#link with a glock

[palmolli]

done

His arms look wrong, but I'm too lazy to fix em 💀 same w his hands

someone draw link with a glock

[solarpunkani]

Solarpunk Ideals and Aesthetics in Sonic Colors

--according to one Solarpunk Sonic fan specifically but dude trust me on this.

This post is the sequel/follow up to my previous post on Sonic the Hedgehog (the character) and Solarpunk Ideals, feel free to give that a read for some context! But for a basic run-down--Sonic the Hedgehog (the Dude) embodies several core Solarpunk tenants in his personality, Dr. Eggman is the antithesis to Solarpunk both in personality and in resulting actions, and I'm such a big nerd I had to split this post into 2 parts and they're still long as hell.

Special reminder: I am a Sonic nerd, have been for 10+ years now. I also have Write Too Much disease. I am going to talk. A lot. Prepare yourselves.

Special reminder part 2: Sonic the Hedgehog is not a perfect franchise, and it's owned by a corporation in the capitalistic hellscape we call life and I promise you I am aware of that. I'm not saying SEGA is Solarpunk, I am saying that parts of their franchise have Solarpunk elements. If I post this and someone skips this paragraph to instead rant at me about some unrelated shit that SEGA the Corporation Guys did That One Time Months/Years Ago I may snap. You have been warned.

Shout out to @modern-solarpunk for being a beta reader for this! Thank you for making sure I was actually being legible and coherent with this.

Let's dive right in.

Sonic Colors Let's Go Let's Go

Sonic Colors came out on the Nintendo Wii in 2010, with an alternate version made for the Nintendo DS. I’ve only played the Wii version, so we’re going to talk about the Wii version. We later got an 11 minute 2D animated short about the game, to celebrate the release of Sonic Colors: Ultimate (which was basically a remake for the Switch). Basic plot synopsis below.

Dr. Eggman claims that he’s turned over a new leaf and has created the Egg Planet Park to make up for his past deeds. Sonic is inherently suspicious, so he and Tails sneak in and start busting up Eggman’s latest evil plot--tying down planets and kidnapping alien creatures called Wisps and harnessing their powers to charge up a mind control ray and make Earth the star attraction of his space theme park. Sonic and Tails promptly set about stopping him, destroying the Eggman robots on each planet and freeing as many wisps as they can while they do so. Feel free to check out this video to see all the cutscenes.

“Ani, what’s Solarpunk about that? A space theme park made by chaining down planets is already pretty unrealistic--” let me get there.

First off, the storyline has resistance and anti-industrialization baked into it. In a sense, we’ve got anti-colonialism too (though by all means DO NOT take this as me comparing the immeasurable harms done to colonized peoples by their oppressors to little fictional alien dudes getting their juices sucked out. But Eggman literally is colonizing several planets). Since Sonic is fighting a villain who’s trying to turn all of space into his robotic wonderland, we are too--and we see this guy as the villain, since he is, which can make people think about how these themes play into other aspects of life. Or at least I did in the fifth grade. Bear with me here.

If you don’t wanna watch 50+ minutes of cutscenes originating from 2010s-era script writing, let’s look at a quote that I feel boils the solarpunk-adjacent parts of the storyline to its bare essentials.

In the 11 minute animated short, Rise of the Wisps, there’s a bit more. First off, we see the aliens resisting a bit more--in fact, there’s a group of little Wisp freedom fighters working to save other wisps before they’re… harvested, I guess is the word for it.

Do they have names? No. But in Sonic Colors we don’t even really see any Wisps with characterizing traits aside from Yacker, so I think having the next few be a band of freedom fighters is pretty cool.

Asides from admiring the visual style of this short (because man Sonic in 2D animation just feels right to me), there’s a quote that I feel fits the Solarpunk outlook on community and problem solving.

“When the problem seems too big to solve on your own, you do what you can. And maybe ask for a little help from your friends. Right?”

Like if I put that in the middle of any other Solarpunk post no one would bat an eye but I’m literally quoting Sonic the Hedgehog here.

The series as a whole, especially Sonic Colors in my eyes, is imbued with hope and standing strong in the face of difficult challenges--leaning on your friends for help when you need to accomplish bigger and better things than you can do on your own. In Sonic, that means defeating giant mech bots or mutated lizards trying to crash land on Earth or purify the world of an out of control zombot virus. For us? That can be restoring a native landscape, vouching for clean energy, starting a community garden, and fighting for what we believe in.

Now let’s talk aesthetics

The Aesthetics of Sonic Color

So we’ve got 5 planets (Sweet Mountain, Starlight Carnival, Planet Wisp, Aquarium Park, and Asteroid Coaster) and two parts of the main park (Tropical Resort and Terminal Velocity) that are playable zones in Sonic Colors. But what’s the most Solarpunky area to me?

Planet Wisp

Planet Wisp is described in the fandom wiki as “a beautiful natural planet full of vegetation and tall trees. The Area takes place during daytime, though stars can also be seen in the sky.” Another page on Planet Wisp says “when seen from space, it heavily resembles Earth,” but its not very big--described as “tiny” in the game. However, it has a wealth of “untouched, unspoiled and unmatched natural beauty”, full of blue-gray rocky canyons and mountains with valleys and fields, rock pillars, etc. covered by plants. The trees are extremely tall, with platform-tops and no other main branches. There’s also lakes and creeks. There’s a minimal level of urbanized civilization--mostly tree slides made from branches and roots and platforms and such. Overall, simplistic stuff--”its untouched nature being largely preserved by the Wisps’ harmonious way of living in nature.” which sounds great! Except this is before interference by Doctor Eggman. Afterwards, “Planet Wisp has large amounts of factories under construction, tearing apart the original plant life and rock and replacing it with red metal.” Eggman Empire-style structures like towers, half-pipes, and roads are clustered around the landscape, and there’s an unknown purple liquid polluting several bodies of water. So! Not all that great! 

‘Ani why do you find that Solarpunk?’ two reasons

A: We the player are literally here to defy the people building the factories so the planet can continue to be full of vegetation and home to its native creatures.

B: it’s pretty, okay? It’s fukin cool.

This map is so cool it was also featured in Sonic Generations (2011) and Team Sonic Racing (2019), so let’s find some pics!

But most of all, the music, you guys.

And here are some other versions of these tracks from subsequent games (Sonic Generations, Sonic Colors Ultimate) and tracks inspired by the Planet Wisp location (Team Sonic Racing)

These tracks. Especially the original ones, but oh my god these tracks. I cannot emphasize enough I feel like. These tracks feel like you uncorked a bottle labeled ‘hope, positivity, relief’ and put it to your ear. And what is Solarpunk about if not hope.

Speaking of Solarpunk and being about hope, let’s talk about the main theme for the Sonic Colors game--Reach for the Stars. If you couldn’t tell by the title alone, this song is also the embodiment of hope--in more of an upbeat, ‘we’ve got this together!’ kind of vibe, but it’s still important to me and also feels Solarpunky (at least Solarpunk-adjacent) so let’s talk about it!

(I ran out of audios I can add so we're getting Youtube Videos instead)

“I’m gonna reach for the stars, although they look pretty far! I’m gonna find my own way, and take a chance on today!” - as Solarpunks, we are reaching for the stars (the sun in particular I suppose) to find hope in a brighter future and share it with others. We’ve all got our own way of doing it, with solutions varying based on individual situations as well as what community efforts can yield, but even still we are daring to dream of a brighter future than the one most often visualized in popular culture. No matter what, we’re gonna keep striving to make changes and create a brighter world for ourselves and those who come after us.

“Just take a chance, we’ll do it right again (we’re gonna reach for the stars!) Just take my hand, we’ll take a chance tonight, reach for the stars, tonight!”

You know what else Solarpunks go crazy about? Community building! You know what else Sonic Colors covers musically? Community building! Or, more so, being open to other people’s viewpoints and communicating to resolve problems, but still!

Now keep in mind, this song is literally based around Sonic and Tails trying to communicate with an alien via a translator, but my point still stands let’s look at some lyrics.

“I’ve been here before, and I know that we must stand up tall! I’m not scared to ask when I’m not sure; we can overcome it all!” - what is community if not being able to lean on other people? Community support, mutual aid, working together to solve problems big and small, Solarpunks have got it!

“If you could tell me how to lend a hand, I would try to understand! No words could say how much I care! Together we can take a stand!” 

And let us not forget the refrain! “Speaking from nowhere else except your heart, you’ll never know if you don’t try! Listen and see the voice I carry with me: ‘Speak with your heart! Speak with your heart!’” In my humble Solarpunk opinion, this feels pretty solarpunk. One of the main things about being Solarpunk--at least, in my experience--is unabashed enthusiasm about our ideas and the colorful sustainable future we’re envisioning! Encouragement from others is what brought me to this space and what draws others to join and stay in Solarpunk spaces! From our art to our writings to our technological concepts and even our arguments all come from sincerity and passion about what we’re doing and the future we want! 

And keep in mind, these are the opening and ending themes of the game! These are the songs where the writers are trying to bottle up the essential vibes of the game into a few minutes of funky tunes! You open up the game for the first time, you hear Reach for the Stars! And after a wonderful story and the satisfaction of finishing a game, you hear Speak With Your Heart! Even the titles alone wouldn’t feel out of place in a discussion about Solarpunk ideals!

Final Words

The Sonic franchise has its flaws, but it sure does speak on hope and resistance. Is Sonic Solarpunk? Maybe not entirely, but I feel it’s got some core elements that are Solarpunk-aligned, even when it’s not always front and center like it is here. I’m not going to pretend that Sonic the hedgehog as a franchise is the pinnacle of a Solarpunk story/game--but it’s got some nice elements that could inspire other stories, and uses those elements in a way that makes people feel like they can and should take action against darker industrializing forces in their life.

Or at least it did for me, as a fifth grader. Maybe that’s not a lot. But if it can help open the eyes of a handful of kids and teens and make them feel hope? Make them feel like they could maybe find the courage to do something? Maybe that’s all we need from it.

[links2ndbrain]

I promise you on everything I’m going to beat gannondorf’s ass

[glitch-man]

I find it so strange when big fanbases like zelda or animal crossing just hate something that's at worst a little annoying with a burning passion. To anyone who isn't DEEP in that sauce when they look at the hate, it feels like encountering some eldritch abomination that drives you insane by looking at it.

best way to slaughter the koroks? asking for a friend

hmm not sure if i have anything major to tell but perhaps ask a therapist? they might have some good ideas for you!

[deansbeer]

ೇ WORTH EVERY PENNY. ☆

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

📖 LIBRARY !

PAIRING. dean winchester x f!reader.

SYNOPSIS. he ruined your other sheer lace bra last time while cleaning baby, so you bought a new one. when he sees you in it, though, all he can think about is sliding his cock between your tits—you don't stop him.

WARNINGS. smut | s1 dean | titfucking | use of oil | praising | dirty talk | dean's obsessed with ur tits (as he should) | strong language.

KARI TALKS. the link below is what inspired me to write this filthiness. listen !!! do not come for me !!! or i'll shoot u w my glock <3 because 🖕🏻 n e ways … i love smookums SO bad !!! he's such a lil slut <3 + this is lowkeyyy ass … but in bree's words! fuck it we ball.

🔗 P LINK.

dean owes you a bra. or at least, he owed you a bra.

but instead of whining about it—because let's be honest, you didn't actually care—you just went out and bought a new one. a better one.

it wasn't like you couldn't afford it.

your dad was loaded, ran a huge company known around the world, and you were his only daughter. money was never an issue. but when he made you choose between your inheritance or dean, the choice was easy.

you cut him off without a second thought.

and yeah, maybe that pissed off dean at first—because he had his whole pride thing going on—but you didn't give a shit. you were happy. you had him.

and right now? well, right now, you had his full attention.

"jesus, sweetheart. that's new."

you're lying on your back, your arms bent at the elbows, biceps pushing your tits together, giving him a perfect view of the new sheer lace bra wrapped around you.

it's delicate, expensive, barely even there.

dean's staring. openly. shamelessly. his green eyes dark, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip like he's already imagining all the ways he wants to ruin you.

and honestly? you love it.

"figured i deserved a new one," you say, tilting your head, acting all innocent. "since you completely soaked my last one."

he smirks, kneeling beside you on the bed, his hands already reaching for you. "not my fault you looked so cute all wet and pissed off."

"you drenched me, winchester."

"and you loved every second of it."

you roll your eyes, but you don't stop him when his fingers slide along the lace, tracing the curve of your tits, palming them through the fabric.

he exhales hard, cock already hard in his boxers, straining against the fabric.

"baby," he mutters. "this thing's barely even doin' its job."

you grin. "good."

he groans, squeezing a little rougher, thumbs brushing over your nipples through the thin material.

"you know," he starts, voice dropping, "i've always wanted to try somethin'."

you raise an eyebrow. "yeah?"

dean nods, his smirk turning downright filthy.

"lemme fuck these pretty tits."

you don't even hesitate. "whatever you want, baby."

dean looks too good, sitting back on his knees, muscles flexing, his cock heavy and hard in his hand.

he groans at your response, muttering a low, "fuck, you're perfect," before reaching over to grab something from the nightstand.

you hear the pop of a bottle cap, and then suddenly, his hands are lathering something warm and slick over your skin—oil, maybe?

whatever it is, it makes his touch glide like silk, his fingers sliding over your tits, spreading the shine, making them glisten under the dim motel light.

you hum, arching into his hands. "this your thing now, winchester? oiling me up?"

he chuckles, but his voice is strained. "nah, just wanna make sure i can slide in nice and easy, sweetheart."

you bite your lip, heat pooling between your thighs.

he positions himself, straddling your waist, his cock nestled right between your tits, the tip red and leaking, aching for friction.

"press 'em together for me, baby," he murmurs.

you obey, pushing your oiled-up tits around his cock, squeezing just right.

dean chokes out a groan, his head tipping back, hands gripping your ribs as he thrusts for the first time.

"yeah," he breathes. "just like that, sweetheart."

dean is a mess.

he starts slow, watching himself slide through the tight, slippery space, his cock disappearing and reappearing between your tits.

his breathing is ragged, his jaw clenched, his hands gripping the headboard behind you as he picks up the pace.

"jesus—fuck—"

his words send a shiver down your spine, and honestly? you're just as turned on as he is.

the sheer lace bra does nothing to hide the mess—his cock gliding between your slicked-up skin, the fabric barely covering your hard nipples, everything shiny with oil and precum.

dean loves it.

his eyes are blown out, fixated on the way your tits bounce with every thrust, his groans getting louder, rougher, more desperate.

"so fuckin' good—"

you giggle breathlessly, looking up at him. "you're really into this, huh?"

his eyes snap to yours, his hand is on your chin, tilting your face up.

"you have no idea," he rasps, before spitting right onto your tits.

you moan, clenching around nothing, the slick mess making everything even filthier.

"fuck, fuck—baby girl," he groans, thrusting harder now, his abs flexing, his hips snapping sharp and fast.

you love seeing him like this—wild, desperate, completely wrecked over you.

then—he loses it.

"shit—gonna cum—"

dean pulls back at the last second, his cock twitching, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he finishes all over your tits and that expensive, see-through lace bra.

he groans, long and deep, his head dropping forward, his body shuddering as he coats your skin in thick, warm ropes of cum.

you watch him, breathless, your thighs clenched, your own body aching for more.

"damn, baby," he mutters after a second, blinking down at you, his chest rising and falling.

you glance down at yourself, sticky and shiny, your new bra absolutely ruined.

"well," you hum, amused. "guess i'll be needing another one."

dean snorts, flopping onto the bed beside you, still catching his breath.

"yeah?" he smirks, glancing over. "that means i get to ruin another one, right?"

you roll your eyes, turning to straddle him instead.

"only if you make it up to me first."

he grins, grabbing your hips, pulling you down against his already half-hard cock.

"pretty girl," he murmurs, voice dripping with promise. "y'know, i can do that."

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[funcultparty]

Some of the comments Adam made on youtube as fuckcomments (+ the videos they were under)

Some of the links did not work, so i assume the videos were taken down

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Kip Kinkel’s Confession (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=x5cJFq8FaKc)

Rifqa Bary - “Christian Bitch Must Die” (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KOgOg--CQKo)

Modified Glock 21.45 One Handed

Woman Gets 30 Years in Prison for Having Sex With Son She Found on Facebook

ProAna Subscribers and Messages

Wii Sex (cache:AWddvwElO_cJ:https://www.youtube.com/all_comments?lc=7sXggyqVRimqQPDqWdxXrM08wtqy5LjlnesTT6zFHBI&v=cNfWnUipHq0)

Asa Coon Cleveland Police Shooting Video (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=E7RSv_GbC7E)

[anim-ttrpgs]

Why You Should Try Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy Part 10: It Has Intense Action

This is part 10 of a multi-part series of posts about the awesome features of Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, in no particular order.

Find the earlier parts here:

Part 1 Link: We Worked Hard on It!

Part 2 Link: It's Easy to Learn!

Part 3 Link: It's Easy to GM!

Part 4 Link: It's Easy to GM and Supports Narrative and Roleplay!

Part 5 Link: It Revolutionizes Investigation and Mystery Solving in TTRPGs

Part 6 Link: PCs are Not Just Mystery Solving Automatons

Part 7 Link: Excellent Time-Keeping Mechanics Keep the Pressure On

Part 8 Link: Fun and Easy Character Creation

Part 9 Link: Themes of Disability

For a while in its development, Eureka had a section dedicated to combat, but now that section is more broadly called “dangerous situations.” It’s rare, but dangerous situations will inevitably come up. The question is, will the PCs be prepared for them? Eureka has rules to cover everything from gunshot wounds to car crashes, from falling off buildings to drowning. If something bad can happen to a person, there’s probably a section in the rulebook covering how it would affect a Eureka PC mechanically. A lot of the times the answer will be they die, but how fast they die, and what they can do to save themselves in that time, is crucial.

Eureka takes a very “trad RPG” approach to this sort of thing, where violence and other dangers are something highly lethal, and therefore best avoided if the PCs are smart, but that the nature of what they’re doing means that it’s bound to happen eventually, and therefore the game rules need to provide a lot of “tools” and options within those situations, thereby creating agency over whether they live or die. PCs do not necessarily have to have “good” combat stats to survive, as many players so far can attest. It encourages them to be clever and cautious about things, and allows them to exorcise that cleverness and caution, without bogging the game down in too many numbers or charts.

Weapons will usually take any character down in one to two hits, and even when unarmed, characters have a wide variety of techniques that they can attempt, including the world’s first ever TTRPG grappling rules that are actually fun and advantageous!

Guns are as deadly in Eureka as in real life, and the type of gun matters a lot. That isn’t to say the exact model makes a huge difference, that would be too granular for what we’re attempting to do. A Glock 19 and a Beretta 92 would both fall under “Semi-Automatic Pistol” and function identically. Trust us, this all runs smoothly once you read it.

Bullets do 4 Penetrative Damage each, and most firearm categories are capable of firing multiple bullets within a single turn, each rolled separately. Direct hits are usually fight-ending, but that isn’t as easy as it sounds. Even with a high Firearms skill, these shots are being taken under extreme duress, and factors like cover, distance, movement, etc. will affect them too. Most shots fired will miss, and you might think that would be boring, but it’s not because of the next thing I’m going to talk about.

The Woo Roll

Named after director John Woo, the Woo Roll is a mechanic that’s makes it so that bullets don’t just disappear into thin air when they miss.

When any shot misses, a Woo Roll is made, which means something is going to happen that changes the situation as a result of that shot. (That’s one Woo Roll per turn, no matter whether one or thirty shots miss.) This roll determines whether the effect is good or bad for the shooter. A good result might mean that the shot hits a fire extinguisher behind the target, spraying him with foam and gas, disrupting his next shot. A bad result might mean the shot hits a gas line, and now the building is on fire. Usually the rule is that it’s whatever the most obvious and interesting thing within the confines of being good or bad for the shooter, but if there isn’t anything around, then we also have tables you can roll on.

Chase Mechanics

Combat is only likely to last a few rounds, but everything characters do in those rounds is crucial. These situations dynamic and deadly, and evolve rapidly, and if things are going south, run away!

Eureka has rules and incentives that can quickly shift the location of a conflict as one or more parties tries to flee. This works pretty similarly to combat, but, of course, the parties are moving and fighting across larger areas, causing the situation to evolve even more rapidly. Characters will have to overcome obstacles to keep ahead of their pursuers or catch up to their targets. These obstacles are rolled on a table that matches the environment the chase is happening in, heres a few highlights [images of entries]

As you can probably see, some of these obstacles can take a character out as easily as an enemy could. The kind of dynamic, cinematic car and foot chases these rules create are always something special.

[aluxialookingatyou]

Reminds me of this tiktok 😂

How to win the battle of hogwarts? Give the house elves knives and permission to kill

[skvrpion]

Studio Teaser

an informal introduction to Rapper!Terry

“Miles, my brother in Christ, if you not bringing me a finished track or somebody that can freestyle without 30 writers in this bitch I swear to god I’m scrapping the beat and going back to the telly .”

“Mane c’mon it’s barely midnight”

Though Miles couldn’t see it, his business partner was banging her forehead against the desk - the same one she’d been patiently sitting at for hours. From the money to the limelight producing had its perks, tonight however was a shining example of why Seven wished she finished her graphic design degree instead.

This wasn’t even what she had planned for her first night in Miami, yet here she was, stuck running her favorite beat over and over as people flowed in and out of the recording studio. The swanky lights and switches couldn’t hold Seven over for long, her jaw clenching at the sound of the hallway door swinging open.

“This is the last session for the night. If I come up with nothing you paying my tab at Booby Trap. Bottles included.” She stated - it was a promise, not a threat.

“Aight aight, it’s cool I’ll take it from there. If it make you feel better I heard this nigga coming in cold, he from your side of the tracks too.”

“Mhm?” She mumbled, her attention glued to queuing up the last of the beats she felt like sacrificing for the night. As Miles went for the door he trailed off over his shoulder

“Just be cool, you better be glad I fuck wit’ your picky ass taste.”

A deep inhale was all Seven could take in as she attempted to fix her face, the familiar sound of sneakers hitting the floor and chains clinking together flooding the room as Miles greeted his guests. She was overstimulated with the boy talk and tuned it out initially, only swiveling her chair over when she was sure they were ready to go.

She was right on time for Miles' introduction, “And this is Seven grumpy ass. These the homies: you met Dre and Rome at the airport, that’s Meech, and that’s TJ - he getting in the booth tonight.”

Though it was a song and dance she’d been through a hundred times, Seven couldn’t help but to pause as she got towards the end of the line. Dre and Rome were an initial blur from her touch down in the city, however, the potent mix of weed and cologne hitting her nose made them recognizable almost instantly. They were Florida natives to the bone, neat wicks and gold fronts polished to a T. Meech she knew from Miles’ relentless FaceTime calls between sessions, possibly the only person she recalled from the last week of working having icy blonde locs as put together as his; but he wasn’t who she’d found the most intriguing of the quad.

This one here was fresh meat.

TJ was a fresh face to their world, the apprehension to settle in his seat fully being a feeling she could clearly recall from her first few nights hitting a real studio; behind that was a bubbling hunger to work, to speak, but only in the sanctity of the booth and for that she was thankful. It didn’t help that he was quite the looker, a thought Seven initially refused to dwell as she let Miles take over the conversation. Her favorite mantra played over and over in her head whilst she reached back for her laptop to pass off to an incredibly quiet TJ.

‘Mix the track, get the bread, get the fuck up out of here’

In those fleeting moments of exchanging glances she scanned his hulking frame, he was a stunner up close; his shining feature being a pair of stormy hazel grey eyes, rimmed with the curliest set of lashes she’d seen in recent days. Unlike his peers local get up, TJ’s attire was incredibly casual, the only contrasting element being the heavy Cuban link around his neck and a Glock with a very illegal button attachment nestled into his waistband.

It wouldn’t have surprised her if he wasn’t being so…normal compared to the gaggle of perc’d out SoundCloud rappers she’d been handling all night. It was a well needed distraction that borderline against her principles of not crushing on clients - thankfully, he still had to prove himself in the booth. If his verses were a dud her flame for the night would be over.

As the conversation, weed smoke, and banter raged on both Seven and TJ were in their own worlds. He’d opted to silently go through her beats with a single AirPod in, probably half listening to whatever Miles was hooting and hollering about, and Seven made herself useful adjusting the keys with her back turned to them all. For a moment she’d forgotten they were there, that was until a stiff but gentle finger tapped her shoulder, Sevens eyes darting over coincidentally to his belt loops.

His voice rattled her chest as he spoke, “Scuse’ me, this all you?”

“Yessir,” she whistled as she tried her best to exchange eye contact (she opted to stare at his nose instead) “Miles got some faster beats if you need to-“

“Nah, I fuck with these…a lot better than Rome shit, punch me in on this first one. I won’t hold you up.”

Seven nodded, flashing a bit of a smile at the brutal honesty as his back turned. The track he’d settled on was one of her shorter mash ups set to the tune of a 70s Laura Lee song: it was old school, a bit more country than the more highly requested opium style beats, and perfect for whatever TJ had in mind. Based on how swiftly he swaggered into the booth, Seven could tell he wasn’t here for amateur hour, he had some shit to get off his chest whether the rest of the room was there or not and for that she was thankful.

“Aight, thumbs up if you can hear me. I’ll chop the second verse after since it’s short,” Seven quipped into the mic while throwing a hand up, a signal for the boys behind her to quiet down. As he shot a gesture through the window, Seven let the track build. She could barely hide the goosebumps crawling up her skin as both the bass in the introduction and his voice kicked in.

“Turn me up a little bit more in the headphones…yeah, aye.”

“See lately shit changed

'Member the change in my pocket, now we hit the club and it rain

Remember them days

Bein' a hood superstar, now the whole city saying my name

I can't fuck with these lames

Cut off a handful of partners, them niggas weren't rocking the same

But it's part of the game

They hate when you reaching the top, they be throwing the salt on my name”

Sevens brows narrowed immediately, her head bobbing tightly to the music blaring through her headset as she took in every word, every switch of TJ’s flow as he effortlessly walked over the beat. His posture made him look even bigger from her side of the glass, his hands clasped together at his wrists as he spat off the dome. Seven picked up that there were direct hits, politicking about things far over her head but clear in intent - to be frank TJ was that nigga, and it made a lot of other niggas sick (so would this damn song). Though she couldn’t see it, the reaction from behind her was more of the same, the typical studio chatter getting quieter with each verse.

TJs stoic exterior cracked when the bridge neared, a pearly white smile gleaming under the neon lights as he spoke. Of course he had to look dead at her as he talked his shit. Now she was looking at his eyes - good lord were they deadly.

“And this shit really just getting ridiculous like - like I'm really just getting better and better. Better than ever, hmph,” he chuckled, “let’s go.”

“Free Rock and Q 'til they out, bitch, just bought a new Glock, that bitch came with a switch

The opps steady talking, ain’t 'bout shit

Can't shoot at my block, boy, go shoot at a bitch

Since I started rapping, I got rich

'Fore I ever go broke, I go back in that fence

Reach for my throat, that's a big risk

Cause I bleed for respect

And I put that on Crip, aye…”

Seven couldn’t have saved a track any faster. She barely noticed the whooping from behind her nor whenever TJ made his way back to their side of the room. The only thing on her mind being to mix his vocals and not explode out of excitement. Finally, a client delivered on the first go; to top it off he was brindling with both the desire to work. He had a charm that was infectious with only his words - no autotune, no shitty attitude, just consistent verses.

Just like that they’d both prospectively struck gold; Seven had her potential muse and TJ? He had the world in the palm of his hands, now they’d have to eat out of it.

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[luveline]

hi! your stories are so captivating😍 Thank you so much for doing them!

If you feel inspired I would love to see a story of Spencer x badass reader where she physically defends him from an unsub and/or verbally from someone they are working with like a cop or something

tysm! ♡ 1k

Sweat drips into your eye. 

It follows a line down your cheek like a teardrop and hits your swat vest with a thud. Quiet has settled with the heat, a blanket encompassing everything, your one drop of sweat enough to give you away. The unsub stills at his computer screen, white light bouncing against his jaw. He looks up like he's looking for rain. 

He turns right first. He sees Spencer. 

"FBI," Spencer announces steadily. 

You point your weapon at his chest. "Put your hands up and stand against the wall." 

Cory doesn't look like he's going to surrender so easily. "You have three children upstairs," you say, though it's not true. The children sit outside in foil blankets, and with any luck they'll be taken somewhere safer before the arrest. "Three young children who love you. What do you want them to think of you now? Come peacefully." 

Cory's face rippled with rage quickly masked. He sits back from his computer and pauses. Then, slowly, he puts his hands against the wall. 

"Reid," Morgan instructs, at your left, his gun similarly trained. 

Spencer moves forward to handcuff him. It's not your normal routine but it isn't out of your jurisdiction, quieter arrests often mean you act as cops rather than full-fledged agents. "Cory Harrison, you are under arrest for the homicide of Tara Harrison. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say–" 

The handcuffs clink as they're whipped from Spencer's grasp, one cuff open, the other closed around Cory's wrist, the links brought unapologetic to the pale curve of Spencer's throat. 

Spencer grabs for his gun. Cory pulls the cuffs tight, forcing Spencer closer to his chest and choking the air from his throat. 

You reposition your aim. Another drop of sweat curves past your eyebrow. The basement humidity and your panic threaten to blind you. 

"Let him go," Morgan says sharply. 

"I'll shoot you if I have to." 

Cory scoffs at you. "And shoot through string bean?" 

You tense your finger against the trigger of your glock. "I have good aim," you say simply. 

You have no intention of firing. Cory has a standard issue pair of handcuffs to his discretion. He isn't big or muscled enough to kill Spencer bare-handed, not quickly, and he's on unsure footing. 

You step closer. Cory snarls. "Stay back. I'll kill him, you stupid bitch–" 

Men. Cory killed his defenceless wife with rohypnol and a rope and now he thinks he can win a fight against two agents trained extensively (admittedly one more than the other) in defence. He's lucky Spencer's in the way —you would've attempted to push his nose into his brain. As it stands, you hook your leg between his and Spencer's, your teammate more than aware of the manoeuvre you're about to pull. With one hand you pull the cuff links cruelly up against Spencer's neck but away, most importantly, allowing him the room to dive from Cory's grasp, and with the other you tuck your gun out of Cory's reach. His arms up, his stomach open, you pull your leg behind his knee and grate your foot down his calf.

He collapses to the floor. You stomp your foot into his groin. 

Morgan saves you the chore of cuffing him a second time. He reads the Miranda Rights by heart as you catch your breath, stepping back into Spencer's open hands. 

You relax at his touch. He's alright, he–

"Did I hurt you?" you ask, spinning on your heel. 

Spencer pouts at you, irked at being worried after. "Of course you didn't." 

"Your neck, I almost choked you like he was," you say, mindful of the agents and specialists flooding the room to secure the crime scene and any evidential material. 

Spencer lifts his chin. "Doesn't hurt." 

There's a rubbed red line up the column of his throat, but it could be worse. You finally wipe the sweat from your face, exhausted and ecstatic that you got the bad guy. 

"Come on," Spencer says.

You follow him outside. In the grass yard waits medical, parked along the entirety of the street stands law enforcement. Hotch nods at you as you return and you take it as a job well done, slouching against the side of a cop car to take a breather. 

"You okay?" Spencer asks. 

You grab for his hand without looking at him. His fingers are warm, neat as they slot through yours. "Why do they always pick on you?" you ask. 

Hotch's voice startles you, but you don't take back your hand. "They underestimate him," he says. "And you. Do you need anything? You're looking…"

"I'm fine." You're tired, too hot, and the short-lived adrenaline of a confrontation is crashing. "Thanks, Hotch." 

He trudges away. Spencer draws closer as you bend forward, his hand on your back. "Are you sure you're okay?" 

"No, I feel awful. I feel sick," you confess. 

He's the only person you'd ever admit it to. You crave his comfort. Spencer must read your mind (or more likely, the twitch of your sore back), his hand landing in the space between your shoulders as he crowds you. "That makes sense. High stress situations make us nauseous because of the fight or flight response. Our body's aren't good at keeping neurotransmitters where they're meant to be. Adrenaline mostly, but cortisol too. It's probably the norepinephrine that's making you feel sick." 

"How do I make it calm down?" 

"Just take a deep breath," he says, rubbing your back. 

You breathe in and out until the sick feeling subsides. Spencer prompts you into standing tall. 

"You know everything," you say fondly, touching his elbow. "Thank you." 

He nudges you. "Thank you for defending me." 

[puggsnotdrugs99things]

New Episode Rant:

1. I am fully convinced the Sun ships Venus and Mercury at this point

- Okay but shout out to the Sun for calling Mercury out on his hypocrisy. You’re all for the fair treatment of the moons but get offended when you get classified as one

-which I understand where mercury is coming from but you don’t want to be classified as the minority group because…

2. Mercury finally speaking his mind telling Venus his truths, especially glocking him with Theia

- also I am interested in knowing where he got the thought that he is the weakest link

-will this cause Venus to finally reflect on his treatment towards Mercury and divide him even more in finding the rest of the planets or becoming the new Earth

3. How will the Sun, Mercury, and Venus react to some of the moon’s wanting to become planets

- The sun will most likely accept this tbh

4. IO and PHOBOS GET YOUR ASS BACK

5. None of the moons have noticed that Luna is missing as well

6. I never thought that the people who started the moon revolution and became the leaders of the movement became the most reasonable ones in this situation

- the character development of Europa

- Europa going towards Métis first because she was weary of Titania’s motives

7. This also kinda showed which Moons are most loyal to their planets and have somewhat fixed their relationship with their Parent planet

- Dione and Enceladus who had huge issues with Saturn stayed but Iapetus left

- IO who has always shown his love an admiration for Jupiter left. But Ganymede and Europa who had more of a reason to leave and a rocky relationship with Jupiter stayed and seemed the most adamant in waiting and looking for the planets

-Phobos left even tho he has also stated how much he cares for Mars. Which I knew a separation between Phobos and Deimos was coming because lately everytime they were in a scene together Phobos would look so annoyed with Deimos which explained why he blames him for Mars leaving

[mullermilkshake]

Masterlist

When people hear of nightmare neighbours, they think of overgrown trees or parking on drives that don’t belong to them. Not neighbours with murderous and compulsive tendencies.

Pairing - Yandere!Levi Ackerman x Fem Neighbour!OC

Tags - YandereLeviAckerman, Modern AU, Porn with plot, Smut, OC Character, Yandere, Swearing, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Shibari, Oral Sex, Spanking, Doggy Style, Masturbation, Peeping, Stalking, Consent, Sexual thoughts, Children in one chapter, Self-Harm, Rough Sex, Kissing, Murder, Water boarding, Abusive Levi Ackerman, Revenge, Soft sex, Gun(s), Breaking and Entering, Knives, Character Death, Explicit Sexual Content,erotic asphyxiation,Zeke Yeager, Erwin Smith, Hange, Moblit, Miche, Pyxis, Nile, Yelena

This was the first long fic and bit of smut I had ever written, I'm reviving my one and only baby and will always be baby. A blast from the past when I was OBSESSED with Levi, though in trust I always will be. My one true OC written piece before I went to 2nd pov. Enjoy! 🤗

Apologies for any errors, I wrote this almost three years ago.

Chapters ->

Romantic prospects - First impressions - Jingles the cat - The danger zone - More than acquaintances - Pick up the phone - Answer me - That time of year - The Un-amazing Erwin Smith - Emails - A love-felt response - Silence - Meeting the in-laws - Violence is exciting - All the creeps come out - The gut isn't there for nothing - Trouble in paradise - Threatened movements - End of an era - The three numbers - Tracking - The Glock-19 - His own doing

If you'd like to be tagged, please let me know! 😊

Likes, comments and reblogs are so appreciated! ❤️

DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of the characters linked with the anime or manga, just my OC. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[dollielliot]

♬ ྀ ㅤ🧾 ㅤ⬚͒ Elliot Rodger's purchases leading up to the isla vista shooting ✉͟️͟

Elliot Rodger used a Chase debit card to make most of his purchases. The debit card was linked to a Chase checking account that was only in his name. He received a monthly allowance of $500 per month from Peter. The suspect also received additional monetary deposits into his checking account from other family members.

Elliot Rodger's Chase checking account included the following transactions of interest:

( 12/4/12 ) ⤷　 　$755.57 — Goleta Valley Gun & Supply, a firearms dealer in Goleta, CA'63

( 3/12/13, 3/13/13 ) ⤷　 　$1,179.48 — Gun World, a firearms dealer in Burbank, CA 164 + ⤷　 　$460.00 — Botach Tactical, a tactical equipment dealer in Los Angeles, CA 165

( 3/29/13, 1/17/14, 2/14/14, 2/22/14, 2/22/14 ) ⤷　 　$92.60 — The Target Range, a shooting range in Van Nuys, CA + ⤷　 　$32.51 — Goleta Valley Gun & Supply + ⤷　 　$109.09 — The Target Range + ⤷　 　$1,132.00 — B&G Guns, a firearms dealer in Oxnard, CA 166 + ⤷　 　$121.48 — Shooter's Paradise, a shooting range in Oxnard, CA l67 + SBSO case 14-7595, supplement 0238 + SBSO case 14-7595, supplement 0234

Financial records from ( 8/26/09 to 5/23/14 ) were examined

Purchase of 9mm Glock 34 semi-automatic pistol + Purchase of 9mm Sig Sauer P226R semi-automatic pistol + Purchase of ten Sig Sauer P226 9mm magazines (10 round capacity) + 16 Purchase of 9mm Sig Sauer P226R semi-automatic pistol + 167 Purchase of pistol cleaning kit + Cold Steel Boar Hunter knife

[beautifulsimslover616]

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[lovetei]

As bad students

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Warnings: Heavy cursing, Mentions of crystal (Belphegor), Your mom jokes (Mammon),

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

He's actually calm

No lol he isn't

I mean he is AT FIRST

And then he got annoyed

Lucifer: You know what? Watching these teachers cause their own downfall isn't enough.

Lucifer: I need to participate.

MAMMON

That annoying kid who makes your mom jokes

Geez it's annoying

Mammon: Hey, what would a llama say in the dark?

MC: What?

Mammon: Lamama

LEVIATHAN

He's fucking mean

Like he won't call you slurs

Instead he would call you creative insults

It's creative but it's fucking insulting-

MC: I can fix him.

Leviathan: ...Okay rehabilitation center?

SATAN

The smart kid that sends answers on the GC

He will cuss you it first though

Satan: YOU BRAINDEAD FUCKERS

Satan: IF THE TEACHER CAUGHT YOU ALL AGAIN COPYING MY ANSWERS I'LL KILL YOU ALL

Satan: ESPECIALLY YOU MAMMON, FUCKING PARAPHRASE IT FIRST YOU BRAINDEAD TAN SANTA CLAUS

ASMODEUS

The one that shares the juiciest gossips

With screenshot, voice records and videos

Damn

You know damned well you fucked up when Asmo started paying attention to rumors that includes you

Asmodeus: Bitches, do you know Sara from the potion class?

Asmodeus: Yeah.

Asmodeus: Earlier she tried to create a love potion to get that lame boy Jeremy back.

Asmodeus: Like she be crying over someone as if there's some hoe shortage.

BEELZEBUB

He isn't technically a bad student

But he's not the bet either

He just doesn't care

MC: Do you know like- How many dead people have died..?

Both: ...

Beelzebub: Facts.

BELPHEGOR

He's the kid who chooses violence

He's like, No, violence isn't the answer

But it sure is a question and my answer is Yes.

Belphegor: Okay I'm done.

Belphegor: I'm dropping this crystal and picking up my glock.

Belphegor: I'm about to make this bitch feel my energy.

MC

Responsible student outside, cusses every teacher inside

MC: Look at this fuck ass teacher giving assignments every class

MC: Like bitch, the assignments he gave are greater than the time he actually comes to school what the fuck.

[saturnplaza]

INTRODUCTION (redone)

HIYA MY NAMES SATURN OR JAYDEN//MIKEY ALL WORKKKK Whichever you'd like to call me!

I am non-binary and Pansexual:p

I'm also a minor (15) don't be a creep or I will show up to your house with a Glock 19

I USE THE TAGS #Saturn ______ for post organization ex: Saturn rambles, Saturn is zero zero posting again, Saturn does art-- etc... #vent or #Rant for well vent or rant posts

#x3 for moot interactions

use #anon asks, to find your answer to the anon you gave

I ALSO HAVE A SIDE BLOG FOR ALL MY FANFICTION, ART, AND OTHER PROJECTS @saturnmustdieorsmtin

STATUS - Online :p, Intro post has been updated 3/8/25

Song of the mood:

Message - Ya'll Know about when Kimya Dawson and Frank Iero covered this song

Magestic blinkies by my homie womie @rip-my-heart-out-and-eat-it

MORE INFO ABOUT ME AND MY BLOG UNDER THE CUT!

I love music, writing, and art!

I also play bass and sing :p

I hope to one day be in a band.

I do sometimes use this blog to vent, though I am mostly a bandom blog

Also I'm an emo little shit.X3

Bite me >-<

I also have, Severe Anxiety, Depression, Borderline Personality Disorder, and Severe Paranoia.

I'M INTO ALOT. like alot alot...

So much I can't name SO ILL DO TOP 5 FANDOMS (not in order) IM IN -- split by bands, and misc. (Cause I am mostly a Bandom blog)

BANDS!!:

+ MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

+ Pierce The Veil

+ FALL OUT BOY

+ SLEEPING WITH SIRENS

+ PANIC AT THE DISCO (no pftw and vlv)

OTHER!!:

+RESIDENT EVIL

+YELLOWJACKETS

+LIFE IS STRANGE

+CRY OF FEAR

+Silent Hill

-SOCIAL MEDIAS-

I'm on alot of social medias so I'll make it easy for you all

LINKTREE All of my fanfiction gets promoted on my writing blog and posted onto my A03! https://archiveofourown.org/users/SATURNPLAZA/pseuds/SATURNPLAZA

I ALSO WRITE ON LIVEJOURNAL !!! If you are more interested in more intimate writing, or blogging this is where you'd want to be-- I use it as an online diary from time to time

https://saturnplaza.livejournal.com/ SOCIAL MEDIAS TikTok -- https://www.tiktok.com/@saturnplaza I EDIT WOOO WHOOO. I have always loved editing and I am pretty good at it (I may just be biased cause its myself) --- I edit alot of random things I'm into --- Fair warning my upload times do very --- But I am very active with moots and fandoms Tumblr -- You don't need a link we're on my blog: AH YES, my infamous blog where I yap about the most random shit cause I am the queen of yapper town. I am very active and interact a lot with people.