#layna talks

[layna-art]

Ok ok just watched inside out 2 and just i want to talk about the climax scene

All throughout the movie Anxiety has pushed joy away in order to make Riley good enough even though she was always good enough in reality. Joy has fought her way to the end of Riley’s mind even though it was in the opposite direction of headquarters, where joy needed to be, but she loves her girl. she’d do anything for her, even letting the bad memories get to her so she could be true to herself and real. The other emotions weren’t as focused, yes they wanted Riley back to normal but they didn’t truly understand what she needed like Joy did.

Anxiety going a mile a minute but nothing is working and everything is going wrong for her and if it doesn’t work then everyone will hate her if she doesn’t score those goals because god forbid everyone leaving her and then

and then joy talks to her. joy brings her back to reality. It’s just hockey. it’s okay if things don’t work out but she needs to let go because she’s pushing herself too hard, pushing riley too hard

…

after they get her true sense of self back… the console calls for joy. It wants her, Riley wants joy to be there. everyone parts their way for joy, she deserves this Riley deserves to have joy there. I think Riley missed her. She missed having joy while playing the sport she loves. She missed joy so much

and then she just. gets to play hockey. with pure utter joy after stressing for hours over her future and sucking the joy out of the thing she loves to do. Now she can just play. no worries over the teams. the air is brighter, the sun comes out, and everything is glossy. She’s playing with her friends for the possible last time even though they’re on opposite teams and she’s just. happy. She forgot how happy it made her, she forgot how much she liked it when she stressed over her whole universe depending on it and everything seems so little now that she looks back on it

She missed her.

(That’s where the tears happened for me.)

[apocalyp-tech-a]

Your Unusual Alliance story feels a lot like Andor. If Tech and Layna were in that show, what would they be doing?

Oooo, thank you!!! What a super awesome compliment as I definitely see many parallels when I watch Andor and also because it's like some of the best Star Wars ever!!! So this is a bit of a predictable answer, but I think Tech and Layna would be doing the same thing that they are doing in An Unusual Alliance, fighting the Empire, together. Though I would hope they stay away from Kreegyr and the Ghorman Front! (I hope those things get explained more!) I think they are smart enough to do their own thing and cause trouble as outliers, but for good. And not gonna lie, I do wish they worked with Mon Mothma in a bit more closer and official way in my story in retrospect, lol. Something to ponder for a sequel perhaps. ;)

But I do love the parallels: there seem to be a lot of different cells not all working with one another (though in my story they are beginning to), atrocities that make Imperials and anyone with an ounce of morality and critical thought to think twice about the Empire, characters that are not force users but just regular people, and many characters from the canonical saga that are in the show and UA. Though I might have to do a little rewriting once both my story and the show are finished.

I'm really trying my best to get Chapter 57 of 60 done and hopefully make the finale worth all of the previous chapters investment. If anyone hasn't read it yet but wants to, you can find Chapter 1 of An Unusual Alliance here.

I went overboard with my answer, sorry! But thank you so much for your kind ask and getting my creative meiloorun juices flowing to get cracking on the last few chapters. Ha! I truly appreciate it so much!!! <3<3<3

[tikosblogg]

A Helping Hand Pt 2.

Part 1 Here

Summary: Noah ghosts you, so you decide to find someone else to help you out. Until…

Warning: SMUT. PIV sex. Rough sex, Virginity loss, Dom!noah, sub!reader, unprotected sex(a big no no), TINY bit of degradation, spanking.

A/N: ya’ll…..I ain’t even gonna lie….i got carried away there…but I love this one. I did good with this one if I do say so myself! I hope you guys like it just as much!!❤️ not proof read I apologize it’s once again 2AM🥹

It’s been a whole week since I’ve seen or spoken to Noah. We had exchanged numbers before he left my apartment that night. Claiming he would talk to me soon. yet it’s been nothing but radio silence. I decided to not tell my friends, since Noah obviously changed his mind about the whole thing. I didn’t want to be hammered with questions, or it was embarrassing enough that I was ghosted I didn’t wanna talk about it. So I just stayed quiet. The girls were invited to one of the campus frat parties tonight, and asked me to come a long. Since it was a Friday, and I had no other plans I decided to go.

We got ready, and headed to the fraternity house. Once we get there, the house is packed, over flowing with drunk and rowdy college kids. The music is so loud it shook the entire house. We got our drinks, and socialized with other people just having a good time. After about an hour, I excused myself from the group of people we were talking to, to grab another drink.

As I stood at the makeshift bar in the cramped kitchen, the deafening bass of the music thudded around me. People were laughing, shouting, and stumbling through the narrow hallways, creating an adrenaline-fueled chaos that was just the kind of distraction I needed after a week of nothing from Noah. I thought we had shared a spark, a connection so intense that I could still feel the electricity humming in my veins, but it felt like I had been left hanging in the void since he walked out of my apartment that night.

"Hey there, beautiful," a voice interrupted my thoughts, making me jump. I turned around to see a guy standing there, blonde tousled hair, twinkling blue eyes, and a smile that instantly disarmed me. “I’m Jake. What’s your name?”

“Y/n,” I replied, trying to appear casual even though my stomach flipped. I couldn’t help but notice how he leaned in closer as he spoke, filling the space between us with an undeniable tension.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. You know, you might just be the most gorgeous person in this whole room,” he said, his voice dripping with charm. I felt my cheeks flush ,it had been a while since someone had directed attention toward me like that, other than Noah of course. “What brings you here?”

“Just hanging out with some friends,” I said, glancing over at Layna and Clara, who were busy talking and flirting with a group of guys. “What about you?”

“Same. Just trying to find a reason to stick around this party.” He smirked, leaning on the counter beside me. “I’d say I found it.”

His confidence was intoxicating. I couldn’t shake the memories of Noah's smile and tender words, but part of me wondered if maybe Jake could provide a nice distraction.

I hesitated, thinking about how Noah had claimed he'd “talk to me soon”. The weight of that silence felt almost like a betrayal. I could feel Jake’s gaze sharpening, as if he read the conflict in my eyes. “Why don’t we grab a drink somewhere quieter?” he suggested, the invitation both thrilling and terrifying.

“Sure.” I decided then and there to let go of Noah's lingering presence. Maybe I was being impulsive, but I was tired of waiting for someone who had left me hanging. Besides, a one night stand sounds like exactly what I need.

Jake led me out of the chaotic kitchen, through the crowded living room, and up the stairs into a random bedroom. The bass was muffled here, allowing us space to talk without shouting. I took a seat on the neatly made bed, finally allowing my guard to drop a little. I looked around the room, the lighting a dull blue color from the LEDs hung around the ceiling. In front of the bed against the wall, was a desk with an expensive looking PC set up. Lastly to my right, was a sliding closet door, that doubled as a mirror, the entire length of the wall.

I looked back at Jake his body language was confident as he walked closer, taking a seat beside me. drawing me in with his lively aura and unyielding charm.

We talked for a few minutes, his hand sliding up my bare thigh, inching closer and closer to the hem of my blue Jean skirt. He started to lean forward Until the bedroom door slammed open, making us jump apart.

Noah stood there, his silhouette framed in the doorway, a furious glint in his eyes that pierced through the dimness. The atmosphere shifted, the warmth between Jake and me evaporating like fog.

“Get the fuck out.” Noah’s voice was low, and dangerous. He shifted his weight, fists clenched at his sides, and his stance radiated authority. It was the kind of rage that felt palpable, as if it could reach out and strangle one of us, and from the looks of it… it would be Jake.

Jake sprang to his feet, a defiant smirk tugging at his lips despite the tension. “I’m busy, man. Why don’t you find another room?” He gestured dismissively.

Noah took a daunting step closer, towering over Jake, his presence like a shadow looming over us. “This is my room, dickhead. Get the fuck out.” His voice cut like glass—sharp, brittle, and full of anger.

“Whatever,” Jake countered, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes, a flicker of nerves darting beneath his bravado. His gaze moved to me, encouraging me to follow him, to leave Noah’s fury behind. But the moment my ass left the mattress, his hard gaze reached mine.

“Sit down,” Noah growled, his tone turning as fierce as a thunderstorm. Alarm, mixed with curiosity coursed through me as I complied instinctively, my heart racing. There was something possessive in his eyes, something primal, and it sent a shiver rippling through me. My cheeks flushed crimson, a rush of embarrassment kindling between the anger and the flickering desire I thought I had just moments before.

Jake grimaced, clearly irritated, and I could see the tension rippling across his shoulders like a taut bowstring. “Fuck that! She’s with me!” There was an edge to his voice as he shot a defiant glare at Noah, stepping forward, seeming ready for a confrontation.

Before I could register what was happening, Noah harshly shoved Jake out of the room almost effortlessly, his strength undeniable. “Not anymore.” The door slammed shut, the finality of it echoing like a gunshot in the suddenly quiet space.

I sat there, heart pounding as the silence enveloped me. It felt so wrong but so thrilling at the same time—the unyielding power Noah had in that moment, the way he took control without hesitation. I could hear Jake’s frustrated mutters on the other side of the door, mixed with the still pounding bass of the music being played throughout the house, but it faded into white noise, overtaken by the thumping of my heart and the electric tension hanging between Noah and me.

Noah turned to me slowly, his expression softening just a fraction. “Are you okay?” His voice lowered, a flicker of concern breaking through the anger.

“I... I’m fine,” I stammered, grappling for something to steady my racing thoughts. But my gaze fell to the floor, unable to meet his intense stare.

He stepped closer, the space left between us melting away like ice in the sun. “You know he doesn’t care about you, right?” His voice was firm, and there was something heartfelt buried in the fierce facade.

I glanced up, the conflict swirling inside me, a humorless laugh leaving my mouth. “Oh and you do?” I couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth. Yet, I couldn’t ignore, the way my skin prickled with anticipation.

His brow furrowed slightly, confusion knitted with concern as he sought my eyes. “What do you mean? Of course I do.”

The sincerity in his words throbbed in the air, making the small room feel larger, the weight of his gaze pulling me in. I took a deep breath, drowning in the torrent of emotions swirling around us. Noah stepped closer, and the walls felt like they were closing in, the space between us charged with something unnameable.

“Oh so that’s why you completely disappeared on me?” I hissed, hurt overshadowing any anger I felt. “You said you were gonna help me out, and then just left me hanging! So I went found someone else, so what?” I glared at him, as he just stood there silently.

His expression shifted. At first, it was just surprise, but as I spoke, a spark of annoyance flickered in his eyes. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the door. “So that’s what this is about? You’re such a desperate whore, you couldn’t go a few days without me? You had to find some stupid dickhead to replace me?”

His words hung in the air, taunting and challenging me. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of my own admission suffocate my pride. Any other time, I would punch a guy for calling me such a degrading name, but coming from Noah’s lips…it only made me want to completely submit to him. Fall to my knees, and let him do whatever he wanted to with me. My self respect has left the chat.

Before I could respond, he reached behind him locking the door. The sound reverberated in my chest, both thrilling and foreboding. “It’s pathetic actually…You really think anyone else will make you feel as good as I do?”

Noah stepped closer, invading my space, and suddenly the atmosphere was full of suffocating tension. A tension that crackled between us, charging the air with an unmistakable heat. We were almost chest to chest—his breath mingling with the faint scent of his cologne lingering on his skin. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, pulling me in like gravity.

Time felt suspended as he scrutinized my face, searching for honesty in my eyes. And then, without warning, his hand shot up, gripping my throat with a gentleness that belied his strength. I felt my heart race. I was trapped yet electrified; a paradox I could hardly understand.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice low and steady, sending shivers down my spine. “Admit that you don’t want me to fuck you.”

The words hung thickly in the air, woven through my thoughts like a tangled cord. I wanted to deny it—to hold onto the shreds of my resolve. But the truth was there, dancing just out of reach. I could feel the heat pooling in the pit of my stomach, the yearning I had buried beneath annoyance and pride.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words caught in my throat. I wanted to hate him for making me feel this way, for ghosting me, and for showing up like this with his magnetic pull. But I couldn’t shake the undeniable truth every second we stood here only deepened my desire for him.

His grip tightened slightly, pulling me closer to him. “You can’t lie to me,” he breathed, his eyes locked onto mine, dark and smoldering. “You want me…not him.”

A shaky breath escaped me, and I finally nodded, barely able to speak. “I—” I faltered, not wanting to make the admission, but it was too late. The warmth of his body pressed against mine ignited everything I had been trying to suppress, and I was suffocated by the truth.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against mine. “Say it.”

A rush of vulnerability flooded through me, and I broke. “I want you to fuck me.” The admission slipped from my lips, both thrilling and terrifying.

Noah’s grip loosened, just enough for me to feel the shift as he realized the power he held. The annoyance morphed into a smirk as he stepped back, putting space between us but retaining an air of challenge.

“Was that so hard?” he asked, that familiar teasing smile, and spark in his gaze igniting a fire in my chest. “I-I’m sorry” I whimpered, not even sure what about, all I know is that I want him now, and if apologizing is what I have to do to have him, then I’ll do it a million times more.

His sheer dominance pulling me back into the orbit of his presence. In that moment, the game shifted. I was no longer the pursuer, but a willing participant in his teasing game.

I felt my heart race, a mixture of fear and exhilaration coursing through my veins as Noah’s grip on my throat loosened just enough for me to breathe but still held enough power that I didn't want to struggle.

He leaned in, finally kissing me with so much heat. The kiss was demanding, igniting a fire deep within me. I melted into the intensity, surrendering to the moment. As his hand flew into the back of my hair, pushing me down to my knees, my senses sharpened. The warmth of his presence enveloped me, and I could feel the weight of his gaze as he settled on the edge of the bed.

With one swift motion, he pulled me closer, positioning me between his thighs. His fingers tangled in my hair, a mix of lust and control flowing between us. I looked up at him, and my breath caught in my throat as our eyes locked—a swirling storm of desire and dominance mirrored in his gaze.

His thumb brushed against my bottom lip, a teasing gesture that made me whimper in response. It ignited something deep within me, a craving that begged to be satisfied. But amidst this whirlwind of emotions, he grounded me with a question that cut through the haze “What’s your safe word?”

My heart raced. The thrill was intoxicating, yet the responsibility of consenting to this moment made my body tingle with anticipation. “Red,” I breathed out, the word heavy with meaning. It was a signal of trust, a boundary I was both eager to explore and determined to protect.

Noah smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Good choice.” His lips attacked mine again, before he pulled away, our lips barely brushing, his breath warm against them as he whispered, “now show me how sorry you are.”

I timidly nodded my head, before reaching for his pants pausing. I quickly looked up, nerves and insecurities suddenly filling my body. He must’ve noticed my sudden change in demeanor, as his hand softly cupped my cheek, bringing my eyes to look directly into his. “What is baby?”

His dominate aura suddenly changed, his voice now softer. His thumb rubbed against my cheek back and forth, waiting for my response. “I just- I’ve never done…” my sentence cut short, as anxiety of not being good enough entered my thoughts. His voice suddenly bringing me back to the present.

“Hey…I’ll help you..just take your time. Don’t force it okay?” I nodded, as all the bad thoughts started to slowly dissipate. I’m safe. He knows I’m new to this. This is why we are doing this. I gave myself a short pep talk, and reached for his pants again.

He slightly lifted his hips, as I dragged his pants and boxers down just enough. When is dick finally released from its confines, he sighed in relief. My eyes widened, at the sight. He was huge. I was instantly intimidated, but didn’t let it show. I carefully reached up, wrapping my hand around him, my already small hand looking even tinier compared to it.

I slowly stroked my hand, up and down his length as he groaned above me. “Fuck baby, just like that.” His praise gave me a new found confidence, as I slowly leaned down kitten licking his painfully red tip. He moaned again, his hand finding my hair once more, gripping it softly.

The sounds leaving his lips, only made me want to hear more. I opened my mouth wide, as I took him into my mouth as far as I could. Once he hit the back of my throat I hollowed my cheeks sucking softly, before dragging my lips back up. He threw his back, releasing another loud groan. “Holy fuck y/n..” I did it again, this time stroking the rest of him that my mouth couldn’t reach, with my hand.

His grip on my hair tightened, as I let him take control. I propped my hands on each of his muscular thighs, keeping my mouth hovering over his dick. In time, his hips were thrusting as he fucked my mouth.

I moaned, and gagged around him letting him use me as he pleased. My panties no doubt soaked at this point. Tears were falling down my cheeks, as he suddenly pulled my mouth off of him. With his grip still tight in my hair, he turned my face to the right. With tear filled eyes, I saw my reflection staring back at me. “Look at yourself” he hissed, his dominant side coming back out to play.

I was a mess. I had mascara streaked down my face, from my tears. My shimmery lips gloss smeared across my cheeks. My hair looked like I had walked through a wind storm….but I loved it. I felt sexy.

He pulled my face back towards him, as he leaned down shoving his tongue damn near down my throat. I whined, as I sucked his tongue softly. It drove him fucking crazy. He stood up, pulling me from the floor, and onto his bed.

When my back hit the mattress, he was on top of me instantly. He grabbed my shirt pulling it off, before basically ripping my bra from my body. Next went my skirt, and panties. Throwing them somewhere in the room, he leaned down taking my nipple in his mouth.

I gasped, as he softly sucked it while squeezing my other tit in his hand. I felt warmth spread across my skin the longer he sucked and nipped at my tits, each rough touch igniting a fire at my throbbing cunt. I shivered, turned on more than I have ever been in my life, a flush spreading across my cheeks as I caught his gaze.

Noah pulled back, his lips hovering tantalizingly close. His breath fanning my skin as he began to taunt me, his voice low and rough. “You like that baby?“ he whispered, the dominance in his voice sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. “You think he could have made you feel like this?.”

I opened my mouth to respond, to articulate the jumbled emotions swirling within me, but no words came. Instead, I shook my head slightly, my heart racing as I whimpered. He smirked, a knowing smile that made my breath hitch in my throat.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his tone dropping an octave, lacing his words with a challenge. It was his way of pulling me deeper, inviting me to surrender myself completely. My mind raced through a hundred possibilities, and each one was wrapped in the comfort of him.

“You,” I managed to breathe out, the word escaping my lips like a secret.

“Good answer,” he said, his grin widening over a shared understanding. He leaned closer again, capturing my gaze with his, with a final kiss and I felt anchored, surrounded by his intensity.

He lightly drug his tongue, from between my breasts down my stomach, to the very top of my aching cunt. I groaned his name, softly bucking my hips up. He smiled, before poking his tongue out, and running slowly over my sensitive clit.

I gasped, arching my back against the mattress. My hands instantly finding his hair. “Fuck I’ve missed this pussy.” Before I could say another word, his two middle fingers sank into me. He wasted no time, pumping them hard and fast.

“Fuck Noahhhh.” I whined, as he continued his thrusts, his face coming to hover over mine. “This sweet pussy is mine, right baby? His voice still held that dominant tone, but almost sounded like a whine. Just that could have made explode, but I held back.

He snatched his fingers away, making my head shoot up in confusion, before his hand came down smacking my already throbbing pussy, with his hand. I gasped, my body tensing at the new found pleasure filling my body. “Answer me.”

He growled, shoving his fingers back into me. I nodded my head, before releasing a breathless “yes..” rutting my hips against his skilled fingers. Another smack landed on my clit, before his deep voice filled the air again. “Yes what?”

So lost in the feeling, I said the first thing that came to mind as I gasped at the sharp sting against my clit “Yessir” he smirked, sitting up on his knees. “Good girl.” His shoved his fingers into his mouth, groaning at my taste.

I whined at the loss of his touch, as he watched from above me. A cocky smirk on his face. “I’m not even touching you anymore, and you’re still going crazy for me.” I panted beneath him, meeting his dark eyes. “Please Noah…I need you.” I cried, desperately wanting to feel his touch again.

He wasted no more time, taking his shirt off and kicking his pants and underwear the rest of the way off, throwing them somewhere behind him. I marveled at his hard muscular body, completely covered in beautiful tattoos. He himself was a work of art, I couldn’t help but appreciate.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in another kiss, as we both just tasted each other. The rest of his body, lowered onto me. I widened my thighs as far as I could, so I could feel him completely. His hips bucked softly, dragging his cock through my folds at an achingly slow pace.

His lips left mine, as we both panted. He reached down, sliding an arm under the bend of my right knee pushing it up and against my chest. Spreading me open for him.

He just looked at me for a moment, trying to read my face. I quickly nodded, pulling him into a soft kiss. “Please” I whispered up at him, ready to finally feel him inside of me.

He dropped his head into the crook of my neck, leaving soft nips and kisses as he slowly pushed inside of. I groaned at the stretch, my pussy welcoming the new feeling. He groaned into my neck, the deeper he got.

Once he was completely bottomed out, he sat still. He pulled his face from my neck, the look in his eyes burning into mine. I could see the way he was fighting with himself not to lose control and fuck the shit out of me.

But I wanted him to. I loved the pleasure, and the pain that came with it. I nodded my head confidently, as his resolve started to crack. I brought his lips close to mine, brushing against them as I spoke. “Don’t hold back.”

His whole demeanor went dark, before he pulled his hips back, slamming them back against mine with a small grunt. I gasped, my nails clawing down his back. I felt so full, and never wanted to lose that feeling that only he could give me.

“You’re so fucking tight baby.” He groaned, as he continued roughly snapping his hips against mine. I whimpered, running my hands up his back and intertwining them behind his neck. He laid his forehead against mine, as we breathed each other in.

Suddenly he stopped, pulling out of me. I released a whine, at the sudden empty feeling. He grabbed my sides sliding me up to the middle of the mattress, before rolling me onto my side facing the mirror.

I was confused, before he quickly slid up behind me, pulling my body flush against his chest, and sliding back into me with a low groan. The sight was beautiful. He propped up on his elbow, so he could see over me, as his other hand grabbed my thigh lifting it up.

Holding my thigh up, gave me a clear view of his cock pumping in and out of me roughly. It was erotic, so hot. He has ruined me, in the best way possible. His eyes met mine in the mirror, as a smile slowly formed on his face. He thoroughly enjoyed the fucked out mess he saw in the mirror.

His hand that was holding my thigh, slowly slid up my body, as I kept it up myself, not wanting to lose the perfect view of him completely destroying my pussy. His hand continued its path up my body, pausing at my tit to give it a firm squeeze, before moving up again.

His large hand finally made it to its destination, firmly gripping my throat. He turned my head the slightest bit towards him, his lips brushing against my tear stained cheek as he roughly spoke. “Look how pretty you are, taking my cock like a good girl.”

Nothing but a whine of his name left my lips, too fucked out to form words. His thrusts sped up, his hips slapping against my ass, roughly. “So fucking pretty, huh? Say it.” He growled against my cheek, before turning my face back towards the mirror.

“Say it! His voice rose in volume, his thrusts never letting up. I panted, watching our bodies in the mirror, before staring myself in the face. “I’m— oh fuckkk- I’m so pretty.” I whined, as my eyes met his smirking face.

“Thats fucking right baby, my pretty little slut.” He breathed, his fingers tightening a bit more around my throat, slowing down my blood flow, making my head feel fuzzy. “ All fucking mine.” I nodded slightly the best I could, agreeing with him. Nobody would ever compare to Noah. I’ll forever be his.

After a few more rough thrusts of his hips, he pulled out again, shoving me onto my stomach, and pulling my hips up. His hand shoved my back down, making me arch my ass as high as I could. Without another word, he thrusted back into me.

His hips pounded into me, while he reached his hand around me rubbing his fingers against my clit. I pulled my face out of the sheets, catching his eyes in the mirror for the tenth time. Moaning at the sight of him. His brows were furrowed in pleasure, his face and body covered in a sheen of sweat.

His eyes blown out, almost black. His teeth caught his bottom lip, as he watched my face twist with pleasure. My jaw hung open, basically drooling. I could tell he loved the sight of me like this, which only egged him on.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” He asked, with an almost mocking tone. My eyes closed in bliss, before is other hand came down, leaving a harsh slap on my ass. My eyes shot back open, as they found the mirror again. “Fucking watch yourself. Watch yourself fall apart for me.” He grunted, as I kept my eyes on myself in the mirror.

I was a complete fucking wreck, and I loved it. His fingers pressed harder against my clit, and I felt my orgasm reaching its peak. “Fuck noah..yes yes yes please.” I cried out, as my body shook finally releasing all over him.

Noah groaned, as he continued fucking me through my high. My face fell into the mattress, as his thrusts became sloppy, finally finishing right after me. He groaned, as his hips slowly came to a stop. We were both panting loudly, as he bent forward, leaving a soft kiss on my spine.

He slowly pulled out, making me whine at the loss. I slowly turned over, both of us staring at each other before breaking into stupid smiles. I giggled as he pulled over to him, kissing my lips, nose, and forehead. He stood up, walking over to the bathroom, and grabbing a towel.

After wiping us off, he threw the towel in his hamper, and pulled on his boxers. He bent over grabbing his shirt, and walking over to me slipping it on me. I smiled, as he crawled back into bed, placing the blanket over us. I turned to face him, with a small smile. “Thank you.”

He smiled back before shaking his head. “Don’t thank me… I think we both know this was more than just me giving you a helping hand.” His hand came up, softly brushing a piece of hair from my face cupping my cheek. He leaned in placing a soft lingering kiss to my lips.

He pulled back, his thumb softly caressing my cheek. I smiled at him, softly nuzzling my face into his warm palm. He’s right. This was so much more than that….and I don’t mind it one bit.

[atlafan]

“Harry, can you just admit that you’re cold?” Layna asked her boyfriend as they walked home from the train.

“I’m not cold.”

“Yes, you are. You saw that it was going to hit 50 degrees today, wore shorts, and now you’re regretting it because, news flash, it’s still winter! You’re not even wearing your leggings!”

“They’re not leggings, they’re athletic - you know what? Be quiet.”

“Sorry, I thought talking would help distract you from your shivering.” She smirked.

“I regularly swim in cold water. Do you think a brisk walk outside has any effect on me?”

“Yes, yes I do. Your knees are knocking. What’s funny is, you’re bundled up on top. Is that because your head is always cold since you shaved it?”

“It’s growing in!”

“You’re the one who panic cut their hair when you got gum stuck in it instead of waiting for me to get home so I could get it loose with some peanut butter.”

“You’re really pissing me off today.”

“Yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?” She moves to stand in front of him, halting him from walking. “Cause I was kind of thinking we could take a nice, steaming shower when we get home, and I could throw your sweatpants in the dryer so they’re extra warm. But if you feel like being mean to me because I care, go right ahead, baby.”

“Do I have to admit that I’m cold for you to do all those things?”

“No, but you will if you want me to,” she gets on her tip toes and whispers in his ear. His cheeks flush, even more than they already are. She grins up at him when she goes back to standing in his way.

“I’m cold.” He mutters.

“I didn’t quite hear you.”

“I’m cold!” He moves around her and grabs her hand so they can keep walking. “You better make good on what you just said because I swear to god if you think you can get away with teasing me, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“What do you take me for? I like taking the piss, but I’m not an idiot.” She scoffed. “You are, for thinking you’d be fine in shorts.”

“Layna!”

NO COMPLAINTS BLURB

[lovekz]

baby mama <3 (7/1)

syn -> taiju has a baby mother, and he just can't get over her. it seems like she can't get over him.

warnings : drinknig, reader is a bitch (a bad one tho), rejection,

notes : there's gonna be a second part to this chapter. sorry for making you wait, but enjoy!

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“ana! don’t run in their house!” you yell, dragging her suitcase into the home with a frown.

almost immediately, the ryuguji’s girl turns the corner and drags anastasia into a hug.

you frown in slight annoyance, tired of chasing after her all day.

draken comes in from the garage, hands a bit dirty and overalls hanging from his waist.

“hey mama. how you doing?” he greets, washing his hands of the car oil in the kitchen sink.

when they’re clean and dry, he pulls you into a big warm hug.

“so exhausted. thank you for watching ana while I’m gone.” you sigh, pulling away and looking at him.

“course. love her like she’s my own, and so does emma.” draken explains, watching the girls talk about whatever nonsense they planned to do.

you read off everything you brought for her and anything extra that could be needed.

you hand off your spare house keys in case for emergencies or if that spoiled brat of yours feels too homesick.

he knows you prepared just enough so she doesn’t call your phone down fifty times a day on your vacation.

“ken! did you wash your hands in the kitchen again?!” emma yells out, stepping out of the kitchen with a disgusted look.

draken gives his wife a warm smile, knowing that he had irritated her soul with that action.

“sorry baby. had to grab ana’s stuff, s'heavy.” he lied, swiftly taking the things from your hand.

at the sound of her name, emma walks over to you with a huge smile and wraps her arms around you.

after the birth of her baby girl, her body had filled out nicely and she wasn’t as small as she was before.

her face was slightly chunkier, but she definitely grew more of an ass.

“gonna miss you girl. we gotta have one of those wine dates when you come back.” emma smiles, playfully rubbing your hips.

you nod with a laugh, removing her hands and fixing your clothes.

“we can plan it when i come back, but i have a flight to catch.” you inform, looking at the clock.

at the sound of that, anastasia comes running down the hall and squeezes you into a tight hug.

you kneel down and hug her back, kissing her cheek and forehead.

“behave, ana. i love you, bunches.” you mutter into her ear as you fix her dress with a smile.

“love you too mommy!” ana beams proudly, before pressing a kiss into your cheek.

you let her go and she runs off, making you smile big at her.

you say your goodbyes to everyone else and head back to your home, where taiju was waiting for you.

he was sitting outside of his car on his phone waiting when you pulled into the garage.

“where’s ana?” taiju asks, walking in beside you and looking around.

“ryuguji’s. can you grab my suitcase?" you ask without sparing him a glance, stopping in the mirror in the hall.

he stands behind you with a furious look, crossing his arms as he tries to keep his eyes on your face.

"i thought i told you i was coming to see her soon?" taiju asked, holding his negative tonuge.

you look at him confused through the mirror before fixing your tits in the cami you sported.

"and i thought i told you be here by nine so we can go out to breakfast. pamela keeping you busy?" you pout ignorantly, walking further into the house.

taiju follows behind you angrily, still not understanding why you were so petty towards her.

"her name is layna and you know it." taiju informs, grabbing your suitcases and bags.

you pick up your blanket and hoodie off the couch, before looking at him with a sweet smile.

"why do you want to talk about her so much? she isn't here." you whisper, dropping your things on the couch.

taiju stands still as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down closer to you.

your things sit by his feet, though his hands don't move to wrap around his waist like they always do.

"think we have time for a quickie?" you questioned, taking your hand and rubbing it down his chest with a smile.

taiju lets out a heavy sigh before pulling your hands off his body.

you frown in confusion as he grabs your stuff and begins to walk towards the garage once more.

"we have to stop this. grab your things and let's go, layna is waiting in the car and i don't wanna make her wait any longer." taiju sighs, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

you scoff, and immediately began to feel irritated.

he had some fucking nerve to bring her here and tell you what you have to and can't do.

and he was making you ride in the same car as her?

oh hell no.

"put my shit down and get out of here. i'll find my way there." you curse at him, grabbing your phone and immediately opening your messages app.

"we're already fucking late. go get. in the car." taiju demands, before walking out of your house with your things.

you scream in frustration, throwing your phone down in irritation and listen to it shatter into pieces.

it was childish, sure, but you didn't know how else to relieve yourself from the irritation.

you were not gonna have the best time.

-

you sat in the backseat of the car with your arms folded in annoyance, feeling a bit crowded with all the things next to you.

mayra sat in the front seat snug and happy, recording her and taiju every now and then.

'smug bitch' you thought to yourself, ready to shove your foot so far into the back of her neck so her front teeth collide with the dash.

"you okay back there? sighing a lot." taiju checks in, looking at the mirror to try and see you.

"fuck you." you say in reply, offering him your middle finger.

taiju says nothing in return, just looking back at the road with a disappointed frown.

pariah turns around and looks at you with an apologetic smile, placing her phone into her lap.

"hey, i know we got off on the wrong foot. but since we'll be on vacation together, i think we should put our differences aside." she starts, tucking her hair behind her ear.

the girl begins rattling on about the 'misunderstandings' and her feeling bad on her part and whatever nonsense she had to say.

you stared at her while she smiled the entire time, squinting your eyes at her while she spoke.

finally, she finished and waiting for your response.

you rolled your eyes, adjusted yourself into the seat, and looked out the window.

"fuck you." you say with a fake smile, before letting the guy open the door and walking away.

you see yuzuha and hakkai waiting by the front for the three of you, a big smile on their faces.

"hey, did you book your room? if not you can stay in mines." yuzuha asks, pulling you into a warm hug.

you hug back before sighing, and giving hakkai one as well.

"not staying in the hotel. shu said i can use his house and he'll be down in two days." you explain, fixing your hair.

you feel a hand on your shoulder and immediately slap the hand off, turning around defensively.

although it was just taiju, you still huff and back away from him a bit.

"can i talk to you? alone?" taiju asks, obviously stressed out from your outburst towards his girlfriend.

you practically laugh in his face before walking off, following hakkai and yuzuha to the private jet.

-

you were dropped off first, walking into the gorgeous big house that your best friend had owned.

hakkai helped you bring your stuff in, offering you a bit of a sad smile.

"you sure you'll be alright alone in here? i can stay if you'd like?" hakkai offers, leaning on the couch.

you shake your head and fix your hair in the mirror, giving him back the same smile.

"i'd love that, kai. but you have things to do and i think i wanna be alone right now." you say to him.

he nods, and pulls you into another hug. "we're going out to breakfast tomorrow. dress nice." hakkai says, before leaving.

you wave goodbye, before closing the door behind him and looking around a bit.

it was pretty big for you to be alone in, but you didn't mind too much.

if it meant you got to be away from whatever the hell taiju and tema had going on, so be it.

you get a call from shuji seconds later, and you answer it immediately through the cracks.

"hey mama. settled in the house yet?" shuji speaks, and it sounds muffled and more robot like.

you knew you fucked up your phone before leaving, but you didn't think it was that bad until now.

"no, not yet. i literally just got in." you explain to him, taking a seat on the couch with a frown.

shuji looks at you with a frown, before pushing his eyebrows together in confusion.

"why do you sound like that?" he asks, and you immediately understand that it sounded like that on both ends.

so you begin to explain to him what happened before you had left, and your phone cuts of in the middle of it.

you tap your phone repeatedly, but it doesn't respond.

the throw must of fucked your phone up bad, and going into the air didn't make it any better.

you curse loudly, tossing it across the room like some miracle would catch it and laying back on the couch.

it was your first day in dubai and you were having the worst time of your life.

-

the sun was out of the sky, and you were fresh out of the shower.

you lotion your skin with cocoa butter and put on your new night gown and the robe.

if you couldn't have fun with anyone or talk to anyone, you would definitely have fun by yourself.

you make your way downstairs and open the wine cabinet, pulling out the most expensive one and a glass.

the alexa rings through the house, getting your attention almost immediately.

since your phone broke, shuji had been using his alexas to communicate with you and check in through the cameras.

it made you feel secure and not alone knowing that he was checking in every now and then.

"shu says : love you girl, hope you're alright. ps, pop a titty on the lv rm cam if you need me. winky face." alexa recites.

you turn to the camera with a giggle and offer him the middle finger, presenting the bottle in your other hand.

you turn to the counter and pour yourself a glass, smiling to yourself.

"hey alexa! play everyone falls in love by tanto metro!" you say, turning to the machine.

she complies and the beat fills the air, making you excited.

you skip over to the machine with the glass in your hand and turn it up to it's max.

and eventually, you're on your fifth or sixth glass of wine and everything is a bit blurry.

"alexa baby.. play love by keyisha cole- no! play marvin's room by drake!" you demand, trading the glass for the bottle.

you don't know how many songs you've listened to, but shuji's playback list can tell you tomorrow.

the song begins to play from the speakers as you take a long sip from the bottle.

you sway to the beat, not hearing the front door beep and swing open slowly.

the liquid comforts your throat and gives you more singing energy.

"cups of the rose! bitches in my old phone." you sing loudly, holding the bottle in the air.

consequences be damned, you were having fun tonight.

taiju watches you swing your body around the kitchen, rolling your hips softly to catch the beat.

"i should call one and go home. i ben in this club too longg!" you giggle, drinking from the bottle some more.

taiju knows you well, and he knows well that this isn't how you act after drinking.

he doesn't know what got into you, but after the next line you sing, he understands.

"the man that i would try! is happy with a ugly bitch!" you slam your hand on the counter angrily, staring at the bottle.

"i've been drinking so much.. i can't call him anyway to say-.." you pause, turning around to see taiju staring at you.

he looked at you with a hint of sadness, and you didn't like that.

the two of you don't exchange words, he just walks over and turns the alexa down some.

he places the bag onto the counter and sighs, staring at the marble.

"hanma called me. gave me the spare key before we left. got you a new phone." taiju explains shortly, unmoving from his place.

you hug him around his waist and take a big whiff of his scent.

he smells so much like the perfume you had bought him when he took you shopping for this trip, and you loved it.

the sound you let out goes unnoticed by you, but not taiju.

you can tell because he shifts away from you shortly and pulls your hands off him.

the action hurts more than you think it should, makes your heart ache and you don't know why.

until it opens your eyes and tells you everything you need to know.

the divorce you had with taiju was one sided. your feelings for the man had never gone away.

you had just were in deep denial.

the feeling hurts, and it hurts bad.

maybe it's the amount of alcohol you had tonight, or maybe it's because he's in front of you right now.

but you feel too emotional, and he can't see you like this.

you walk away from him and walk into the living room, sitting on the floor across from the couch.

you hide your face in your knees and whimper, feeling yourself begin to cry.

you know your panties are showing from under your dress, but you can't care. you're embarrassed.

taiju tries to lift your head from your lap but you fight him on it, shoving his hand off your head.

you're full on sobbing now, and finally lift your face to look at him.

you don't want his fucking pity, but you can't tell him that.

you sob some more, feeling like your daughter when she doesn't get her way in the mall.

"why taiju? why did you divorce me?" you practically beg, wiping your eyes harshly and whining.

and the look taiju gives you makes you sick.

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[thelustybraavosimaid]

Was there anyone in your life who might’ve served as an inspiration for Arya?

I can’t say there’s any one specific model, but a lot of the women I’ve known over the years have had aspects of Arya with them. Especially some of the women I knew when I was a young man back in the ’60s and ’70s, you know — the decade of the sexual revolution and the feminist movement. I knew a lot of young women who weren’t buying into the, “Oh, I have to find a husband and be a housewife.” That’s certainly part of Arya’s thing. There’s that scene where Ned is telling her, “Well, one day you’ll grow up and you’ll marry a great lord and you’ll be the lady of the castle.” And she says, “No, I won’t. I don’t want that. That’s Sansa, that’s not me.” I knew women who were saying things like that: “I don’t wanna be Mrs. Smith, I wanna be my own person.”

--

"The Lannisters are proud," Jon observed. "You'd think the royal sigil would be sufficient, but no. He makes his mother's House equal in honor to the king's."

"The woman is important too!" Arya protested. (Arya I, AGoT)

--

Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father's table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tom used to call her "Arya Underfoot," because he said that was where she always was. She'd liked that a lot better than "Arya Horseface." (Arya II, AGoT)

--

"The Merling Queen has chosen a new Mermaid to take the place of the one that drowned. She is the daughter of a Prestayn serving maid, thirteen and penniless, but lovely."

"So are they all, at the beginning," said the priest, "but you cannot know that she is lovely unless you have seen her with your own eyes, and you have none. Who are you, child?" (The Blind Girl, ADwD)

Between this and befriending Merry and co at the Happy Port and getting justice for the Layna by whispering Chiswyck's name to Jaqen, or the revenge for both the daughter and Lommy by killing Raff the Sweetling, Arya has shown neither NLOG nor un-feminist behaviour. There isn't any disdain for girls or for being a girl.

What part of this is incomprehensible to some? Why are people finding it far-fetched that Arya is a feminist character when the own fucking author is saying it?

[minileena-sfw]

Hey what if I made an au for that zookeeper story that got me my girlfriend a year ago

Layna

Honestly, this dress might be a touch too garish.

Rebecca, my chauffeur for the evening, had assured me it was beautiful, and it covers up my goods underneath nicely, but I can't help but pull at the uncomfortable pit section as she takes me into the gala.

The ceiling opens up to become the sky, something that someone of my stature is accustomed to this far down below, but this time I'm alone in that feeling. Chandeliers that are, put generously, a little much hang from the ridiculously high ceiling, illuminating the ballroom in a golden glow. This clashes with the deep cerulean dress I was wearing, but I was never the one to have an eye for that kind of detail anyways. Rebecca was the one who picked the outfit, as well as her own, a simple black tux meant to look undistracting and draw all the attention to the pretty little jewel sitting on her shoulder.

Alright, we're in the gala. Take a deep breath. I can do this. Next step is just making conversation with the rich snobs. Easy.

I tuck the single stray lock of hair curled at my cheek behind my ear as Rebecca finds me a spot to slide in.

I find a cluster of socialites discussing current events and join in naturally. I hate small talk, but it's something I can turn on if I need to. Which I definitely do.

I notice another one of my kind in the cluster, a woman maybe a quarter inch taller than me on the shoulder of her own chauffeur. I wonder how she ended up with the amount of money she would need to be attending an event like this.

Probably a very, very different way than I plan to.

As I try to keep my eyes from glazing over, the conversation drones on. These types aren't the ones to be able to make actually charming small talk. At the very least, not to the level of interest of someone a tad more low status like myself.

Until one of them does.

I find myself genuinely chuckling at a comment one of the rich snobs make. My smile turns from amused to curious as I lock eyes with the only woman to genuinely get a positive reaction out of me.

She's... kind of stunning.

A lot of the people here are very attractive, at least in the hollywood sense, but this woman manages to stand out among the crowd. Her beauty is effortless, her hair a tad messy and curly and yet bouncing along with her gestures in such an enchanting way that she doesn't seem out of place among these perfectly groomed one-percenters.

The smile she gives me brings a touch of red to my cheeks.

Christ, Layna, focus. You're not here to flirt. You weren't even invited to this gala to begin with. This woman is not a part of your world.

And yet, she continues to catch my eye as the conversation continues.

Eventually I find a conversational out and excuse myself, Rebecca taking me off to a less traversed portion of the ballroom.

Her movements are effortlessly inconspicuous, taking us to what is honestly a fairly suspicious hallway that the help have been using, all while moving so naturally she doesn't draw a single eye. I briefly consider upping her cut from 15% to something like 18%.

...maybe 17.

This isn't just a gala, after all. It's an auction.

For a black diamond.

I've seen pictures. Jet black and yet with facets that catch the light as it turns. Its polish so pristine I'd be able to see my reflection in it.

And I fully plan to.

The largest black diamond ever found is just a touch shorter than me, and quite a bit heavier. I'd never manage to pick it up.

It's worth about 160 million dollars.

The one being auctioned today? Maybe the size of a few poker chips stacked atop one another. A few dozen grams, maybe a tad over a hundred.

This one, I can lift.

And 90 million may be a tad less than 150, but it'll still be the largest heist I've ever pulled.

Rebecca sets me down on a lip in the wall before pulling a handheld drill out of the pocket inside her jacket and opening the vents for me.

"Have fun making cover there?" She asks quietly as a screw falls to the floor.

"You know I always hate the small talk parts of these things," I reply, taking a seat and crossing my legs as she works.

"Really?" Rebecca prods. "'Cause you were blushing so much back there I could practically feel the heat coming off of you on my neck."

"You, uhm... noticed that..?" I ask, genuinely embarrassed. I'm supposed to be a professional, goddamn it.

"Didn’t know you were into the ladies," she comments with what I could only describe as an audible smirk. "And the tall ones, at that."

I try to stammer out a witty response, but nothing comes to mind. I'm prepped for manipulating the *socialites* into liking me, not my own crew.

"Eye on the prize, Layna," Rebecca chides. "You can swipe through tinder when we're millionaires if it'll make you feel better."

With that, the vent falls into Rebecca's grip. I slide into her palm and let her set me down in the vents, stripping my dress off on my descent.

When I said this dress covers the goods, I didn't mean my curves--lord knows I'm a tad lacking in the breasts and butt department. No, I was referring to what was essentially a grappling hook.

Such a device is nigh impossible to make for those blessed with stature, but at 13 grams, I have a lot more options for repelling up and down vent shafts. A fridge magnet can hold me up. Rig that up to some string and a spring loaded launcher and you've got yourself a magnetized grappling hook.

"Those cameras had better be playing on loop by now, Becc," I say as I shoot my anchor into the ceiling of the vent and prep my harness.

"They're about to... huh," Rebecca says.

"Do NOT tell me something's wrong," I say, tension in my gaze as I watch her tap away at her phone.

"I... guess I already did it," she says. "I was testing earlier to make sure there weren’t any software updates that fucked with my overlay, must've forgotten to turn it off?"

"This is the sloppiness that's gonna get me caught," I warn.

"It's fine, no one's noticed," she assures. "It's a still feed of a diamond sitting in an otherwise empty safe. There's not much to notice by way of fake overlays. Basically a still image."

...maybe I'll stick with 15%.

"Do not keep me in the dark," I demand as I prepare for my trek. "Let me know and pull me out as soon as you see anything awry. No more sloppy mistakes tonight."

"Yes, boss," Becca says in a tone edging on sarcastic. "Good to go. Grab it, get out, meet me at rendezvous."

"See you soon," I offer with a smile before shooting down the shaft.

My path is anything but straightforward. I had studied the map, but I did nearly take a few wrong turns on my way to the vault. It takes a bit longer than expected to find the exposed grate in the ceiling of the room that holds my prize.

In a feat of what I would not-so-humbly describe as a prime example of genius engineering, I had fashioned what was basically a miniature soldering gun. I pull out a metal hook I had managed to covertly slide beside my thigh and hide under my dress before the gala. A quick turn of the wrist has the hook around a slat in the grate, and my soldering iron fastens the other end of the hook to the wall, creating what is essentially a hinge. A second hook on the other side of the same wall, and it's stable.

Now for the tricky part.

Behind my back is a drill, much like the one Rebecca had used earlier. A handle leads to the perpendicular drill bit at the end; sort of like a hockey stick, except the paddle-thing at the end is a motorized screwdriver. It's much smaller than Becca's, with a much weaker battery to compensate.

I'll be cutting it tight on power.

I grip the handle and slide the drill bit through a slat in the vent before holding it out under where I assume the first screw was. A bit of feeling around has the bit pressed snugly into the out-of-sight screw.

I press the button and start unscrewing.

It all goes pretty smoothly, all things considered. I can hear the drill slowing down near the final screw, but it manages to eke it out before dying on me. Whatever. I won't need it anymore.

The vent falls out from under me, swinging to the side on the hinge I had created without clattering to the ground with a noise that the guards would've surely heard. I hang from my grapple, fastened securely against the ceiling above me.

My prize awaits below.

I repel down and watch the pitch black surface inch closer. I see my reflection in the top face, growing larger.

I land atop it.

It's smooth, like ice from a pond in a valley that doesn't ever experience the wind rippling its flawless surface. I run my finger across it.

It will be mine soon.

I start tying the diamond up, fastening it to my harness. I should still have a few minutes before the guards bring it in for the auct--

The vault door swings open.

Part 1 of... uhh... maybe 4? Probably 4.

[leonstamatis]

reasons to vote for jacob/moses/layna in the @blaseballshipbracket :

(listen. I can’t make you do anything. i almost didn’t submit them at all because they won’t make it all the way and it will lowkey devastate me when they lose. i’m not even offering rewards, because i want to save those for the more contentious battles later on. but, yknow, just for kicks, let’s make a case.)

my second-ever blaseball fic was about these three. it was the first ship that i thought of all on my own, and i was very nervous about putting them all out there.

since then, i’ve written 21k across four fics detailing their relationship through pretty much all of blaseball, up til gamma.

they quite literally have everything? i’m not even joking. moses was involved in the masoning before they came to the flowers. layna was on the beams when they fell into the hellmouth. jacob is a good enough player (or was before gamma rerolls) that he would almost certainly have been vaulted or at least gotten ego a couple times if not for the flowers’ insane lineup.

(moses and layna have sucked outrageously for most of their blaseball careers. that’s not related, it’s just infinitely funny to me.)

that’s not even all.

layna was sent over to the garages during an absolutely absurd three way swap in s12. later, while she was there, she also got alternated.

moses was a receiver, was temporary alternated, had an allergic reaction, watched quitter and wyatt mason vi die (while they were echoing elsewhere, actually! it pains me), and then, instead of staticking out, moses themself died! a regular incineration, at random!

jacob was mostly fine during all of this. he doesn’t experience much. that’s what makes him special. but he’s on the magic now! he fell to their shadows. i’ve given him a wizard hat, in my head.

layna was involved in the first major swap of the expansion era, and one of the biggest ones from discipline, too. moses was the first death on the flowers since cali. (it had been a little over ten seasons.) somehow, in picking three largely unconnected names off a roster to write about, i pulled some players who would have a lot of outside significance. (i did not know this at the time; it was season seven.)

there’s even a dramatic breakup at the end. i made a playlist about it. (there are annotations, too! password’s jacoblayna.)

and like look, i’m detailing all of this because I think the gameplay comes first in storytelling. i can talk about moses as a victim of the game and layna as a victim of the game and jacob as an extremely anxious, but largely untouched, guy, watching both of his loved ones experience tragedy over and over beyond any of their control.

but yknow, I think the fic actually explains their dynamic better than i can in a (relatively) brief post giving an overview. so i’m focusing on what happened to them canonically, and in the spirit of irm, allowing your brain to fill in the gaps of what that’s like for people who love each other.

point is, this may not be the layna you know or the moses you know, or even the jacob you know! but they’re good. and if you are undecided (or have perhaps been persuaded), you should vote for ‘em. because they’re good.

[beardedmrbean]

A grieving New Jersey mom, whose 11-year-old daughter is said to have taken her own life in a school bathroom, is demanding to see security footage to prove the pre-teen was alone at the time. 

Elaina LoAlbo is still waiting to see critical evidence related to her 11-year-old daughter, Felicia LoAlbo-Melendez’s unexpected February death, which investigators have ruled a suicide. 

“Over the last eight weeks they have refused to show me any video tape footage, and several emails in reference to the school about the bullying,” LoAlbo said. 

“I have asked to see the scarf [found in the bathroom], the security tapes and I’ve been locked out of her school [online] account since before she had even passed.”

LoAlbo said she fears someone else could have been in some way involved in her daughter’s death.

Felicia LoAlbo-Melendez, 11, took her own life in February, according to police.Facebook/Layna Marie

“And until I see footage proving otherwise, that will remain in the forefront of my mind,” she added.

“Show me the tapes and prove it to me … If I saw the tapes, 100% it would help me get some kind of closure.” 

LoAlbo admitted the pre-teen’s death came after rounds of vicious bullying from her peers, which had prompted her to write a number of emails requesting help from the school and its counselor, whom Felicia was visting regularly with.

LoAlbo said her daughter, who only turned 11 in December, had been bullied “for many years,” and she has had to personally call another students’ parent to ask them to help the bullying stop.

“They were telling her to ‘unalive’ herself, they called her all kinds of derogatory names, put gum in her hair, stole from her,” she recalled. 

Felicia LoAlbo-Melendez and her mother Elaina.Facebook/Layna Marie

Felicia punched one student who told her to “unalive” herself, LoAlbo said. 

“But even then, there was never any repercussion from the school, no follow up. Nobody called me, nobody talked to me about that incident,” she went on. 

LoAlbo said Felicia was set to be switched to a new class after winter recess to get her away from the bullies, but it never happened.

LoAlbo charged the school had “tried to cover up” her daughter’s bullying in the past, and then tried “to cover everything else up when it comes to the details of her passing.”

According to her mother, Felicia was the victim of constant bullying.Facebook/Layna Marie

She added her husband, Felicia’s father, died in late January just weeks after being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Felicia had been undergoing therapy before and after her father’s death, LoAlbo said.  

But LoAlbo said “there were no signs” her daughter was experiencing suicidal thoughts. 

“There was no Google searches or anything referencing self-harm,” she said. “You’re not going to learn to tie a noose without some kind of Google search.”

She said her daughter had never harmed herself in the past.

“A kid doesn’t just doesn’t hang themselves in the bathroom without ever contemplating suicide. That’s just not how these things happen,” she told The Post. 

Felicia and her mother Elaina before she lost her daughter and husband within two months.Facebook/Layna Marie

A student at F.W. Holbein School in Mount Holly, New Jersey, discovered Felicia’s unresponsive body around 1 p.m. February 6, the prosecutor’s office previously said. 

The office described how she had been discovered “after hanging herself in a closed” bathroom stall. She was ultimately rushed to a Philadelphia hospital, but could not be saved. 

Felicia died two days later. That Friday, investigators told her mother “they thought it was suicide and she had a scarf around her neck on the floor,” LoAlbo recounted to The Post. 

The Philadelphia Medical Examiner’s Office determined Felicia had committed suicide and died of “complications from hanging.” 

Elaina says she will get closure if she can see footage proving her daughter was alone when she tragically died

Last week, the prosecutor’s office cited surveillance footage in reporting Felicia “was alone in the restroom when this tragic action occurred.”

Several school and school district officials did not respond to The Post’s requests for comment throughout the day Monday. 

But a spokesperson for the Burlington County Prosecutor’s Office told The Post the video would soon be released LoAlbo.

“It was previously communicated that we would accommodate her request to view the school surveillance recording at the appropriate time, but not while the criminal investigation was ongoing,” the spokesperson wrote in a statement.

“The investigation has concluded, and arrangements will be made in the near future for Ms. LoAlbo to be shown the footage.”

If you are struggling with suicidal thoughts or are experiencing a mental health crisis and live in New York City, you can call 1-888-NYC-WELL for free and confidential crisis counseling. If you live outside the five boroughs, you can dial the 24/7 National Suicide Prevention hotline at 988 or go to SuicidePreventionLifeline.org.

[gorematchala]

I've been watching Laimu play Lethal Company again while I do stuff and I love how she's always just playing the game as intended and having fun and being normal, and then when she played with Snuffy, Meat, Layna, and Coqi she was having to corral them a little cuz they were losing focus often, which was fine, but then in the most recent streams she played with Zentreya who is a vshoujo vtuber who talks with text to speech, and who spent two streams griefing the people that SHE invited to stream Lethal Company. The bit of her killing her teammates got really old really fast to the point that she was getting bullied a little bit in the second video cuz she was literally throwing games for no reason

It's like when Wayne played it the first time and I'm like oh boy!! My man Wayne is playing!! And then Trog ruined the whole stream by just being a bitch the whole time. Or back when they would play Among Us and like literally everyone but Wayne and Scorpy were being such a fuckin downer. Like you're playing a video game man

[layna-art]

A very special message to my aro/aroace or anyone who doesn’t feel attraction that way

Happy Valentines day!!! 🌹💐

[bluntforcefem]

self indulgence central night i am considering a puyo puyo tetris blaseball au in my brain primarily because the concept of. tot clark keeper of dimensions and luis, hir husband who ze had to leave behind who forgot hir, captain of the ss tetra, is really getting to me

[squirrel-saloli]

blaseball players... good

[atlafan]

Siri: Layna 💕🍑💦 is requesting a FaceTime call

Hey! How did the pitch for corporate go?! Did they love the daycare idea???

It went okay.

Just okay? Wait, I’m sorry, are you wearing your suit jacket over your athletic clothes?

I don’t want to talk about it.

But, Harry-

Someone bit into a jelly donut and it projectile squirted all over my dress pants, and these were all I had to change into, so I had to do the pitch like this and I thought it would be good to keep the jacket on to show I was serious, but I’m aware I look like an idiot.

So…is the daycare happening or not?

It is.

Does that mean I can laugh at your appearance now?

Only if you want to to be edged for a week straight.

Oh. (She sucks her lips into her mouth, but can’t control herself.) Pphhhhhaahahaha! (Harry stands there on the street scowling, waiting for her to be done.)

Are you done? It’s not funny. (Layna continues laughing. She’s in tears and can barely breathe.) Are you listening to me, Layna? You better listen to me, stop laughing!

I’m s-sorry, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

I hope it was worth being denied orgasms for a week.

Don’t worry, it was.

[queenaryastark]

Arya Stark + Feminism

George R. R. Martin created Arya specifically as a feminist character:

I can’t say there’s any one specific model, but a lot of the women I’ve known over the years have had aspects of Arya with them. Especially some of the women I knew when I was a young man back in the ’60s and ’70s, you know — the decade of the sexual revolution and the feminist movement. I knew a lot of young women who weren’t buying into the, “Oh, I have to find a husband and be a housewife.”

That’s certainly part of Arya’s thing. There’s that scene where Ned is telling her, “Well, one day you’ll grow up and you’ll marry a great lord and you’ll be the lady of the castle.” And she says, “No, I won’t. I don’t want that. That’s Sansa, that’s not me.” I knew women who were saying things like that: “I don’t wanna be Mrs. Smith, I wanna be my own person.” -- GRRM, Rolling Stone 2019

This is illustrated in her first chapter where she argues the value of women with Jon and insists she should have the same opportunities to learn as her little brother, Bran:

She watched her little brother whack at Tommen. "I could do just as good as Bran," she said. "He's only seven. I'm nine."

---

"The Lannisters are proud," Jon observed. "You'd think the royal sigil would be sufficient, but no. He makes his mother's House equal in honor to the king's." "The woman is important too!" Arya protested. -- Arya I, AGOT

Later in the novel, she asks her father about three different careers she aspires to, all of which involve power and influence in her own right rather than through a husband or male relations:

"Yet someday he may be the lord of a great holdfast and sit on the king's council. He might raise castles like Brandon the Builder, or sail a ship across the Sunset Sea, or enter your mother's Faith and become the High Septon." But he will never run beside his wolf again, he thought with a sadness too deep for words, or lie with a woman, or hold his own son in his arms. Arya cocked her head to one side. "Can I be a king's councillor and build castles and become the High Septon?" -- Eddard V, AGOT

It’s interesting to note that while Arya and Ned are talking about how Bran’s aspirations to be a knight are over and Ned mentions sailing a ship across the Narrow Sea for his son, Arya doesn’t latch onto knighthood or sailing. She focuses on being a king’s councillor, architect, and high septon.

The historical figures Arya admires are progressive and assertive women who led others:

Nymeria nipped eagerly at her hand as Arya untied her. She had yellow eyes. When they caught the sunlight, they gleamed like two golden coins. Arya had named her after the warrior queen of the Rhoyne, who had led her people across the narrow sea. -- Arya I, AGOT

Anguy would teach her to use a bow, and she could ride with Gendry and be an outlaw, like Wenda the White Fawn in the songs. -- Arya XII, ASOS

In addition to admiring historical women, Arya defends other women by executing two rapists for their crime against another girl she never met, Layna. First she uses one of her death wishes on Chiswyck right after he tells the story of what he did. Raff the Sweetling’s execution was also due to his murder of Lommy, but he admitted to participating in the gang rape. Not only does she trick Raff into repeating Lommy’s last words, she presents herself as a young girl he can rape, only to turn the situation around on him.

Arya also has multiple positive female relationships and helps drive business to the Happy Port:

"The best whores are at the Happy Port, down by where the mummers' Ship is moored." She pointed. Some of the dockside whores were vicious, and sailors fresh from the sea never knew which ones. S'vrone was the worst. Everyone said she had robbed and killed a dozen men, rolling the bodies into the canals to feed the eels. The Drunken Daughter could be sweet when sober, but not with wine in her. And Canker Jeyne was really a man. "Ask for Merry. Meralyn is her true name, but everyone calls her Merry, and she is." Merry bought a dozen oysters every time Cat came by the brothel and shared them with her girls. She had a good heart, everyone agreed. "That, and the biggest pair of teats in all of Braavos," Merry herself was fond of boasting. Her girls were nice as well; Blushing Bethany and the Sailor's Wife, one-eyed Yna who could tell your fortune from a drop of blood, pretty little Lanna, even Assadora, the Ibbenese woman with the mustache. They might not be beautiful, but they were kind to her. "The Happy Port is where all the porters go," Cat assured the men of the Brazen Monkey. "'The boys unload the ships,' Merry says, 'and my girls unload the lads who sail them.'" -- Arya III, AFFC

[burningcrab]

the blaseball zine jam is over! i ended up doing quite a lot (and yet still not as much as i hoped to do! same as it ever was.) collected here is every zine i contributed to, and a few bonus little recommendations :)

suns out, guns out (page 55) - a magi ruiz/alaynabella hollywood story for the season 24 zine THE END! it’s about the game where magi used the equal sun to nullify the equal sun. also i wrote it in exactly 26 minutes and 54 seconds, the length of that game, because i wanted enrichment and had a very tight deadline

they turn the light on and it’s burning up the sky (page 48) - another magi/layna piece, because i’m incorrigible. this time it’s my playlist for them, annotated for the playlist zine radio immateria. it has a lot of lyrics that connect to their story and their messed-up relationship, along with some little author’s notes about those connections. i’m really happy with how it turned out.

highway to hell(mouth) (page 6) - a story about alaynabella hollywood and howell franklin’s road trip to the hellmouth when he gets traded for brisket friendo! it’s a silly piece for the travel zine The Open Road - which i also organized and very hastily assembled last night. it’s a sweet zine with lots of great pieces from friends of mine. check it out!

look at me (page 46) - a new IRM for deceased core mechanics player ruffian applesauce, made for the letters from the rumour mill zine. she’s a horrible teenager who wants to kiss fellow horrible teenager york silk and it’s about coming back home and realizing everyone you’ve hurt is still there. and then dying without fixing it. i love her very much.

the smallest gap (page 14) - an interpretation of feedback weather for REALITY FLICKERS, a do-this-in-your-style zine. it was vaguely EEAAO-inspired and is about two unnamed players who meet over and over again in the time it takes to run to second base. it’s funky and weird and i like it a lot!

time and time again (page 30) - a shortish piece for the fanteam zine The Yourplace Ourfolks. it’s about two players for the Nevada Timekeepers, unwilling maintenance people for the temporal anomaly that swallowed their home. it’s also about not wanting to talk about work until you’ve had your coffee. it’s also about geological eras with respect to dinosaurs. i like them :)

the garages section (page 14) of the tales from the short circuits zine! the garages went through several iterations in the circuits — some folk-punk musicians in an orchard with crashed spaceships, apocalypse survivors navigating a wasteland on an endless train, and space pirate radio DJs who broke the universe! read about them and many other teams here.

that’s everything i contributed to, but if you want even more zines to read, i recommend these!

the kansas city dispatches, a hilarious postmortem look at jon halifax’s time in the ILB. imagine if agent 47 from hitman had hair, sucked at his job, and died when a cowboy tried to shoot him and missed. now go read this zine because it’s even better than that!

The Salt, a truly incredible alternate-universe work set in a lost circuit, where the halifax region has become a massive salt flat. it’s got amazing character work, worldbuilding, art, and so much writing that all tells a beautiful story. i can’t recommend it enough.

Salmon and Snake, the product of months of work by my dear friend sonder. it’s a season 25 1 AU where everything (well, not everything) resets to season 1, the rosters shuffle, and the game proceeds just like it did. it’s more than i can possibly explain here, just check it out!

and of course, every other zine (over fifty! holy shit!) in the blaseball zine jam 2022 deserves your love. it’s been buckwild and i can’t believe how much stuff we all made