schools in the world

Lila seeing a opportunity to spin this in her favor decided to speak up

Lila: So Marinette decided to abandoned us, even though she knew we counted on her. I mean who's going to help with costumes, or babysitting, or give us bake goods?

Alya: That's a good point!

Nino: This is going to mean we're going to have to cut down on our dates

Mylene: Oh no! The next school play is going to be a disaster without Marinette's costumes!

Adrien: How could Marinette just abandon us like this! It's not like her!

Ms. Bustier: Okay class calm down. We don't want any akumas now. Let's focus on the election for the next class representative. Are there any volunteers?

Unsurprisingly Chloe's hand shot up

Ms. Bustier: okay we have Chloe, anybody else?

Alya: how about you Lila? You'd make a great representative

Lila: Oh no I'm far to busy with all my volunteering and obligations, but you should definitely do it Alya. You were Marinette's deputy after all

Alya raising her hand: You're right? I mean how hard could it be?

Alya learned exactly how hard it is when she won the election and was told all her new duties

Alya: Are you serious? Marinette never brought any of these up to me

Ms. Bustier: She didn't want to cut too much into your time

It took awhile but Alya finally got the hang of things

Though none of the class events were as extravagant as when Marinette was in charge

She made Nino her deputy hoping it would give them more time together

And it did but it also meant that a lot of her paperwork was late meaning the class couldn't do as much stuff

But did the class blame Alya for this?

No

They blamed Marinette

Because somehow it was her fault that Alya were too wrapped up in her boyfriend to actually do her job

A couple of months later Lila and Alya watched the Ghoul Gang's (a/n: That's Marinette, Damian, and Jason's group name) first video that somehow had 10k views and already had 25k subscribers

Alya: How is she so popular?

Lila: How does she have so many views?

Alya: How does she have more hits then the Ladyblog?!?

They started scrolling through the short list of other videos that was posted

Adrien: Oh are you watching Marinette's videos?

Alya: You knew about this?

Adrien: Yeah it's not really my taste but I want to support our friend dont you guys?

Lila making her eyes tear up: Why would we want to support somebody who abandoned us

Alya wrapping her arms around Lila: Yeah Adrien she makes a good point. Marinette didn't even say goodbye!

Adrien trying to placate the two: Maybe she didn't have a chance

Lila: Oh please if she really wanted to she would had MADE time to say goodbye, right Alya?

Alya: Yeah!

The two girls showed the rest of the class the videos

And they had to admit they liked them

They were fun to watch and it was nice to see the old Marinette again

Lila could see this and it made her seeth

She had to turn this to her benefit

And she knew just how to do it

Lila: I can't believe you guys would support Marinette! It's obvious that she's just bragging and showing off her new life!

Chloe: I can't believe I'm saying this but Lila's right! It's obvious that Dupen-Cheng is just rubbing her new life in our faces! It's utterly ridiculous!

Alya hated that she agreed with Chloe but she also spoke of her agreement

Some of the other classmates agreed with them, but others like the member of Kitty Section and Nathaniel just thought that Lila and Alya were still a little hurt that Marinette left and Chloe was just jealous

They decided they would still watch the show just not talk about it with the rest of the class

A year later and Lila couldn't stand how popular Marinette's little YouTube channel was

She also couldn't stand that she had a richer boyfriend then her own, Adrien

So with the help of Alya, Nino, and of course her boyfriend Adrien they decided to do their own show

That was SLIGHTLY similar (read: rip off) of the Ghoul Gang's own show

They had Lila and Adrien as the host

Because of course they had to be the host, they were models and had more experience on camera

Nino did all the camera work

And Alya did research and worked sound

A lot of people called them out for being an obvious ripoff of the Ghoul Group's show from their name to their editing

But what people found worst that they were a bad ripoff

Lila and Adrien didn't have the same chemistry as Marinette and Jason

Adrien just agreed with whatever Lila said

There was no fun banter

And because neither of them believed in ghost there were no funny freakouts

Their show was mostly watched just for ripping on

Which both Alya and Lila hated

How could Marinette be so popular!

Lila just had to find some way to prove that her show is superior to Marinette's

And she learned the purest opportunity when she saw Marinette and the rest of the Ghoul Gang filming on some random street

Marinette: now we're back the next day at Rue Des Chantres after our terrifying investigation last night

Jason: What are you talking about it Thumbelina? It wasn't scary here last night. We even ran into the local heroes.

Damian: Which we'll be showing in a special bonus video at the end of our Paris series.

Marinette: Thanks Damian. And it was to scary. Remember what we heard on the spirit box, Green Giant?

Jason: Beep dop ga Apple tatter cre mauf

Marinette: No the other thing

Jason: Do you think we could make apple taters? Could that be a thing?

Damian: Focus Todd

Marinette: Anyway thanks for watching and join us next time to see us explore the famous catacombs under Paris. And for now weither the Rue Des Chantres is haunted will remain...

Marinette/Jason: Unsolved

Damian: And cut! Great job guys!

Marinette going over to hug Damian: Thanks honey. Great job filming as usual

Marinette gave Damian a peck on the lips

Jason: Seriously are Apple tatters possible? They sound good

Marinette: Maybe we can do some experimenting when we get back to the bakery.

Jason pumping his fist: Awesome!

Damian: We just have to finish on time to head to the catacombs. You wouldn't believe what I had to go through to get the catacombs to ourselves tonight

Jason laughing: Calm down demon spawn besides this will be a nice bonus video

The trio walked away and Lils felt a smirk grow on her face

If she and her lackies could best those losers to the catacombs they could have a episode before them and it would look like they ripped off her group instead of the other way around

Later that night the Ghoul Group showed up at the Catacombs fully expecting to be let in only to be stopped by secruity

Secruity: Sorry folks the catacombs are close tonight. Apparently their filming something tonight

Lila looking smug: Yes that will be us we're the Ghoul Group.

Secruity: I'm sorry but the filming permit is under the name Damian Wayne. Is that one of you?

Alya: No, but their must he some mistake. Lila said she called and we were clear to film here tonight

Secruity: Sorry but without a permit you can't film here. Please move along

Lila: How dare you?! Do you no who I am?

Marinette from behind the group: No, but I do

Alya, Lila, Adrien, and Nino turned around to see Marinette, Damian, and Jason standing behind them

Damian walked forward to show secruity his ID

Alya, Nino, and Adrien: MARINETTE!

Marinette: Why are you trying to steal our filming location?

Alya: Why did you abandon us?

Marinette: What are you talking about?

Alya: You abandoned us! You left without saying a word! Who did you expect to pick up the slack after you left?! Who did you expect to do costumes for the school play, or run fundraisers or babysit Chris or the twins?! You completely left us in the lurch

Marinette felt any guilt about leaving without telling anybody melt away

Marinette glaring: I thought that the people who I thought were my friends only saw me as an employee, and you just proved it

Ayla rolling her eyes: What are you talking about Marinette? You're being over dramatic as usual

Marinette: That is what I'm talking about! Think back to the final couple of months I was in Paris. The only time anybody in the class talked to me was to ask me to do something for them, not even asking if I have time to do it just demanding that I complete what ever they wanted me to do! And you know what leaving was the best decision I ever made!

Marinette didn't wait to hear what Alya had to say she joined Jason and Damian at the entrance and followed them inside never giving thought to the friends she left behind again

3 months later the Ghoul Group broke up.

After Lila was shown to be working with Hawkmoth she was sent to juvenal hall

Lila, Nino, Adrien, and the rest of the class were left wondering how they could lose such a great friend because of a liar who tricked all of them