#marie talks ram

[thoughts-and-gayers]

hey i wrote a rick and morty one shot, post s7 e5.

spoilers. blood mention

the dust is down (and shadows burn)

[moonzeroo]

the art gods have decided to possess me

[ddejavvu]

Cant stop thinking about Logan bending Wades darling little sister (in her 20s) over the kitchen table while Waded out on a mission. That is all I can think about right now

Insatiable - Logan Howlett x Reader

send me logan requests!

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. age gap (legal; reader is in her 20's, logan is like... 200 years old.), wilson!reader, dirty talk, slight breeding mentioned

The only reason you're able to do it in the kitchen is because Wade isn't home, and you'd managed to shut the door on his pathetically endearing little dog. Mary Puppins is probably tearing up Wade's poor excuse for a comforter right now, and Logan is tearing up- well.

You.

Your pussy.

You're bent so far over the counter that your tits are cold, your nipples stiff and sensitive against the countertop. The pressure against them hurts, or maybe it's a lack of other stimulation against them- either way, they're stinging and you wish to right yourself and tug mercilessly at them.

But Logan's weight- not the full load, or you'd be crushed - is holding you down, your hands scrabbling uselessly at the smooth counter for purchase that you'll never find as you're rocked steadily into the cabinets below.

Logan's cock is buried so deep inside of you that you're not sure he'll ever get it out again, but then he does, and then he thrusts back in and you're hit all over again with a sense of shit, I didn't know I went that deep. He's found your limit, stretched your cunt to the breaking point with his impressive length, and his facial hair tickles the side of your face as he takes your cunt from behind.

Your face smacks painfully against the cabinets over the counter and Logan reaches a hand up to cover your forehead, "Shit, be careful. Head down, honey, there you go. Wouldn't want Big Brother finding an imprint of your face in the wood."

"Whaddya think he'd say?" Logan's suddenly snickering, a gruff delight to his voice as he rams his cock inside you once more, thrusting at a steady, merciless pace, "Shit, if he knew my old ass had his sweet little sister pinned up against the counter..."

Wade would kill him. Or try valiantly to, as it's been established before by Wade's best efforts that Logan is one difficult motherfucker to kill. But you don't fancy a bloodbath even if the vessel will survive, so you tuck yourself tight to the counter so that you won't have to explain to Wade why the cupboard door is off its hinges.

Leaning forwards more only pushes your ass out further, and Logan groans, dick twitching, as he's able to thrust more viciously beneath the curve of your ass. He's humping you like a dog, a depraved pace set as he chases an impending orgasm.

"Taking you in your brother's house- aagh, shit," Logan grunts, nose nudging against the back of your neck as he inhales your sweat, "God he's gonna drop his swords on this fucking counter as soon as he walks through the door, not- not even gonna know your tits were smashed up against it. He's gonna get coke from that cabinet in an hour," Logan's voice is strained, moreso the faster he pumps his hips, and all you can do is cry out as he ravages your cunt, "He's never gonna know I made his sister cream up against it. Never gonna know I fucked my fuckin' babies into you here, aah- agh-I-!"

Logan bites, hard against your shoulder, catching some of your neck in the process and introducing yet another blindingly painful sensation that turns into sick, twisted pleasure between your legs. Your cunt is spent, barely capable of another orgasm after you'd already had two fucked out of you before, but it gives you its best shot as Logan's thick, warm cum gushes into you, immediately too much for your poor pussy to handle as it drips down your thighs instead.

Logan relinquishes your shoulder with a low groan, his breath coming hot and heavy as he pants, "You alright?"

"Yeah," You whimper, legs shaking as Logan holds you steady, "I- I don't think I can stand anymore."

"That's okay." Logan hums, gentler now that he's fucked himself calm. He peels you off of the counter, supporting your body weight as he half-walks, half-drags you down the hallway towards his bedroom, "Next round's on my bed, sweetheart. You won't need to move a muscle."

[kpop---scenarios]

Whiplash (7)

Pairing: Felix x Reader x Hyunjin

Genre: Street Racing, Gang, Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Smut, Threesome-ish [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

Word Count: 1.9k

Taglist: @sheala--marie @kayleefriedchicken @chartrucewhore @cookiesnmilfx @thicccurls @aznstoner @velvetmoonlght @dvbkie099 @fawnpeaks

Previous Chapters

“Not so fast.” You say, pushing both men away from you, glancing between them both as you walk away, before turning around, pointing to the ground.

“Kneel.” You say.

Both men drop to their knees.

“Do you have anything to say to me?” You ask, tilting your head.

“We're sorry.” Felix sighs.

“For what, exactly?”

“For being so wrapped up in talking to Jennie, for not noticing you hadn't come back from the bathroom, for everything, baby.” Hyunjin tells you, looking up at you.

“Mhmm.” You sigh. “It doesn't feel sincere.”

“Please forgive us baby.” Felix pleads.

“We'll never do it again, please forgive us.” Hyunjin whispers.

“I don't know… I just don't know if I can forgive you.” you sigh.

“Oh?” Felix laughs. He and Hyunjin both get up from the floor, walking towards you now. “Do you have anything to apologize to us for?”

You let out a nervous laugh. You forgot about that part.

“Look, I don't care if you talk to her, just please don't forget about me next time.” You smile.

“That's fair, but we're waiting for our apology, baby.” Hyunjin smirks.

“I'm not apologizing for anything.” You laugh. “The two of you started it…” You trail off.

“No more Jennie talk.” Felix says. “Let us show you how sorry we are.”

He takes your hand, leading you towards the bedroom, Hyunjin following behind. Both men stand in front of you, taking their time undressing you, discarding your clothes and your panties onto the floor. You're pushed onto the bed, where they pull you to the edge, both men kneeling between your legs.

Hyunjin begins peppering kisses up and down your thigh as Felix licks a long strip up your already sopping pussy. His tongue moves all around between your lips, licking and flicking your clit gently as Hyunjin moves beside you. He grabs your breast, wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking gently as Felix sucks your clit.

“Oh my.. fucking..god.” You breathe, your clit throbbing at the feeling of your orgasm building. Felix sloppily eats your cunt while he pushes two fingers inside you. Hyunjin begins sucking on your nipple a little harder, as Felix works his tongue and his fingers, making your back arch. You reach between your legs, gripping Felix's hair, pulling his face in closer to your cunt, trying to grind yourself on his face.

“Please.. please, fuck don't stop.” You scream as your orgasm bursts through your body, your eyes roll back while you work through it, letting go of Felix’s hair as your chest heaves.

Hyunjin stands up, unzipping his pants as he moves between your legs, Felix walks up to you, unzipping his pants as well, pulling his hard cock out. You move back into the middle of the bed, letting Hyunjin get on before he lifts your legs up, lining his cock up with your entrance. He slowly pushes himself into you, making you gasp as he stretches you out.

Felix crawls onto the bed, you turn your head to look at him as Hyunjin slowly fucks you. You open your mouth, taking as much of Felix’s cock as you can, wrapping your lips around him as he thrusts in and out of your mouth.

You try to moan but the sound is muffled, Felix's cock was stuffing your mouth as Hyunjin places his fingers on your clit, rubbing your sensitive bud while he rams himself into you.

“Such a good girl.” Hyunjin groans, his fingers digging into your thighs as he spreads them as far as he can. You reach up, wrapping your hand around Felix's cock as you slurp and suck him off. His hands on his hips as he throws his head back, enjoying the work your mouth was doing.

Hyunjin continues to rub your clit, causing you to wiggle beneath him, your second orgasm building far too quickly. You glance at Hyunjin, he smirks, he knows.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He whispers as he rubs your clit a little faster, pounding into you harder. Your eyes roll back as it hits again, you arch your back, crying out muffled sounds. Hyunjin fucks you harder, holding your legs in the air while he pounds into you, desperate for his own orgasm.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby.” Hyunjin groans, picking up his pace until he finally cums, shoving his cock deeper inside of you, spilling himself inside you. He pulls his cock out of you as Felix pulls out of your mouth. He walks over to you, holding your legs up as he pushes himself into you, your cunt stretched out all over again.

You cry out as he rams into you, hard and fast. His orgasm was close while you were sucking his cock, but he's desperate to cum in you.

“Please.” You moan. “Cum in my pussy, please fill me up more.” You gasp.

“Oh fuck.” Felix groans, his fingers digging into your legs as he grunts, pushing his cock into you.

“Say it again.” Felix groans, needing to hear your words again.

“Cum in my pussy… fill me up, please.” You gasp, tightening your cunt around him.

“Shit.” Felix groans, his own orgasm hitting. He moans loudly as he cums.

Felix pulls out, smiling at you as he helps you up, bringing you to the shower, where Hyunjin already was.

“Come on.” He smiles as Felix helps you pull the rest of your clothes off and Hyunjin helps you into the shower. It was just what you needed after that. Hyunjin took his time, washing your body, washing your hair and rinsing.

When it was time for you to get out, Felix handed you a warmed up towel to wrap yourself in and one for your hair. He guided you out into the room where he gave you some jammies to wear. You crawled into the bed, in the middle. Hyunjin crawled in next to you, while Felix went to shower. The two of you snuggled until Felix came out and joined you, snuggling in next to you with Hyunjin. You were blissfully happy, and you didn't think anything was going to change that.

Over the next few days, everything with the three of you was perfect. You had no complaints about the life you were living and you were happier than you had ever been. Life couldn't have been better.

“There's another race tonight.” Hyunjin tells Felix as you're getting dressed. They both look at you, but you don't react.

“Y/N?” Hyunjin asks.

“Yes?” You respond, turning to smile at him.

“How do you feel about that?” Felix asks.

“I'd like to go.” You say. “I think I need to.”

“Are you sure?” Hyunkin asks.

You nod your head. You felt sure in your head, but in your stomach your anxiety was flaring up.

“He will be there.” Felix says. You nod your head, slowly. You knew that. You were aware that San would be there but you didn't want to avoid the races just because of him.

“I know. It'll be fine.” You smile, finishing getting dressed.

A few hours later you're in the car with Hyunjin and Felix heading to the track that the races were being held at tonight. You were trying to quietly take deep breaths in the back seat at the thought of seeing San again. At the thought of Jennie being there again, what if something happened while Felix and Hyunjin were racing and all the guys were too busy again? You would need to fight him. You'd need to do something. You couldn't ve helpless against him, and you also couldn't keep relying on the others to save you from him. So you decided, if something were to happen with San you would do whatever you needed to to get away from him, but you really hoped you wouldn't have too.

“You gonna be okay, baby?” Hyunjin asks, placing his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close.

“I'll be fine.” You giggle. “Go. Kick Jinyoung's ass.” You grin.

Felix and Hyunjin give you a kiss before heading off to their car, leaving you with the other guys.

“Y/N, I swear, nothing will happen this time.” Chan tells you.

“Yeah, unless Jennie shows up.” You joke.

Chan laughs, but you were partly serious. You didn't like her, you didn't like her vibe. You didn't know her but you definitely didn't like her.

“She's here.” Chan says, pointing to another car. She was talking and giggling with some guys you had never seen before.

“It really seems like she gets around, huh?” You say. Chan shrugs his shoulders.

“I dunno, she's just really friendly.” He says.

“Yeah, overly friendly.” You murmur.

Hyunjin and Felix take off, practically leaving Jinyoung in the dust. You loved watching them race, and the feeling of them winning gave you a rush every single time.

“Go.. Go.. come on!” You yell, watching them round the corner, Jinyoung coming up closely behind them. You can see both Hyunjin and Felix laughing as Hyunjin adjusts the gear, and takes off even faster, crossing the finish line way before Jinyoung. You grin as you run to them, both of them wrapping their arms around you.

“Who do you race now?” You ask. They both look uncomfortable, looking at each other before back at you.

“It's San.” Felix sighs.

“Oh.” You respond. Well if he's racing then he can't bother you, right? “Good luck.” You smile, giving them each a kiss.

“You okay?” Felix asks. You nod your head. You were. You didn't think.. well you hoped San wasn't going to try anything with them. You hadn't heard from him in a while so you assumed he decided to move on. You hadn’t moved on and you probably wouldn't. You were still so fucking mad at him. You hated him.

“I'm fine.” You laugh. “Everything is fine. Go. Be safe.” You say to both of them. They turn and head for their car and you watch anxiously as the flag gets dropped, and they take off. You turn to talk to Seungmin and Changbin for a few minutes until you are going to be able to see the cars come back into view. You were nervous for them, even though San had been quiet, you didn't trust him in the slightest. You should have had the boys check their car over before racing him. Who knows what he could have done.

“I'm going to the bathroom quickly.” You say to Seungmin. He smiles and nods, continuing the conversation with Changbin as you walk away to the bathroom. You finish what you need to do, and head back to the group when someone grabs your hand. It couldn't be San, he and the boys were finishing the race. You turn to look, seeing a man with bleach blonde hair. Someone you vaguely recognized from the house San lived at.

“Who are you?” You ask, trying to pull your wrist from his grip.

“Look, San said I could do whatever I wanted with you when he was done with you, and I haven't seen him around you so I'm guessing he's done. And it's my turn to play.” He grins.

“I'm not his to give away.” You scoff. “Felix and Hyunjin are going to be done any second, not to mention there's 6 others that'll come kick your ass if I needed them too.” You spit.

“Are they gonna be back soon?” He smiles. “You're sure?” Seconds later, all you can hear is the sound of tires screeching before a loud crash, causing the man to laugh.

“Right on time.”

[whorediaries-09]

hey, could you write a one shot where Sirius, as his playboy self, had sex with y/n, dates her for a week, and his cocky demeanor thought y/n would plead for them to talk after the week, but it's like she ACTUALLY knew what she was getting herself into, so she's accepted the fact that they broke up, and Sirius is like "huh? she's not desperate? how does that work?" and then ANGST with a happy ending please i need this

womanizer

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- angst, 18+ content, drinking, hints at sexual assault. a/n- man has me in a chokehold

ps- trying to write more dialogue heavy fics, so a bit different than usual.

masterlist

to think that I would be a victim, not another say it, play it, how you want it but no way I'm never gonna fall for you, never you, baby

it's not an act of public humiliation, or embarrassment for you as sirius had expected when you catch him with his tongue down some other guy's throat. instead you smirk, taking a swig of your drink, swaying your hips to the music, walking towards your group of friends. sirius wipes saliva off his lips, his fingers gripping tight around his glass of firewhiskey.

lily rolls her emerald eyes, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to her, whispering into your ear,

'weren't you guys dating?' she enquires, her tone weaved with curiosity.

'me and the puppy dog?' you chuckle, arching your eyebrow.

'yeah?'

'oh, yeah, for a week. but he likes to lap dance on everyone's dicks and pussies doesn't he?'

she chuckles at your statement, the throaty laugh filling your ears. you smile, taking a seat on the soft plushy sofa, your ass sinking into the cushion comfortably. it's no surprise to you that sirius would have sex with you, whimper false praises of affection while ramming his cock into you, take you on dates just to leave you. you knew what he was like, bold and extravagantly handsome. he was a fucking womanizer, a player of hearts, with girls and boys falling to their knees with every swagger of his step. it was no hushed secret that the man was good in the bedroom, because he knew what he was doing, and neither was he afraid to explore the different spectrums of sex. he was charming, and if you were honest, you thought he could charm even a brick wall.

his charm you could resist, but the way he fucked? oh lord you so couldn't resist that.

you feel the sofa sinking beside you, a scent of cedar and marijuana tantalizing your nostrils.

'hi james,' you acknowledge his presence. he smiles, pouring you a drink in your glass. you arch your eyebrow,

'this shit non-alcoholic?' you question.

'drink up to find out won't you?' he offers you a shit eating grin. you smirk,

'that won't be very fun,'

'we'll see about that....i'll get padfoot to check upon you if you get a hangover,' he replies, his shoulders dancing to the beat of the music. you ruffle with his curly hair,

'nope, that puppy dog's too busy shoving his damned tongue down everyone's throat,'

he winces, before cursing. 'again?'

'yeah,'

'doesn't it bother you? i mean he was shoving your fingers into you yesterday in class and now he's out there making out with other people,'

you laugh, patting his shoulder.

'i know what he's like,'

you're not sure whether his face turns red because of your statement, for sheer embarrassment for his friend or because lily catches his eye, swaying her hips with mary's and drinking away endless shots of tequila. somehow the marauders had manipulated lily to sneak in 'muggle alcohol' within the walls of hogwarts without getting her head girl reputation and pride tarnished.

'smoke pot?' he asks, gritting his teeth as lily flaunts her lovely red hair, batting her eyelashes before wrapping them around mary's neck and dancing away to the music that fills the common room. james had finally gotten his chance with lily, after she'd said yes for a date....but the both of them weren't on exclusive terms. at least no labels of being in a relationship.

you smile, 'get ya girl. she'd doing it to get your attention potter,'

his eyes brighten under the dim lights and he scoots away to his 'lily-flower', on a mission to steal her from mary.

you continue taking sips from the drink james had poured in for you. while you usually kept away from alcoholic drinks, you needed one tonight. the party felt warm and stuffy, with your friends gone away to enjoy the presence of their lovers or hook-ups. it was too much, the sight of sirius making out with someone who wasn't you. it wasn't something you should've been bothered about, but he took up a space in your head which you just couldn't escape from.

it was a strong dose of alcohol. it got you filtering your tension through a few sips, loosening your senses and anxiety. very soon you'd found yourself hazing away from the line of reality and dreams, your eyes deciphering blonde curls before you fell asleep, you head slack on a muscular shoulder.

*****

'god why can't you fucking leaving me just alone?' you scream with wrath, a strange tiring feeling consuming your insides, the sunlight trepid on your face, as you turn to face the window of your dorm.

'because you're hungover. did you know malfoy actually try touch you yesterday night?' sirius answers, his hand shaking from anger he bottles up inside him. tears well into your eyes, soreness clinging you from within as you bite your lip, you face still hidden.

'why do you even care?' you turn around.

his eyes widen, the gray in his eyes darkening at the thought that you thought he didn't care about you.

'why, why, why? you slept with me, whispered fake promises and shit and now you're acting up, as if you fucking give a shit,'

'i do give a shit about you! even if i didn't fucking love you so much, i would've given a shit because no one deserves to be touched in a nonconsensual manner.'

your eyes widen, as you spit loathe for the words of foul lies he throws from his pretty lips. you're burning red with anger and confusion,

'shut the fuck up. you don't love me. you had your tongue down some random dude's throat last night and now you're spewing fucking bullshit about loving me,'

'i do love you.' he says, as if fighting a nightmare.

'bullshit honey, if you loved me you wouldn't have done what you chose to do last night,'

'i do fucking love you! god i was so scared of getting attached to you, of gaining feelings for you, but somewhere when we started dating, i realized i had always liked-god loved you! it was so scary, i got fucking drunk and pissed at myself. james told me that i was sitting on the bathroom floor, crying with one sock on. he told me i could mumble nothing but your name and how scary it was in my head to fall for you!'

'if you loved me you wouldn't have pulled such a cowardly move sirius. just leave me alone.' you whisper.

'no, i love you, i'm not walking away. i'm gonna prove how much a love you.' he says, with each step walking closer to you. his warm breath fans over your already heated face, as he holds your face, his thumb gliding over the back of your ear.

'please,' he whispers, almost like a beg. you feel his eyes scan your face, as you hold the collar of his t-shirt, pulling him close to your face. you brush his lips against yours,

'on your knees. now,' you demand. his mouth slacks open at your demanding tone, his knees wobbling as you lock eyes with him.

'if you want to prove you love me, you've to do what i say. on your knees,' you whisper. he grabs your thighs, slowly moving down upon his knees, still maintaining the eye contact with you. you bend down, grabbing his raven locks,

'come on puppy, do what you do the best.'

his finger twirls around the cotton of your underwear, pulling it down your thighs. you feel your knees weaken as his tongue prods at your clit, sucking upon the sensitive bud. you whimper, rotating your hips against his face, his stubble scratching against your inner thighs, his breath hot on your mound. his finger enters your pussy, stretching you open.

'f-fuck, you feel so good,' you praise, feeling the coil of orgasm building inside you. it's like a ferocious fire, the touch and twirl of his tongue haunting your pleasures.

'go on, go on, make me fucking cum,' you demand, while you rub yourself on his tongue. he moans against your pussy, the vibrations sending you into a frenzy of need that drives you crazy. your orgasm comes ripping apart, as your thighs shake and you feel release coating his face.

he stands up, smiling, his chin glistening with your juices. he grabs you by your throat, pushing you on your bed. in a swift move, he's gotten out of his pants, freeing his thick, long and hard cock.

'i'm a slave for your love,' he says, before ramming his whole cock into you, splitting you open, swallowing up your moans and whimpers with his mouth upon yours. he's consuming you, abusing your pretty little hole, ramming into you, pinning you onto your mattress. his teeth glide down upon your neck, marking pretty spots on the skin, before opening the buttons of your shirt with his teeth, freeing your breasts. his moves his hips with yours in a rhythmic manner like he's got your body memorized. it's maniacal, the way he has explored you, the way he hits your g-spot so perfectly with each thrust.

it's not long before you feel the familiar feeling of burning up, gnawing coil bubbling inside you. you feel like you're going mad,

'oh-god-fucking shit, sirius!' you scream, as he groans, his finger circling your clit with the perfect amount of friction you liked. his tongue latches on your nipple, ramming into you with full force, like a symphony of imprinting the 'bullshit' of him loving you into your head. he feels your cunt tightening around his cock,

'i-i fucking love you. you got that?' he asks, pushing into your guts, even deeper with every word that slips out of his mouth.

'y-yes-you love me! god- i'm so close,' you scream, cumming around his cock, his seed spilling into your warm cunt simultaneously. there's a beat of silence that hangs as the both of you pant, sweat clinging upon your chests. your eyes are locked, it's as if you're speaking with your eyes, before he falls on you, his lips intertwined with yours.

[queerprayers]

Officially, in the western church, today isn't the Annunciation. This is Holy Monday, and the Annunciation is moved to avoid coinciding with Holy Week. I think if it were during the Triduum I would appreciate this, making space to hold both days separately. But it's Monday, and they can't stop me from thinking about Mary during Holy Week. March 25 is a traditional date of both Jesus's death and conception, as well as the Creation—a spring equinox of redemption. Holding space for all these things has always been appropriate. Birth and death coexist; Jesus's beginnings were the beginnings of his mortality. The angel announces the future, and whoever listens must live through all of it.

What did it mean for Mary to say yes to this? We laugh at the "Mary did you know?" lyrics, because we know she knew. But she also didn't have to know the details of God's plan to say yes to what every parent says yes to—witnessing. Acknowledging the bringing into the world of a frail being, perhaps giving your body to make this happen, praying that you will die before they do but knowing that is not promised. And every parent living under a violent state knows what it is to hope it's not your kid that's next (whether you're a Black parent teaching your child how to talk to cops, or a Palestinian parent hiding in rubble, or a Jewish parent under Roman occupation who's seen the crosses outside the city walls).

Do you think, at the foot of the cross, Mary thought of her response, "Let it be unto me according to your word"? After bearing that Word inside her, teaching him how to walk, waiting for God to change his mind, to reveal a ram caught in a thicket so her son wouldn't have to die after all, do you think she remembered her teenage self, magnifying the Lord? "The Almighty has done great things for me"—and to me. Great as in too big to look at all at once, bloodstained things. The power of the Most High is overshadowing her—the shadow of the cross—his flesh broken, and someone (including her perhaps) will take him down and wash him for burial.

What does it mean to hold space for that day when an angel tore into her life, breaking it open for God—during Holy Week? If we desire a feast, we should wait until Easter, I agree. But today I honor a lady of sorrows—I desire an acknowledgement of the violence of agreeing to live and love and create when it will be torn away. The story never ends there, but we must live through this week (and whatever weeks of our lives hold these things) saying yes, witnessing. Judas quit before the miracle happened—he couldn't witness death so he didn't witness the life (on this earth). Mary kept saying yes, even at the end.

We can never know everything we are saying yes to when we surrender to God. She knew in one sense, yes, but no one knows what it's like to lose a son until it happens. And no one but her knows what it's like to be the Mother of God. We already know what God wants us to do, but we don't know until it happens how much it hurts—and what the dawn will bring. What swords will pierce us, what promises will be kept.

When we say the Magnificat, we usually add a Gloria at the end—Mary did not have those words (the Trinity would not be formulated for another couple hundred years), but we have them. When we sing her song, we hold space for the ways we see God exist, and she saw those ways intimately. She held the Son and was surrounded by the Spirit, and now the Father holds her. As we live through Holy Week every year, every year she says yes. God's love continues unfolding. As it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever. Amen.

Your assigned reading for today (should you choose to accept it) is @tomatobird-blog 's comic "Thirty Years." A blessed Holy Monday (and Annunciation) to you all.

[yanguazalie]

Mari: Fifi, dear. WHY would you ram your brother when he's willing to hug you? You know how impartial he is to them already!

Fifine: I have no choice, Lou is the only one my size! It makes no sense if I do it to anyone else!

Mari: I'll allow it.

Lou: WHAT?!

Mari: It's how she shows affection, Luis.

Thanks to the 32 people who voted in my comic poll! The ratio is a little surprising to me; I did predict the Lou plot to be popular but the amount for Tuelan pleases me (34.4%)! I actually voted for that one myself XD

But I'm looking forward to showing more of this past life of Lou that might or might not exist in some capacity XD (and did you know, the poll host can't see who voted what outside of themselves. So next time you see a poll floating around on tumblr, just vote for fun's sake!!)

I'll be working hard on this installment! I'm talking about time-period research, y'all! Which uuuhh.... If you have any good references to 1950s Argentina lifestyles I'd be ever so grateful! My search methods are defs missing some magic words... TTYL!

[maneskinwh0re]

“one more word.” ~ butch!wolverine x ladypool!reader this is just a wlw honda odyssey scene bc i need butch wolverine to be real. i also aimed to write them in character! give feedback babes plsssss

cw: outdated cultural references, fourth wall breaking, nsfw, blood, f!ngering, strap!sex, idk just lotta gay shit xx

wc: 4.3k...👁️👁️

"get. in the fucking. car."

"it'll get you there safe and sound!" nicepool reassures with a loving pat to the top of the grey honda odyssey. "lil betsy always does." his eyes then fall to dogpool, who is held tightly in your arms. "you're gonna have to give me my dog back, though..."

"i know," you reply matter-of-factly. "listen-" you start before mary puppins places a paw on your hand. "yes, child... if you ever want to give her up or if she needs a new home, or if something should happen to you, i'd love to be her mama."

nicepool only wheezes at your remark. "what would ever happen to me?"

"lots of stuff," you reply with a shrug, smiling innocently under your red mask.

as soon as he realizes your seriousness, his smile fades and looks to the older woman standing to his right in an ask for help. the wolverine lets out a huff as she pushes herself off the honda and moves to grab the dog from your grasp.

"n-no! we're running away- agh- the corn was too dense, girl!" you say in apologies to mary puppins and watch sadly as laura hands the you-variant over to the other, nicer-you-variant.

you begrudgingly get in the passenger seat of the shitty car, waving goodbye to dogpool. the obnoxious sound of you singing "we'll meet again" is muffled by the car windows as laura drives you both away.

time passes. maybe 15 minutes, maybe an hour. doesn't matter, reader— don't worry about it. you haven’t been paying attention to the time because you’ve been sneaking quick gazes at the wolverine in the driver’s seat to your left. the way her brown hair curls up on either sides of her head looks so cute. yet the way her large, gloved hands grip the steering wheel causes your mind to wander other places. all you know now is there’s been a lingering thought poking at your brain since you picked this wolverine up from that bar in her universe.

"okay i'm just gonna ask. what's with the suit? first thing i did when i flamed out: i took mine off."

"drop it." laura mutters.

"it's not that ugly..."

"stop talkin about my suit."

"did you make it yourself? been there!"

"quit. now." the tension in her voice is rising.

"the x-men make you wear it? those sons of fuckin bitches. they are not your friends, i'll tell ya that. friends don't let friends leave the house looking like they fight crime for the los angeles rams-"

"shut the fuck up about the suit," she snaps.

"woahwoahwoah watch your frown lines, angel baby." you back off, lifting your hands in a motion of surrender. "i'm just trying to bond a little bit-"

"yeah? well then talk about something else."

"fine!"

there's an uncomfortable silence between you two, only for a moment before you play around, making spiderman web motions with your gloved hands. you just can’t help but annoy the woman next to you, it’s too much fun. it’s like your duty as passenger princess.

"stop it," she snaps again soon enough.

"why? don't wanna get distracted seeing my fingers in this motion?" you tease, moving your middle and ring finger back and forth. laura only scoffs at the sexual innuendo. "ahh, the natural hand position of the sapphics." you turn to look out the car window and make eye contact with the reader. "is that why so many masc lesbians are obsessed with spiderman? i guess only earth-616 knows the correlation..."

and wait- if i'm supposedly you, the reader, but as ladypool-- then how am i breaking the fourth wall? gasp! a fourth wall break inside a fourth wall break... that's like- sixteen walls... am i talking to myself? or talking to myself? whatever. anyway i know why you're here, you slut. let's make conversation by pushing wolvie's buttons some more, yeah?

"if they could fix your world, what's the first thing you're gonna do when you get outta here? some rubbing alcohol shots? maybe a wiper fluid chaser?"

laura's gaze slowly turns to you. "what did you say?"

"i said when you get back, what's the first thing you're gonna do-"

"no no, before that."

"if-" you catch yourself. shit. "-they can fix your world?"

with an aggressive slam on the break, your seatbelt doesn't even have time to prevent your head from colliding with the dashboard. and as the car stops, you know there's nothing that can save you from the rage behind wolverine's tone.

"what do you mean if?" she asks through gritted teeth, body fully turned to face you.

"i mean-"

"you lied to me. you don't have a fucking clue if they could help me fix things. do you?"

"no, but i mean-" you start to defend yourself before three metal claws impale your thigh, and probably extend under you all the way through to your seat. "agh- fuck! fuck! i didn't lie!"

"you lied!"

"no! i made an educated wish!"

laura only tilts her head at your defense, eyebrows furrowing.

"because i need you," you continue as you unfold the photo that was in your pocket and hold it up for her to see. "this is why. right here. cause if we don't do something, they die. i don't know anything about saving worlds, and why would i even care? cause my entire world is right here in this picture. it's only nine people, and i have no idea how to save it alone. i know how to fuck people up for money but you- YOU know how to save them... at least the other wolverine did-" at that last comment, laura twists her claws in your thigh, striking enough pain for more curses to escape your mouth. "f-fuck! ah- i guess i'm stuck with the worst one-"

"did you just say you made an educated... fucking wish?"

"they call me the merc with the mouth. they don't call me truthful timmy the blowjob queen of sass catoo-"

the three metal blades are quickly removed from your thigh only to be brought up next to your face. laura's shaky breath exercises seem to be the only thing keeping her from slicing you apart.

"one more word... please, give me one." her guttural voice is a low warning. you wait a moment as if thinking to a random word generator in your brain.

"~gubernatorial~" you say simply before cowaring behind flailing arms when laura prepares to stab you in the face, only fake you out. her breaths are deeper, more steady as if she's trying to calm herself.

"you know what? you're a fucking joke... no wonder the avengers didn't take you, or the x-men or fuckin anyone. i mean you are a ridiculous, immature, half-wit moron. i have never met a sadder, more attention-starved, jabbering, little prick in my entire life. and that says a lot 'cause i've been alive for over two hundred fucking years." the volume in her voice begins to rise with each word, striking your emotions further and further as you sit there speechless, yet her anger keeps rising. "and i'll tell ya- that villain chick was right about one thing: you will NEVER save the world. you couldn't even save a relationship with a goddamn stripper! and motherfucker i wish i could say you'd die alone, but it's one of GOD'S best jokes that you can't die! except that's all on all of US!"

she hits nerve after nerve. the pain in your chest hurts too fucking bad. you are not only speechless, you never want to speak again. you have millions of words to say yet none at all.

how fucking dare she bring up vanessa like that? who does laura think she is? no fucking hero, that's for goddamn sure.

"you got nothing to say, mouth?" she asks, almost out of breath from yelling accusations.

all you can manage to say is one sentence. and she doesn’t even fucking deserve the warning too. "i'm gonna fight you now."

wolverine only snorts, a pitiful laugh towards your remark. "oh, are you?"

you take note how a quick punch to her nose shuts her right up, and watch in satisfaction how blood trickles out her nostril down to her upper lip. your small victory is cut short by her fist colliding to the same spot on your own nose. she pushes you to the window and grabs the back of your mask, then slams your face down onto the center head unit multiple times. different radio stations flick back and forth as you make contact with the buttons and nozzles, eventually landing on a song from the original 'grease' soundtrack.

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you lift your hand to grab one of your swords but another punch to the cheek causes your vision to cloud. by the time you come to your senses, laura has buckled your seatbelt and is digging her left claw into your stomach, twisting her hand slowly.

“not talkin’ now, are ya?” she growls before withdrawing her claws and moving to stab you again. pulling the lever on the side of your car seat, you fall backwards to quickly dodge her blow. you kick your foot against her shoulder to keep her back, and then tightly wrap your legs around her head. another three blades enter your side in a sudden motion, causing you to release your chokehold.

“agh! you dirty bitch!” you shout before kicking her out the front windshield of the honda. you laugh and point as she rolls and tumbles through the leaves and dirt. as soon as she gets up, you unsheathe your swords while she sprints back to you. she’s a fucking animal—ramming herself into the front of the car, causing the airbag to go off on your stomach and send you flying back into the reclined seat.

laura jumps through the broken windshield and lands claws first on top of your already bloodied body. slash after slash, you both further each others’ injuries until you flip laura over and pin her down to the seat. there is surprise in her eyes with a hint of something else that you can’t quite pinpoint. trying to catch your breath, she only looks up at you with a ratted smile, as if amused to see you attempting to kill her. blood stains her face and fanged teeth, and her short hair is tangled and damp with sweat. fuck—it’s a sight. with your elbow against her chest, you’re still close enough to smell her alcohol-tainted breath.

“need a mint, you preening slut?” you ask before you are flying through the sunroof of the honda and falling to the ground outside the car. after kicking yourself up, your little wolvie gestures for you to come back with a simple hand wave behind the window. who are you to keep her waiting? throwing the swords over your shoulders, you take out your baby knives before running back to the car and jumping through the window.

broken glass and blood is everywhere, but neither of you care. you’re both having too much fun trying to murder the other as you take turns regenerating. it’s a pointless waste of time and energy. a total meaningless circle of fighting and healing.

you pin laura through the broken windshield and onto the front hood of the car, stabbing her shoulder and arms repeatedly with a knife. the sleeves of her suit eventually fall apart, fabric scattering and leaving her muscular arms to your gaze. so clearly you’re distracted. she grabs your wrist behind her and heaves your arm over her head to hold you in her place for a moment to catch her breath.

she then drags you by the belt from across the car and holds you down with her body in the back seat. her claws sink through the red fabric and into your sides. again. and again. the repetitive motions of the sharp metal soon causes a big tear in the fabric of your suit, exposing the skin under your breast. it seems as if neither of you notice at first, continuously fighting until another stretch from her pinning your arms above your head causes a terrible ripping sound. you both stop and look down, unsure on who has the decency to yield the fight first.

wolverine pauses for a moment, hovering over your bare tit before suddenly attacking your nipple with her mouth. there is nothing gentle about it, and you can’t tell if her actions are still a way of fighting with the harsh ways her sharp teeth nip and bite.

you lay there for a moment in shock, chest heaving up and down in short spurts as you try to breathe. your hands drop the knives to the car floor behind you, yet your wrists are still trapped in the wolverine’s grip. before you can think to stop it, a breathy whimper escapes your lips. the sound pricks laura to come to her senses and looks up at you with a flushed expression.

fucking hell. if you weren’t okay with what’s happening, you would’ve said something by now. even laura knows that—considering how fucking chatty you are.

“were ya hungry, peanut? needed a mid-fight snack?” you tease, tilting your head with a raised brow.

“i didn’t say i was finished.” she smirks before lowering her head to your chest again. her tongue circles and flicks at your nipple, treating it oh so lovingly before biting and pulling at it so fucking roughly. you chew on your bottom lip to muffle your own moans—all because you’re too stubborn to let her know how fucking good it feels.

she’s holding herself back, yet you kick her chest and propel her weight backwards onto the head unit, while the momentum pushes you the opposite direction into the third row of seats. as she falls, the grease song playing from the radio is muted, leaving you two to a short-lived silence.

"i was wrong—the honda odyssey fucks hard,” you say, rolling your head back and cracking your neck in the process. looking back to laura, you usher her to you with a teasing two-finger motion. “too bad you don't, needle dick.”

“oh, we’re just getting started, bub,” she replies, eyeing your manspread position before lunging to you again.

calling her an animal is to say the fucking least. but you’re no better. she rips and tears your suit, not giving a single fuck in the world that you may need to keep it in tact for later in the plot line. she pulls the tough fabric apart, exposing your tits to her lingering eyes. it’s like a switch is flipped. all of a sudden she can’t get enough, wanting- needing to see more of you. for a moment, you just let her. your belt is removed followed by your pants all while you just lay back and watch her do the work. soon you’re only in your black underwear, smirking under your red and black mask at how fucking needy she looks. her callused hands grip your waist, easily pulling you up to her as her mouth finds your other nipple.

“you’re not you when your hungry. and clearly, you always seem incredibly hungry, wolvie.”

“shuh du phvck uh.” is what you make of her boob-drunk gibberish and assume she’s simply cussing you out.

“huh? couldn’t quite catch that. y’ know you really shouldn’t talk with your mouth full-”

a large, gloved hand muffles your masked mouth before her lips release your tit with a pop.

“off,” she says. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and she must be able to tell by your silence, causing her to elaborate quickly while her free hand lingers on the black lace of your underwear. “i don’t want a damn word out of your filthy mouth until you’ve taken these off. if you want me to fuck you, you’re gonna have to let me.”

fucking hell. panties are soaking wet right now.

you slowly nod your head in her restrictive grip, and lift your hips to remove the damp fabric from your body. damp from blood or sweat or something else… who fucking knows and who fucking cares. you toss them to the side and immediately pull laura closer to you. her harsh kisses mark your neck and collarbone before she wets her middle finger with her tongue and starts to rub quick circles on your clit. you almost push her away, her starting speed too overstimulating at first, but you soon get used to it, bucking your hips in a physical ask to move faster.

“keep still, sweetheart. that’s it,” fuck even her praise is still low and demanding somehow. you wrap your hands around her hairy forearm, hissing curses as you feel yourself grow closer and closer to the edge.

“fuck- you know, i bet you’re a pretty good dj in some other univers- oh my god!” your silly quip is cut short by her pushing one finger into you. then another. and before you know it, you’re a blubbering mess as you soak her hand as well as the car seat beneath you. her mouth is against your masked ear, shushing your witticism. white rings of cum coat up to her knuckles while her thumb resumes a quick pace on your clit.

banter is over as quiet whimpers replace your usual chatterbox routine. her large fingers feel so much better than your own, and then that’s where she leaves you—fingers curling inside your cunt causing your brain to see stars. your orgasm hits you hard, but not as hard as she does—a rough slap to your face intensifies every sensation, leaving you pained like putty in her grasp as you come down from your high. “don’t got much to say now, huh?”

your eyes focus on her hair and how it twirls up on both sides—the classic hairstyle for any and all wolverine’s across the multiverse. “why do~you style~your hair like that?” your voice slurs with dizzy haze, and laura only looks down at your drunken state quizzically. “were ya going f’ wolf? ‘cause it makes ya look more like a cat. like my little meow meow~”

a growl creeps from the back of her throat before three claws find a home—digging into the flesh on your shoulder.

“shit! you angry ‘bout it, mama?” you ask teasingly before watching her slowly remove her belt. “no- not the belt! i won’t be a naughty girl, i swear!”

“don’t be dramatic,” she scoffs as she tosses the belt aside and straddles you again.

“that’s kinda my job. hashtag drama queen. hashtag full-time. ‘round the clock. just like how your full time job is hiding a fully comic accurate superhero suit under your clothes for when its use comes once every twenty fucking years.”

that switched something in her. she yanks your mask off your head and glares down into your eyes. then a smirk sneaks its way onto her lips. fuck. what does she know that you don’t?

“you think this suit is the only thing i keep under my clothes?” your jaw tenses when laura unzips her pants and allows her strap to spring out to your view. it has to be at least eight to nine inches, the color matches her skin tone and the base of it connects to the black harness buckled around her boxers.

“marvel jesus h. christ! where did you even get that thing? the prop table from the set of alien?!"

you half-expect an answer, but she only lifts your mask and forces a mouthful of the red fabric down your throat, leaving your fear-factored size question hanging in the air. “there… silence is nice. isn’t it?” you’ve lost your voice, but you don’t protest. your frustrated whimpers are muffled and shaky breaths escape through your nose as laura traces her dick up and down your wetted lips. “just relax, beautiful,” she whispers as she slips the tip into you. the tone of her voice is teasing, clearly loving how much power she so easily has over you. pushing in deeper, her pace stays agonizingly slow, as if she’s having to think about controlling every thrust. your eyes follow the grinding movements of her hips and your legs instinctively wrap around her waist. as laura starts to speed up, your backside rubs against the car seat. trying to find a sense of stability, your hands scatter up the butch’s clothed torso and eventually grip her broad shoulders. you can’t help but buck your hips again, no longer ashamed of how fucking needy you look doing so. one of her hands claw at the shoulder of the seat behind you while the other has a strong hold on your hip, guiding your body with hers. guiding soon turns to holding and holding soon turns to pinning. not only is she now chasing her high, but she will do whatever she needs to get to it.

“agh~ fuck. is this what you wanted? to be wrapped around me like this? you’re so pathetic, it’s adorable.”

when all you can do is moan in reply, laura knows she’s fucked you stupid, but still long ways away from being done with you. she suddenly stops altogether and pulls out of you, chuckling quietly when you groan due to your pleasure being delayed. she turns you over and props you up on your knees, then holds you down by the back of the neck with one hand and finds a firm grip on your ass with the other. her relentless thrusts continue, causing a repetitive sound of her hips slamming into the backs of your thighs. every time she pulls back, you follow her dick—leaning to her to chase that friction.

she hits nerve after nerve. the pain hurts too fucking good. your words are still muffled against your ladypool mask, the fabric now damp with saliva and drool. maybe tears as well.

“speak up, princess. ‘s hard to hear you,” laura instructs as she removes the piece from your mouth.

“i… i’m… gonna-” you start before trailing off, finding it hard to focus on words as laura speeds up her pace.

“what, pretty thing? y’ gonna cum?”

“tha-that’s what she said!” of course. of-fucking-course those are the words you can get to leave your stuttering mouth.

“god—do you ever shut the fuck up?” laura groans before tossing your mask to the side and holding your hips steady. when she notices your silence, she leans forward, a hand massaging your tit and her teeth taking a harsh bite at your earlobe. “or maybe you just need to be fucked speechless, don’t you?”

yes. a million times yes.

quiet whimpers leave your lips, the smell of cigars and alcohol mixed with the stench of blood and sex is almost overwhelming. laura slows her pace again, taking her sweet time watching, playing, torturing you for pleasure. that sadistic fuck.

“i do love these cute little noises you’re making, yeh? tell me how good it feels. i know it feels good but i wanna hear you say it—come on. spit it out,” she says into your ear. her lips have gone dry from breathing heavily and sweat trickles down her forehead and nose. the torn fabric of her yellow and navy blue suit rug-burns against your skin from all the excessive movement, but you don’t care. laura pulls your arms behind your back before yanking a seat belt out of its buckles to wrap tightly around your wrists. the rough material hurts, but it’s a good-hurt. when you only let out a porn-styled moan (half-exaggerating to poke fun at her), the wolverine behind you reaches under your neck and grabs your jaw. “you’ not gonna use that mouth?”

“fuck- okay! yes, it feels good. you feel so fucking good. just- please, let me- let me cum!”

and your begs get so easily rewarded. laura must have a soft spot for you because her thrusts speed up again, and this time hit hard with no intention of stopping.

what has little wolvie turned you into, hm? you, ladypool, a beggar? breaking out of character many would argue, but maybe that’s her goal: finding what breaks you.

“not yet. shit- wait ‘til i say.”

the hilt of her strap hits her clit just right as she continues to drive herself into your pretty cunt. as minutes pass and breaths quicken, her metal claws unsheathe and dig themselves into the seat beneath you two. she’s close.

with clamped hands still tied behind your back, you sense that knot in your stomach growing. guttural sounds from the back of the throat slip from laura’s lips, filling your ears as she hits your g-spot again and again, pushing you so quickly towards your release for the second time.

“right there! plea- please, please! i’m… gonna-”

“go on, sweetheart. fucking cum~”

at her words, her command—you feel yourself tighten around her. and your moans must’ve been what did it for her because immediately after—husky groans are heard from behind your bare, trembling body. the heavy weight of a wolverine falls against you, breathing hard onto your skin as her sweat-coated face buries itself into the nape of your neck. a trail of little bite marks, enhanced by her small fangs, are left scattered across your shoulders and upper back.

her middle finger finds your clit again to draw little circles, bringing out pitiful whimpers and post-sex muscle spasms from your worn out body.

“ca- canada…”

your contorted face and senselessness brings her to hum—which is her version of a laugh in this dizzy state. she broke you. and it didn’t take very much, did it?

she turns your chin to look up at her, her face reflecting that drunken haze with the ghost of a smile across her lips. her focus falls to your parted mouth for a moment before finally connecting her lips with yours. the kiss is softer than you expect, as if her hunger’s satisfied, yet the warm taste of cigars and alcohol linger.

“y’ did good, sweetheart.”

just good? must she always be so condescending?

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Too Sweet

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauders Era]

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans, James Potter, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald,

Word Count: 3017

Rating: Teen

Summary: You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain.

Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Summer Challenge, Writing Challenge, Song Fic, Wolfstar Established, Insecurity, Fluff, Angst, Friendships, Kissing, Friendships, And they were roomates

Notes: Sirius black is the neediest bitch you’ll ever meet

Summer Challenge 2024 //  Song Inspo

‘Cheers mate,’ James said as the barman handed him his change before scuttling off to serve another customer. He deposited the coins into the pocket of his jeans and then moved to arrange the seven glasses and the packet of cheese and onion crisp on the bar in front of him.

‘Need a hand?’ a deep voice said from beside him. James glanced to his left, finding the middle-aged man he’d been talking to whilst awaiting his order sitting on a stool next to him, gesturing to his uneven load as he offered assistance. He was considering taking the offer when a flop of curly dark hair came into view, Sirius’ arm slinging around his shoulders a moment later as he said, ‘cheers mate.’

Sirius took a glass and swigged from it, before moving to grab three more. It was a trick he’d learned over the summer, which given that they were all now of age had been spent in a considerable amount of pubs, and one that annoyed James to no end seeing as he was still stuck on carrying three. Still as Sirius headed back to the table with the majority share of the round it meant that James didn’t have to make two trips and more to the point didn’t have to rely on the kindness of strangers and so he said, ‘no need. Thanks though.’

‘Not a problem,’ the older man smiled, watching as James laden his hands with pints and tucked the packet of crisp under his arm on his way back to the group.

Given it was a swelteringly hot day the pub was rammed full of people and so James had to avoid being knocked on his way to his seat. It had also meant that the group of seven were crowded around a small circular table, his knees knocking with Remus’ as he sat down after decanting his spoils.

‘Thanks Potter,’ Mary said as she took a sip of her pint.

‘Yeah thanks mate,’ Peter said as James tossed the packet of crisp from under his arm to his friend across the table. Though as he looked next to his friend he spotted Lily watching someone, her gaze fixed behind him and so his head turned, moving his glasses that had slipped down his nose back up as he tried to spy whatever she was looking at. When he failed to see it he turned back and said, ‘what is it Lil?’

‘That bloke,’ she said, nodding her head towards the man at the bar.

‘What about him?’ James asked.

‘He’s been flirting with you and she’s jealous,’ Marlene giggled from beside her friend.

‘I am not jealous!’ Lily said, rolling her eyes, ‘but he has been flirting with you.’

‘What?’ James baulked, ‘as if!’

‘He has!’ Marlene protested, ‘been flirting with each one of you every time you go for a round!’

‘Who?’ Sirius asked, craning his neck like the rest of the group to spy the older gentleman who had been glancing their way but turned quickly away once he felt the weight of their gaze.

‘Oh don’t gawp!’ Lily scolded.

‘He has,’ Mary reasoned, ‘looks at you all like pieces of meat every time you go up to the bar.’

‘Does not,’ James scoffed.

‘He was just being nice,’ Peter added, recognising the man he’d spoken to at the bar earlier.

‘Well he wasn’t being nice to me or Lil when it was our round,’ Marlene said.

‘Or me,’ Mary reasoned, ‘and there’s only one explanation for that.’

There was a muttering of chuckles from around the table as Mary flicked her long black hair behind her shoulder as if proving her point. But the girl's words had left everyone curious and so their attention drifted back to the man at the bar, with the boys wondering what they’d been missing. He had spoken to each and every one of them when they’d bought a round of drinks but he hadn't been openly flirting, not that they had realised. They had all assumed he was just a typical boozer, welded to the bar from open to close and amusing himself by speaking to the varying faces that passed by through the day.

But only Sirius seemed put out by the missed opportunity, his face breaking into a grin as he said, ‘well maybe we can test that theory.’

‘How?’ James asked, looking back at his friend who raised a suggestive eyebrow.

‘Pads,’ Remus groaned, immediately cottoning on to his meaning as did Lily who shrieked, ‘he’s like sixty!’

‘And?’ Sirius shrugged, ‘I’d do a lot for a free drink you know.’

‘Oh don’t be daft,’ Peter muttered.

‘I’m not being daft,’ Sirius protested, glancing at the man at the bar again before he added, ‘I bet he’d buy a whole round you know. If one of us showed interest.’

‘Well in that case maybe one of you should test it out,’ Marlene said.

Her comment earned her a squirrelly look from Peter, a look of surprise from James and a roll of the eyes from Remus. Only Sirius seemed to be on board with the hypothesis, rising from his seat and straightening his clothes out as he announced, ‘I’ll do it.’

‘You?’ Mary baulked.

‘Why not?’ Sirius said indignantly, ‘Moony’s too shy and Pete’s as straight as an arrow-’

‘I could give it a go,’ James said, Sirius’ dismissal invoking his competitive nature and forcing him to his feet. Sirius waved a dismissive hand and replied, ‘this needs a professional.’

‘And I’m not a professional?’ James scoffed.

‘Please,’ Sirius snorted.

‘Well it was his arse he was looking at,’ Lily chirped in but James ignored her, looking at Sirius as he huffed, ‘and tell me why you’re fit for the job?!’

‘Why not?’ Sirius replied, folding his arms across his chest indignantly. Everyone sat back, knowing there was very little point in getting in the middle of them. It was just like them to argue over the little things, bickering back and forth over silly stuff, so everyone knew it was better to just leave them to it, as whatever spat they worked themselves into would be resolved before the day was over.

‘Well you’re not exactly friendly,’ James shrugged, sitting back down and taking a sip of his pint. Sirius dropped back down beside him angrily and said, ‘so?!’

‘So one look from you with that withering stare or some sarky comment is going to snuff out whatever good time you’re offering,’ James replied.

‘Oh so I’m horrible?’ Sirius said dramatically.

‘That’s not what he said, Pads,’ Lily sighed, his grey gaze flicking her way as he asked, ‘but do you think he has a point?’

‘Well,’ Lily hesitated, her voice high and hesitant, something that made Sirius’ eyes and James’ smile widen.

‘Well you’re not horrible,’ Marlene continued.

‘But?’ Sirius pressed.

‘But you’re just a little…’ Marlene said, looking to her friends for help. Peter was chugging down his drink in an effort to keep quiet. James looked too smug to even try and derail his own argument and knowing it was of a sensitive nature everyone else appeared to be dancing around what they intended to say. Because Sirius could be blunt. He could be reserved and snobbish. But they all knew that was a veneer, something poised and practised and inbuilt in him since childhood. Explaining that required some delicate word play, something Mary tried and failed at as she offered help.

‘Spiky,’ she said, ‘around the edges.’

‘It’s part of the charm!’ Lily interjected when she saw his face fall, ‘that dark and broody thing. It’s hot but it can be a little intimidating, right Remus?’

Remus had been mid pint when she’d elbowed him, causing him to inhale a slosh of larger though he recovered quickly, placing his pint down on the table and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he found Sirius watching him closely, ‘she’s right. It’s hot but it can be …a lot.’

‘Charming,’ Sirius snorted, folding his arms across his chest though he did look down as he felt Remus’ hand on his denim-clad thigh. At that there was a twitch of a smile though his attention was diverted as his friends continued to try and make him feel better.

‘It’s not a bad thing you know,’ Marlene said.

‘You could just be a little more… friendly,’ Lily reasoned.

‘What like him?’ Sirius said, jutting his head to James who was still smiling at ‘winning’ the argument.

‘Like Rem,’ Mary corrected, immediately ripping the shit-eating grin from the boy’s face which finally got Sirius to laugh, signalling a truce had been found.

‘She’s got a point there mate,’ James agreed, nudging Sirius’ shoulder with his own.

After that they decided there was very little point in trying to tap an old man up at the bar in the hopes of a free round and soon the talk dissolved into more amicable topics. And though Sirius joined in, Remus’ reassuring hand on his knee a reason to, he couldn’t help but think about what his friends had said.

Because they had a point.

Because he wasn’t exactly friendly. A good friend, sure but friendly, not particularly. He didn’t suffer fools gladly but that often made him come across as snobbish or arrogant. In fact if it hadn't been for James he would probably never have become friends with Peter, their first encounter a brush off even as an eleven-year-old. Not to mention he could be sullen and argumentative. He was sensitive but didn’t like people picking up on that which in turn made him defensive or rude if just to get the first jab in.

Mary was right, he was spiky.

Though that wasn’t what bothered him. What had been bothering was the way they'd immediately plucked Remus’ name from the air as an example of someone better. Remus was kind and sweet. He was nice to everyone, even those who definitely didn’t deserve it and those that treated him differently just because of who he was. He took time to listen, to feel what others were feeling. He cared about everyone in his life so deeply.

So why was he with him?

Why had he even thought about being his friend, well Sirius could answer that, Remus was never not friends with anyone. Everyone who wandered into his life, attracted by his warmth and sweetness, became his friend. Even spiky sullen ones.

Sirius was still thinking about it when they got back to the flat, their new home now that they had left Hogwarts and were in the interim period between the end of school and the beginning of the rest of their lives. It was late in the evening though the sky was only just fading from blue to black but Sirius didn’t bother going to bed, instead he kicked his shoes off and flopped down onto the sofa, his mind still brooding.

‘You not coming to bed?’ Remus said as he turned around from hanging his jacket up and spotted his boyfriend sprawled out on the settee.

‘Nah not yet,’ Sirius said, failing to meet his eyes, his gaze on the ceiling. Remus didn’t say anything but padded through to the kitchen and Sirius closed his eyes, listening to him move about the flat quietly.

He didn’t want to go to bed. To lay next to Remus who would wrap him up so tightly he’d forget how he could ever feel unloved or unsure. Because it didn’t make sense for him to feel like that, in fact he wasn’t wholly sure he didn’t deserve it. He was lost in his thoughts when he felt his presence next to him, a pair of lips on his forehead as Remus whispered, ‘not too long out here okay?’ before slipping into their bedroom. Only once he heard the door click did Sirius dare open his eyes, that guilty feeling swirling in his stomach and growing large as he noted the cup of tea placed on the coffee table beside him, on a coaster of course, and the disappearance of his shoes from where they’d been strewn across the carpet. Even half-cut Remus still managed to take care of him and Sirius fell asleep wondering what he had done to deserve that.

His sleep that night was fitful and considerably harder to bear on a narrow sofa but didn’t dare go to bed and fortunately managed to get a decent rest in the early hours. This however didn’t do anything to lighten his mood as the issues that had plagued him all night reared their ugly head almost immediately after waking as he arose to find the flat freshly tidied and the cupboards newly stocked signalling Remus had been shopping, something that was supposed to be Sirius’ job this week.

He was looking through the fridge when Remus appeared, his hair damp from a fresh shower though he was making a good go at drying it, rubbing the towel against his dark sandy locks and only pausing to kiss Sirius’ cheek as he said, ‘afternoon.’

‘Afternoon,’ Sirius said, allowing the kiss but keeping his gaze forward, his jaw tightening at the touch. Remus noticed immediately, dropping the towel around his neck and leaning back against the counter top as he said, ‘alright go on.’

‘What?’ Sirius said, looking at him with a scowl.

‘What have I done?’ he asked, blue eyes boring into Sirius’ face which made him look away, grabbing at whatever he could find that would make a halfway decent meal.

‘What?’ Sirius asked, his arms now laden with various meats that he took to the counter, moving around Remus who fixed himself to the spot, watching his boyfriend grab for utensils instead of looking his way.

‘What’s got you so moody?’ he asked and without thinking Sirius huffed, ‘well that’s me isn’t it, always moody and unfriendly.’

‘This is about yesterday,’ Remus sighed. At that Sirius slammed the pan down on the hob beside him making him jump.

‘Well you didn’t stick up for me,’ Sirius said, folding his arms across his chest.

‘Yeah because it’s true,’ Remus said, earning a scowl that he ignored, protesting, ‘but I didn’t say it was a bad thing.’

‘Isn't it?’ Sirius snapped, ‘I meant they couldn’t help but point out how nice you are. How sweet and kind you are. How bloody lovely you are! How you hardly deserve to be with some arsehole like me!’

He was nearly shouting now, the worries he’d been having spilling out of him as he hurled them at Remus to refute or agree with. He wasn’t sure which he wanted. But Remus rose from where he’d been slouching, grabbing at him to pull him close as he said, ‘you’re not an arsehole.’

Sirius tried to move away but he was locked into place, boxed in between the counter and Remus whose hand moved to his jaw forcing him to look up at him.

‘You’re not an arsehole Pads,’ he affirmed, smiling sympathetically at the other man as he continued, ‘and you’re not one thing or the other. Are you a little, I don’t know, standoffish at first? Maybe but that doesn’t mean you’re not the kindest person ever once you get to know someone. You’re selfless, I mean the fact you learned to be an animagus for me proves that and the way you take care of me every single change-’

‘That’s different,’ Sirius muttered, looking at Remus’ t shirt clad chest rather than at his face as he felt the compliments turn his ears pink. Remus didn’t seem to care.

‘You’re always there for your friends, you’re loyal to a fault and I know for a fact if we needed it you’d give us the shirt from your back,’ Remus said.

‘Moony,’ Sirius blushed.

‘You make me laugh,’ Remus whispered, placing a kiss on Sirius’ forehead.

‘You care for me,’ he said, placing another on his cheek.

‘You’re not an arsehole,’ he whispered, placing another the other cheek.

They were face to face now, their breath intermingling and Sirius knew he could, should, just kiss him, but he couldn’t help but allow the worries to bubble from within him as he blurted, ‘but that’s just for you. They’re right, I'm not like that all the time, not like you.’

‘Me?’ Remus frowned.

‘Yeah, I mean you’re nice all the time. Sweet even, too sweet for me,’ Sirius said dejectedly.

‘What when I get ticked off over nothing or start an argument because I’m tired and aching? That’s too sweet,’ Remus snorted.

‘That’s different!’ Sirius said indignantly.

‘How?’ Remus breathed, sweeping a thumb along his jaw, ‘Pads were not one thing or another. We’re everything at some point. Alright I might seem nice to everyone but that’s because they don’t know me, not like you. With you I can be myself, let loose and know you won’t judge me when I’m downright horrible because I’ve had a bad full moon. And people might say you’re-’

‘Spiky?’ Sirius mumbled.

‘Alright yeah,’ Remus chuckled, ‘but that’s because you’re not being fake. Trying to be friends with everyone even when you don’t care for them.’

‘I suppose,’ Sirius said, his fingers dancing along white cotton until Remus took them in his own hand forcing his gaze upwards.

‘Besides it’d be boring if we were exactly like each other,’ he said, ‘if you’d gotten up at the crack of dawn with me I wouldn’t have gotten anything done.’

‘No?’ Sirius asked.

‘No,’ he smirked, ‘I’d be too focused on getting back in bed.’

‘Is that right?’ Sirius smirked, standing up from where he’d been slouching as he wrapped his arms around Remus’ neck

‘Mm,’ Remus murmured.

‘Well now the flats tidy and we’ve got food in the fridge we could do just that,’ Sirius said, leaning up to kiss Remus gently.

‘You’re right,’ he said, ‘but I’ve done my share of the work this morning. First rounds on you.’

‘Luck I’m better at that than shopping then isn’t it.’

SIRIUS BLACK

@mysteriouslydelicateface@caitlin1996@imthebadguyyy@maeisafangirl

[thoughts-and-gayers]

so um. that episode was disappointing.

why are they fridging morty so damn much, huh??? he's an important fucking character dont shove him off to the side like that jegus fuck

[wingedjellyfishflight]

Viper for the King

CW: threats of non-con, possible death, ambiguous ending, torture briefly mentioned

You have been captured by the enemy with no chance of rescue. There will be no hail Mary operation to extract you and you are at the mercy of the enemy. König is the Colonel, in charge and the scariest person you have ever met.

He threatens to rape you to make you talk when no other form of torture works. His eyes light up at the prospect, thinking he may have found your weakness. You grin up at him with blood-coated teeth.

"Sounds like an interesting cultural exchange. Is that a European thing to brag about being so bad at sex that it's considered torture? Hmm.. anyway, go for it. This is getting boring anyway and I'm near outta fingernails as is."

"We will make you talk," he grinds out.

"Honey, I'll bet you can't even make me scream, let alone talk," you try to wink up at him through the blood and swelling on your face.

He admires your spunk and as much as he wants the information, he will be disappointed when you break as it means no more toying with you. No more carving his initials in your skin. No more spark in your eyes. Hell, you at least look him in the eye, none of his men dare to do that anymore. He has much more respect for you than anyone else he's ever met, he is surprised to realize.

"Do ya hide your face because you're so handsome it's a hazard or because it gives the men heart attacks in fear when they see it? Seems like it could be the latter, given the weak men you have working for you."

He stops the man to his left from striking you. He knows you're right about the quality of men. "I've seen your Ghost. Why does he hide his face? Afraid to be known?"

You chuckle back, spitting out a bit of blood to keep from choking on it. "Makes the girls swoon with his blinding smile. Gotta tuck it away or else he'd be mobbed."

"Ahh... pretty boy. Sounds just your style." He smirks as he goes over the roster of men in his head, thinking to exploit this possible weakness.

You look him up and down, eyes pausing to stare at his beefy arms and thighs. "Too skinny and small for my taste. I prefer... insertion specialists." You see his chest puff up and sigh dramatically. "Too bad the best ones are always the enemy. Though it feels almost as good to crush them under my boots. They never seem to expect it."

König knows you're flattering him on purpose. It's working. He just hasn't worked out why you would. You know he won't go easy, your body can already attest to that. Your voice goes quieter. "I've heard you're called a human battering ram. Wolf among men."

He whispers back, "does that make you the viper, spilling poison into my vein?"

You grin, "No. I'm the raven. Collecting shiny things to line my nest. Can't stand not having the best things to play with, no matter the cost."

He goes quiet, his eyes narrowed as he works out the double-meanings and weighs his options. I should shoot you for having the audacity to label me just another shiny thing, he thinks. But he still considers the offer.

You watch, letting him weigh the choice. Either he ends you now or he helps you escape. Staring him in the eyes, you cant your hips up slightly and lick your lip. If he takes the offer, you're eager to see if he can live up to the hype.

He chooses, unsheathing his firearm. He chooses you. He realizes there was no choice, really. A nebulous offer versus where he is now, feared, but bored. It is a hard choice to make. As he carries your limp body, he thinks about the initials he carved in your body. You will carry his brand to the grave along with his heart, because he will always be yours. He was right, you're a viper dripping poison in his veins and he couldn't get enough.

[staticintone]

This has been a long time coming, but here is my "Nonspecific/Non-writing RAM playlist". As in, lots of random songs that don't necessarily fit my Alastor, the vibes, or I feel like they only fit some particular situations. Warning: the list is long for absolutely no good reason.

Bubblegum, love, or overall pop-y songs that absolutely do not fit the vibes (or are almost crack) but are funny or awful in context:

Unconditionally [Katy Perry]—Alastor to Vox. Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself) [Ne-Yo]—Alastor to Vox. Walls [Natalie Taylor]—Alastor to Vox. Part of Your World (Reprise) [Jodi Benson]—Vox to Alastor. Irreplaceable [Beyoncé]—Multiverse song that the Voxs probably assume Alastor would sing about them. The Phantom of the Opera [Andrew Lloyd Webber]—Come on, I had to, for Vox and Alastor. Lost in the Woods [Jonathan Groff]—Vox to Alastor, or even vice versa if you're like me and think Alastor is the most. Infinity [Jaymes Young]—This is just Alastor's love song in general, but a lot more twisted in context. FRIENDS [Marshmello, Anne-Marie]—Not my Alastor, but the canon RAM Alastor to Vox. One Last Time [Ariana Grande]—Not a perfect one to one, but Valentino to Vox potentially. Oops...I Did It Again [Britney Spears]—Alastor playing around with Vox's feelings knowing the directive will set in and prevent him from doing anything about it. Slipping [Neil Patrick Harris]—Multiverse Alastor shenanigans. Welcome to My Life [Simple Plan]—Vito to the other Voxs getting RAM'd in the multiverse. We Don't Talk About Bruno [Encanto - Cast]—Multiverse Alastors talking about RAM Alastor. Isabella is Alex in particular. The Best Day Ever [Spongebob Squarepants]—Niffty. Chasing Cars [Snow Patrol]—Vox and Alastor. Horny Angry Tango [Rachel Bloom, Scott Michael Foster]—The fight between Alastor and Vox. GUY.exe [Superfruit]—Alastor, especially in the multiverse. You're My Best Friend (And I Know I'm Not Yours) [Pete Gardner]—Niffty to Vox probably. Confrontation [Jekyll & Hyde]—Main and RAM Alastor, but Jekyll is RAM and Main is Hyde. Those Magic Changes [Sha Na Na]—Vox in the tower during those seven years. Skin [Sabrina Carpenter]—Alastor in the multiverse to all his detractors. Jaded [Miley Cyrus]—Multiverse Alastor to the Vox leading the charge against him. Psycho [Taylor Acorn]—Alastor to Vox. Lover Of Mine [5 Seconds of Summer]—Alastor to Vox. Francesca [Hozier]—Alastor to Vox in the most twisted of contexts. Skyscraper [Demi Lovato]—Vox to Alastor. you broke me first [Tate McRae]—Alastor to Vox. Broken [Lifehouse]—Vox to Alastor. Let Go [Frou Frou]—Alastor to Vox.

Songs that fit the AU a little better but might be questionable for one reason or another:

In the End [Linkin Park]—Vox. Comatose [Skillet]—Vox to Alastor. The Killing Kind [Marianas Trench]—This song is in three parts, but the first part feels very Alastor, especially the building manic pace. Saints [Echos]—A more lucid Vox to Alastor. Scratch [Kendall Payne]—Velvette about herself and Vox. Falling Inside the Black [Skillet]—Vox to Alastor. Hurt [Christina Aguilera]—Velvette to Vox. Silk [Crywolf, MOTHICA]—This is overall a sex song, but I think taken literally it has very Vox and Alastor vibes. Before You Go [Lewis Capauldi]—Valentino to Vox. CEPHALOTUS [Crywolf]—Vox. Without You [Breaking Benjamin]—Valentino to Vox. Leave My Body [Florence + The Machine]—Vox. The Diary of Jane [Breaking Benjamin]—Vox to Alastor. Car Radio [Twenty One Pilots]—Vox. DATURA [paroxysm] [Crywolf]—Vox about Alastor. Believe [Mumford & Sons]—Vox to Alastor. Sail [AWOLNATION]—Alastor. Black Magic [Jaymes Young]—Vox to Alastor. Not Who We Were [Em Beihold]—Niffty. ULTRAVIOLENT [adrenochrome] [Crywolf]—Vox to Alastor. Love [Daughter]—Valentino about Vox and Alastor. Blame [Echos]—Vox. Craving - Acoustic [YMIR]—Vox to Alastor. House a Habit [We Are the Guests]—Not sure why, but it gives me big Niffty vibes. Frozen [Within Temptation]—Vox to Alastor and potentially vice versa. Hate Me [Blue October]—Alastor to Vox, in some ways, but not all. Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) [Eurythmics]—Alastor.

Songs that are incredibly specific to either particular roleplays or circumstances:

Learn to Love [Jessi Smiles, Joey Emmanuel]—Velvette and Valentino to Vox, particularly if he gets his memories back and is trying to move on. Slowly [Susanne Sundfør]—Potentially Vox during the Reassurance phase of my version of the Ordeal. The Seal Lullaby [Eric Whitacre]—The Reassurance phase, and potentially what Alastor would have hummed or sang during it. Angels [Within Temptation]—Either Other Ending or Heaven Ending Vox.

[your-resident-boat-person]

what's an ocean liner???

Okay, so an ocean liner is a passenger vessel designed to carry people across the ocean. There's only one in service now, but before commercial airlines offered flights to anywhere in the world, they were the only way to get around. The RMS Titanic and the RMS Queen Mary are ocean liners, for example. Many think them to be cruise ships, but this is not the case. Think of it like this: you wouldn't just board a plane for a fun ride, and then return home. You get on a plane to go somewhere. Ocean liners are the same way. They are built to get from one end of the ocean to the other as quickly and efficiently as possible. This means that ocean liners are built quite a bit tougher than cruise ships. They can't reschedule if there is bad weather. And the Atlantic can be an unforgiving place.

Think of ocean liners like the busses of the sea. You use them for transportation, and they need to keep a tight schedule. They try to make the voyage as comfortable as possible, but comfort, entertainment, and luxury is not the reason for traveling aboard.

Cruise ships, meanwhile, are like party limousines. While you certainly may have destinations in mind, you wouldn't get inside for the sole purpose of travel. You're there for fun. And odds are, at the end of the night, you'll be getting out exactly where you started.

I'm really into ocean liners because they're a lot like people or characters. They have births, deaths, names, careers, siblings, genders, and depending on who you ask, personalities. Then president of the United States, FDR once said "every ship has a soul, but the Mauretania has one you could talk to." The Olympic was known to enjoy running down smaller vessels from time to time. She even rammed and sank a U-Boat while serving as a troop ship during World War 1.

Ocean liners carry the spirit of their nations, as well as the hopes and dreams of the people who sail aboard them. They represent the newest and latest technological innovations, and the progress of not just their respective nations, but of mankind as a whole. Cruise ships don't really have that. All they represent is a good vacation at best, and unbridled greed and pollution at worst. But that's beyond the scope of this ask.

Thank you for the question, and I'd you'd ever like to know more, or would like some good resources (I have a youtube Playlist with over 500 videos), feel free to ask!

[angelthefirst1]

The Angel Gabrielle heralds the arrival of Christ but also the prior arrival of the antichrist.

What an incredible episode!

Yes, she's coming soon, and all the very detailed Beth and Daryl call-backs, of which there are too many to count, just show us that all the signs are there, as Daryl said!

I'm going to focus on what comes next in this post more than the obvious repeats of their story.

Having Father Gabrielle be the very first thing we see was symbolically huge.

So is the fact that Seth will be with Emily in France on resurrection Sunday at comic con, I'll go into that a bit later.

I'm going to break down the meaning of this introductory scene because it tells us what comes next.

We first see Gabrielle's face as he looks upward after hearing the sound of a helicopter flying overhead.

The helicopter 🚁 symbolism In this show is always a depiction of God or a celestial body from the spiritual realm.

Here it's depicting God giving the Angel Gabrielle, a message.

As Gabriel said in 509, we look at what is unseen because what is unseen is eternal. We don't actually see the helicopter, so it's a hint at its eternal nature.

To understand what they are showing us here, we need to know a little about the angel Gabrielle.

In the Bible, the angel Gabrielle is known as the messenger Angel.

Gabrielle is given a message by God to go tell Mary that she is going to have a baby and that baby would be the saviour of the world - Christ.

Gabriel is the one that brings or heralds the Good News (music box) of the coming Christ.

This very first scene of episode 105 - The ones who live - is depicting that message and Beth's arrival to come soon.

The good news music box is about to play again...

Gabriel then kills a walker, which represents the fall of mankind.

Christ's sacrifice will remove the fall and bring redemption for those who accept the cure, so this message Gabriel gets, is about defeating death, and that's symbolised by his message the double edge sword defeating this walker.

The tool used to defeat death is Christ's sacrifice, which is the word of God, or good news, and it's symbolic of a two edged sword.

The other thing that Angel Gabriel is known for is interpreting a vision for the prophet Daniel about the end times.

That vision is known as the vision of the Ram and the Goat from Daniel 8.

A Ram is a male sheep, and we definitely got some more in your face, Ram/sheep symbolism in this episode.

I've talked about the sheep and the goat judgements of the Millennial kingdom quite a lot recently.

Well, this vision plays into that same theme...

It's symbolic and important, so I highly suggest you read more about it first, and this will make more sense.

Read more on the sheep and goats info I've already covered here and here

This vision that Daniel has is interpreted by the angel Gabriel, and its meaning is about the coming 7 year antichrist Kingdom, which is followed by the Millennial kingdom of Christ.

To represent this vision, we see Gabriel hear the helicopter a second time 🚁

He is getting a second message from God, and this second message is about the coming antichrist kingdom and the millennial kingdom to follow...

It's no coincidence that as this second message gets delivered, Gabriel starts saying the Lords prayer.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, THY KINGDOM COME, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

This prayer is a prayer that asks God to come back and set up his Millennial kingdom on earth. So it's referencing the return of Christ, which by extension references the antichrist kingdom that comes first.

This vision of Daniel's that Gabriel interprets, shows what the antichrist will do when he is in power for 7 years.

As I've already talked about, the A's (non followers) are killed, while the followers of antichrist take the mark of the Beast, which will circle around to be what begins the Zombie outbreak to begin with.

The Pharmakon "cure" is the poison

The beginning is the end.

One other thing Daniel's vision portrays is that the antichrist will also commit what's called the abomination that causes desolation, this is an act that is linked to sacrificing a pig (which is considered unclean) in the temple of God, and while doing this, he declares himself to be god.

What's this got to do with the walking dead?

Well, we have already seen a depiction of this in season 4. Believe it or not, it's related to the pig called Violet.

Purple or violet is the colour of royalty, so the pig called violet that Rick sacrificed was a depiction of this vision.

We know that team Violet played a part in the beginning of the outbreak, and ultimately, playing god (violet) and making humans (the temple of God/made in his image) unclean (pig) will be the abomination that is the beginning of it all.

Carl calls the pig violet, and Rick tells him not to name them. They're food (a hint at the cannibalism aspect of the abomination)

We see Carl tell Lizzy almost the exact same thing about the walkers. Don't name them. They're not pets, and they're not people.

Violet seems unwell, and we get our first look at the first symptoms of what this mark of the beast does...

We see Rick feed the violet pigs to the walkers (cannibals), the duel symbolism of this abomination circles back on itself.

There are two kingdoms at play here, and both Christ and the antichrist are linked to the colour purple.

One is God, and the other wants to be god, so he declares himself god and creates a new species in his image.

That's why the pig in season 4 is called violet, and that's why team Violet had a hand in starting the outbreak to being with. They play god and cause human abominations that are no longer human, as Dr Jenner from the CDC says.

And that's where the A and the B, sheep and goat symbolism comes in again. 🐑 🐐

A's are labelled as such because they aren't followers of the Antichrist, don't take the violet unclean mark so they get killed.

B's are followers, so they live.

The same but opposite it true for the Millennial kingdom.

A's are labelled as such because they aren't followers of Christ. They took the unclean violet mark, so they aren't allowed into the Millennium kingdom.

B's are followers so they live.

The symbolism for both kingdoms is so similar that it's given to both the CRM and team family at the same time in this show.

The antichrist mimics Christ with a false light.

2 Corinthians 11.14

And no wonder, since Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.

While Beth and Rick have Christ symbolism, they also have antichrist symbolism.

One thing that happens to the Antichrist is that he receives a fatal wound to the head but is healed from it, and this miraculous healing will make the whole world follow him.

So you see, the two kingdoms are being mirrored at the same time in this show.

Now we suddenly have purple connected to Beth on Resurrection Sunday.

On that, I want to talk about light

John 12 Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”

We know Beth has been described as light before, so I want to look at the light colour spectrum.

Purple is the Royal colour, but it's also the colour associated with the return of the King.

The quickest frequency of light is purple...

12 “And behold, I am coming quickly, and My reward is with Me, to give to every one according to his work. 13 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End, the First and the Last.”

Emily at ComicCon in France, depicted with purple and on resurrection Sunday is huge, add to that she's with Gabriel, means Beth will take part in either a real cure or a fake cure.

Which one, we will have to wait and see...

[darkbluekies]

I was actually going to sleep then I saw you respond to my ask, I'm actually very interested and intrigued so I wanted to respond immediately!

— Jesus fucking Christ they actually measured the entirety of the ship? That level of hm, how does one describe this, pettiness or determination? Perhaps a sense of both, I mean I'd get petty too if I lost something valuable and ended up getting an unfair compensation. I wonder what the reaction of the Germans were when they realized they actually measured it.

— oh god that's actually so fucking hilarious 😭😭 getting worked up over nothing, I mean, at least they had a design? 😭

— That's quite something, Grey Ghost? Why is QMS nickname Grey Ghost? Does it have relations due to it being not found?

— I... I have no idea what to say 😭 that's actually so ironic

— Holy shit a ship sinking in just 14 minutes is plain terrifying?? Why did it sink that fast anyways?

— Wow... That's actually really sad and quite brave of him too, I don't think I've heard of the Wilhelm Gustloff disaster and 9000 deaths in one night is crazy. Hopefully that guy is doing alright, it's possible he might get survivors guilt, I might research about the disaster and see what I can find!

— woah, the first design is quite pretty! The second one reminds me of a factory for some reason

Ahh this is what little brain juice I can squeeze out from my brain, though I actually enjoyed this and it made my night more interesting! :D I'll head off to sleep now, goodnight!

—🌊

— lol apparently? there were more petty things in that affair, such as painting a ship supposed to be given to White Star Line in Germany's colors, turnign the british officers' quarters to a cleaning supply room etc lmao

— it was a design alright ... just not a good one. The wings of the golden eagle fell of during a storm so they're at the bottom of the atlantic right now. The eagle looks even more stupid without the wings😭 (picture at the bottom)

—The ship was painted fully grey because it was used as a troop ship which made it hard to find it. The ship was extremely fast, so it was fast to catch her. These two characteristics earned her the name The Grey Ghost. (picture at the bottom)

— the ships weren't even alike???? one had an funnel and whatnot?? i'm not even sure how they thought that it would work ... and it clearly didn't.

— It was a foggy night and two ships were supposed to go past each other, but in the fog they couldn't see each others lights, so a norweigan ship called Storstad rammed the side of Empress of Ireland and cut up a gigantic hole. The ship itself was almost half the size of titanic. A lot of people died that night because they didn't have the time to get out.

— I'm not even sure it was legal to sink the WG? I know that it had been a hospital ship during WW2 (it's seen as a war crime to sink a hospital ship), but it seems like it had returned to a normal ship during the time WG was sunk. The reason (i think) why it was sunk was because a lot of nazi party members were on board with their families, supposedly relocating to another country, and was sunken by soviet submarines. WIlhelm Gustloff could only carry 1465 passangers, but had around 10 000 during its sinking. Although there were many bad people on board there were children as well. The actor was a small child, so i hope that he doesn't remember much of it, because I cannot imagine the horror he must live with otherwise.

— Unfortunately, the times were changing and the edwardian design was no longer popular :( I would have loved another Olympmic class liner :(

here's a before an after of the eagle lmao

From left to right: SS Normandie, RMS Queen Mary, RMS Aquitania

I could talk about ocean liners forever. If I got paid by the hour to talk about them I would be so fucking rich I'm telling you

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Star Wars: The Last Jedi is a great example of fandoms ruining their own movie experience. Often fandoms are right when they think a movie doesn’t deliver on their favorite franchise. But in The Last Jedi, the Star Wars fandom kind of proved that their heads are in a terrible place.

I will explain.

Movies are meant to reach in and grab your emotions. You’re supposed to get out of your own head, and the story is supposed to get under your mental defenses, so that you not only suspend disbelief, but suspend your inner film critic and enjoy an experience/learn what the movie is trying to tell you.

If a movie has terrible form and repellant content, like bad acting or a message like “cold-blooded murder is neat” then people generally don’t get to have that experience because the movie couldn’t reach in and grab your emotions.

The Last Jedi was not a bad movie. I know for a fact that it one hundred percent DID what it set out to do, in the theaters. What happened was, you Star Wars fans enjoyed the movie while you were watching it. Then you got home and got in your own heads and read what some other people thought and watched some Mark Hamill interviews and retroactively decided you actually didn’t like it.

I know you liked it because I was in the theaters with you. I saw TLJ on opening night, in a packed theater of dressed-up fans. Then I saw it three more times in theaters. I heard fans clap when Luke fought Kylo Ren and said “see you around, kid.” I heard them laugh when he threw the lightsaber over his shoulder. I heard them applaud when Snoke got cut in half. I heard no groans of disbelief during Holdo’s Hyperdrive ramming—you could’ve heard a pin drop, exactly as the filmmakers intended. I heard fans holding their breath or whispering, “please please please” when Rey said to Kylo Ren, “Please don’t go this way.” I heard, all four times, thunderous applause during the ending shot, when a kid with a broom is revealed to have the Force.

‘When the lights came on and everyone was leaving the theater, I heard NO ONE saying:

“I can’t believe they ruined Luke.”

“What was with Holdo? Hyperdrive doesn’t work like that.”

“I hate Rey, she’s a Mary-Sue.”

“What was with that casino planet scene, that was useless!”

I heard people excitedly talking about how awesome the film was. I heard them repeating the jokes to each other, or sharing their favorite parts. I heard them hoping Ben Solo would be redeemed for the next movie. The closest I ever got to anything even approaching negative was, “What was with the blue milk alien?” Which is fair. But my point is, even when the movie was over and we were leaving the theaters, the fans loved it. At the time. When the movie was all they had to base their opinion on.

I sat next to a young man who is now the loudest Internet Proclaimer of TLJ’s supposed failure, on opening night. But at the time, when the movie ended, he said, “that’s what The Force Awakens should’ve been! That was so great.”

Then he went home and watched EFAP and came back and said, “yeah I liked it at first but that’s because I was stupid and didn’t know any better. Now I know it’s terrible.”

What? No, you’re not stupid! It was a good movie. It said exactly what it wanted to say, and it had your attention and your emotions the whole time. It even set up the next film for great, new, unexpected success (regardless of how ROS squandered that opportunity.)

But this is how a lot of fans are.

They have pre-set expectations of what they want. Or they don’t have any expectations and they wait for their favorite influencer to tell them what to think. And then, even when a movie is good, they change their own minds about it later to line up with what they thought they wanted.

Not what made the most sense. Not what made the best story. Not what could be an enduring classic. Not what grabbed the emotions most effectively. Just “I want what I want.”

Guess what, at the end of Casablanca, the hero doesn’t get the girl. He loses her. But he becomes a man who takes risks and goes back to living life because of his experience, as sad as it may have been. If audiences back then could complain loudly enough on the internet and get what they want, Casablanca would have had a crappy sequel where the guy gets the girl, and the whole first movie is ruined. Or the filmmakers wouldn’t have been brave enough to do what the story needed in the first place.

TLJ is the perfect example of a good movie ruined by it’s own supposed fandom, who just want what they want, and can’t admit when a movie was good, or even that it moved them, because it’s not what they wanted, in hindsight.