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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 3 months ago

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Matt Wuerker. Politico

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

March 11, 2025

Heather Cox Richardson

Mar 12, 2025

The stock market continued to fall today. The Dow Jones Industrial Average fell another 478 points, or 1.14%; the S&P 500 fell almost 0.8%; and the Nasdaq Composite fell almost 0.2%. The S&P 500 briefly held its own in trading today, but then Trump announced on his social media platform that he was going to double the tariffs on steel and aluminum from the new 25% rates to a 50% rate on Canada and might increase tariffs to “permanently shut down the automobile manufacturing business in Canada.”

Stocks fell again.

Unable to admit that he might be wrong, President Donald Trump is doubling down on the policies that are crashing the economy. In addition to his tariff threats, he also reiterated that “the only thing that makes sense is for Canada to become our cherished Fifty First State,” an outrageous position that he suddenly began to advance after the 2024 presidential election and which has Canadians so furious they are boycotting U.S. goods and booing the Star-Spangled Banner.

More than 100 top business leaders met with Trump today to urge him to stop destabilizing what had been a booming economy with his on-again-off-again tariffs. Mark Zandi, chief economist of Moody’s Analytics, told Jeff Stein and Isaac Arnsdorf of the Washington Post that in private, “[b]usiness leaders, CEOs and COOs are nervous, bordering on unnerved, by the policies that are being implemented, how they’re being implemented and what the fallout is. There’s overwhelming uncertainty and increasing discomfort with how policy is being implemented.”

The extreme unpredictability means that no one knows where or how to invest. Market strategist Art Hogan told CNN’s Matt Egan, “This market is just blatantly sick and tired of the back and forth on trade policy.” Yesterday, Delta Air Lines cut its forecasts for its first-quarter revenue and profits by half, a sign of weakening corporate and consumer confidence and concerns about the safety of air travel. Today, Southwest Airlines and United Airlines cut their forecasts, and American Airlines forecast a first-quarter loss.

When he talked to reporters, Trump reasserted that he intends to do what he wants regardless of the business leaders’ input. “Markets are going to go up and they’re going to go down, but you know what, we have to rebuild our country. Long-term what I’m doing is making our country strong again.” White House press secretary Karoline Leavitt advised, “If people are looking for certainty, they should look at the record of this president.”

Not everyone will find that suggestion comforting.

Trump backed off on his threat to raise the tariffs on Canadian steel and aluminum to 50%, but went ahead with his threat to place 25% tariffs on all imported steel and aluminum products. Those tariffs took effect at midnight.

In the face of his own troubles, Trump’s sidekick billionaire Elon Musk is also escalating his destructive behavior. Yesterday Musk’s social media platform X underwent three separate outages that spanned more than six hours. Lily Jamali and Liv McMahon of the BBC reported that Oxford professor Ciaran Martin, former head of the United Kingdom’s National Cyber Security Center, said that the outages appear to have been an attack called a “distributed denial of service,” or DDoS, attack. This is an old technique in which hackers flood a server to prevent authentic users from reaching a website.

"I can't think of a company of the size and standing internationally of X that's fallen over to a DDoS attack for a very long time," Martin said. The outage "doesn't reflect well on their cyber security." Without any evidence, Musk blamed hackers in Ukraine for the outages, an accusation Martin called “pretty much garbage.”

Four days ago, another of Musk’s SpaceX rockets exploded after takeoff, and now SpaceX’s Starlink internet service is facing headwinds. In February, Mexican billionaire Carlos Slim canceled his collaborations with Starlink after growing tensions with Musk culminated with Musk alleging on X that Slim is tied to organized crime. The loss of that deal cost Musk about $7 billion in the short term, but more in the long term as Slim will work with European and Chinese companies in 25 Latin American countries rather than Starlink. Slim has said he would invest $22 billion in those projects over the next three years.

Also in February, after U.S. negotiators threatened to cut Ukraine’s access to the 42,000 Starlink terminals that supply information to the front lines, the European Commission began to look for either government or commercial alternatives. The European Commission is made up of a college of commissioners from each of the 27 European Union countries. It acts as the main executive branch of the European Union.

On Sunday, Musk posted: “[M]y Starlink system is the backbone of the Ukrainian army. Their entire front line would collapse if I turned it off.” Poland pays for about half the Starlink terminals in Ukraine, about $50 million a year. Poland’s minister of foreign affairs, Radosław Sikorski, responded that “if SpaceX proves to be an unreliable provider we will be forced to look for other suppliers.” “Be quiet, small man,” Musk replied. “You pay a tiny fraction of the cost. And there is no substitute for Starlink.”

After all the tariff drama with Canada, last week Ontario also cancelled a deal it had with Starlink.

But perhaps the biggest hit Musk has taken lately is over his Tesla car brand. On February 6, Musk’s younger brother Kimbal, who sits on Tesla’s board, sold more than $27 million worth of shares in the company. Tesla chair Robyn Denholm sold about $43 million worth of Tesla stock in February and recently sold another $33 million. Tesla CFO Vaibhav Taneja has sold $8 million worth over the past 90 days. Yesterday, board member James Murdoch sold just over $13 million worth of stock.

Fred Lambert of Electrek, which follows the news about electric vehicles and Tesla, noted that Tesla stock dropped 15% yesterday, “down more than 50% from its all-time high just a few months ago.” “Tesla insiders are unloading,” he concluded.

Tesla sales are dropping across the globe owing to the unpopularity of Musk’s antics, along with the cuts and data breaches from his “Department of Government Efficiency.” Protesters have been gathering at Tesla dealerships to express their dismay. While the protests have been peaceful, as Chris Isidore of CNN reports, there have also been reports of vandalism. Tesla owners are facing ridicule as protesters take out their anger toward Musk on his customers, and at least one competitor is working to lure consumers away from Musk’s brand by offering a discount to Tesla owners.

Trump has jumped to Musk’s defense, posting just after midnight this morning that “Elon Musk is ‘putting it on the line’ in order to help our Nation, and he is doing a FANTASTIC JOB! But the Radical Left Lunatics, as they often do, are trying to illegally and collusively boycott Tesla, one of the World’s great automakers, and Elon’s ‘baby,’ in order to attack and do harm to Elon, and everything he stands for. They tried to do it to me at the 2024 Presidential Ballot Box, but how did that work out? In any event, I’m going to buy a brand new Tesla tomorrow morning as a show of confidence and support for Elon Musk, a truly great American.”

Indeed, today Trump used the office of the presidency to bolster Musk’s business. Teslas were lined up at the White House, where Trump read from a Tesla sales pitch—photographer Andrew Harnik caught an image of his notes. And then the same man who gave a blanket pardon to those convicted of violent crimes related to the January 6, 2021, attack on the U.S. Capitol called those protesting at Tesla dealerships “domestic terrorists” and promised that the government would make sure they “go through hell.”

Trump and Musk appear to have taken the downturn in their fortunes by becoming more aggressive. Martin Pengelly of The Guardian noted that in the middle of Monday’s stock market plunge, Trump posted or reposted more than 100 messages on his social media channel. All of them showed him in a positive light, including reminders of the 2004 first season of the television show The Apprentice, in which Trump starred: a golden moment in Trump’s past when his ratings were high and the audience seemed to believe he was a brilliant and powerful businessman.

Today, egged on by Musk, Trump pushed again to take over other countries. He told reporters: "When you take away that artificial line that looks like it was done with a ruler…and you look at that beautiful formation of Canada and the United States, there is no place anywhere in the world that looks like that…. And then if you add Greenland…that's pretty good."

The Trump administration also announced today it was cutting about half the employees in the Department of Education. The Senate confirmed Linda McMahon, who has little experience with education, to head the department on March 3 by a party-line vote. Shutting down the department "was the president's mandate—his directive to me," McMahon told Fox News Channel host Laura Ingraham. McMahon assured Ingraham that existing grants and programs would not “fall through the cracks.”

But when Ingraham asked her what IDEA stood for—the Individuals with Disabilities Education Act—she wasn’t sure, although she knew it was “the programs for disabled and needs.” Ingraham knew what the acronym meant but assured McMahon that after 30 years on the job, she still didn’t know all the acronyms. McMahon replied: “This is my fifth day on the job and I’m really trying to learn them very quickly.”

Musk lashed out at Arizona senator Mark Kelly on social media yesterday, after Kelly posted pictures of his recent trip to Ukraine and discussed the history of Russia’s invasion, concluding “it’s important we stand with Ukraine.” Musk responded: “You are a traitor.”

Kelly, who was in the Navy for 25 years and flew 39 combat missions in the Gulf War before becoming an astronaut, responded: “Traitor? Elon, if you don’t understand that defending freedom is a basic tenet of what makes America great and keeps us safe, maybe you should leave it to those of us who do.”

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

#Matt Wuerker #Politico #Letters From An American #Heather Cox Richardson #Mark Kelly #veterans #IDEA #disabilities #war in Ukraine #the Economy #the Stock market #economic news #tariffs #wrong way

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d-criss-news · 11 months ago

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evenmorecontent: D23 is such an exciting and tremendously produced event. It's also a sort of homecoming, getting to see so many faces I've been blessed to share time, life, and work with.

Here's a sample of what we got to see. (4/5)

Photos by Richard Harbaugh - @ imagegroupla for @ disney

#darren criss #richard harbaugh #micky mouse #rachel potter #susan egan #pentatonix #mitch grassi #kirstin maldonado #scott hoying #kevin olusola #matt sallee #skylar astin #all 4 one #disney experiences showcase #d23 #instagram #aug 2024

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middlingmay · 5 months ago

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Coach Bucky and Gale, alone in the locker room... (3.5K)

Shoutout to @johncleven who sent me a fic request for something set in a locker room and let me run wild with it. I know this isn't what you originally had in mind, but I hope you like it all the same!

A fun romp of a fic set in my Footballer!John AU. This comes after the last installment at Christmas, after John takes up his position as head coach of a veteran's charity football team.

Summary: Football coach John Egan and his report boyfriend, Gale Cleven have some fun roleplaying in the locker room after hours.

Enjoy! Wordcount is over 3.5K so I've put most of it under the cut. Get's a li'l filthy, just to warn you.

It was a quirk of John's, collecting vintage football strips. But unlike most collectors, he favoured the shorts over the shirts. People hired experts in hunting down shirts all over the world with this misprint, or that stitching from this year, and that particular game. But not John.

"It's too much pressure, Buck." He'd told Gale once when he questioned his oddity. "You have to keep them pristine and perfect, and God forbid you touch 'em without gloves. And do you have any idea the kind of pretentious assholes who collect football shirts? You think I want to be part of their circle jerks? No thank you."

So he collected the shorts instead. The earlier the better. The black 1997-'99 home shorts of FC Bayern Munich with the red splash and white stripes. The high cut of the white Aberdeen away summer shorts with the Umbro diamonds and geometric detailing of 1990-1992. The 1980s Manchester City burgundy set with white and blue stripes, and the classic bold red block shorts with the yellow liver bird of Liverpool, used from the 1970s well into the '80s.

Which sat very high on the thigh. They were several sizes too small for John to ever wear, but on Gale they sat perfectly. Just below his belly button, pressed tight against the toned muscle and trim fat of his middle. Snug around the groin, and they left most of his long, muscular legs on display.

It meant that he felt every bit of John's size eleven sneaker covered in an expensive, sturdy, matte black leather where it sat perched on the bench between Gale's spread legs, brushing against the skin and hairs of his thighs and the soft clutch of the underside of the silk-soft shorts.

"What the hell do you call that today?"

Gale curled his toes in his boots and clamped down on his muscles to stop himself from wriggling close to the pressure of John's foot. With one foot on the floor and one foot on the bench between Gale's legs, John loomed over Gale. His elbow rested on his knee and he looked down at him, almost fatherly.

Dressed in those vintage shorts, true to the shamelessness and carefree fashion of the '80s with how short they fell below the crease of his thigh, and a skintight compression shirt that protected players against chafing and perspiration, Gale felt simultaneously starkly aware of his body, and much smaller than John than he actually was.

He normally resented any implication towards delicacy and softness, but sometimes, just sometimes, he didn't mind when it was with John. Gale had to fight and claw and scrap for everything he got in life, even his relationship. John's steady determination to take care of him with every inch Gale allowed was a relief sometimes, an opportunity to let go and hand off the reins to someone else, and trust they weren't going to derail his hard fought and hard-won life.

John shifted his foot until Gale felt the pinch. His eyes fluttered shut and his teeth left purpling dents in his lip.

"I said, what was that today, Cleven? Because it sure as shit wasn't anything I told you to do."

"I'm…I'm sorry." Gale wasn't sorry at all. How could he bring himself to regret a single thing that had led to him here under the mercy of John's heel and his gaze.

"Coach."

"John."

"You say, I'm sorry coach."

He shifted his foot away from the crook of Gale's groin, and not even Gale's desperate clutch on the back lip of the bench kept him from lurching forward for the hem of his pants in a desperate grab to bring him back.

But the foot hit the ground in a disappointing clack.

"You let me down today, Cleven."

Gale's stomach lurched. Thick, calloused fingers skirted along his jaw, and anchoring balm in the face of John's disappointment. They settled under Gale's chin and forced his head up at such an angle, it stretched the front of his throat and made it difficult to swallow back the build-up in his mouth.

You, Gale wanted to swear through a mouthful of John's leather belt. And maybe John read it in his wide, wet eyes and parted lips. Because he tssked anyway and put a whole two feet between them.

"I think you need a lesson in focus." John crooked two fingers, his other hand propped on his hip. "On the floor."

Gale looked down. The floor was shiny and smelled of lemony chemicals. Freshly cleaned.

"Gale. Get on the floor."

Gale slid off the bench onto his knees and sat back on his haunches.

But John still wore that sad frown and twisted purse of his lips. It made Gale want to collapse into those thighs which no amount of fine tailoring could slim down, and beg John what he wanted to stop looking at him like that, so he could just give it to him.

"Down further." John stepped back and Gale slapped clumsy hands against the rubberised flooring as he swallowed up John's retreat until his was pressed stomach down, leaning up on his forearms. His legs kicked up, entirely without his asking. Like a school girl prostrate before her crush.

John took two careful steps closer. One heavy sneaker slipped into the space between his forearms, where his chin might be if he laid face down on the floor.

"Further."

Gale almost wished he hadn't foregone the boots and knee-high socks as he lowered his legs back to the floor and the chill of the floor seeped in and cooled the tense muscles. Only John's sneaker protected Gale's face from the same fate. Gale swept his palms to press under his shoulder and leaned down and down until his mouth and his nose hovered above the leather.

John would be cross if he drooled all over it. He swallowed back a mouthful.

John didn't say anything, but Gale felt the weighted burn of his stare on his nape, the flex and shift of his shoulders and hips as he settled into position, the curve of his ass that felt like it was only just hidden under the shorts, despite the tiny, entrapping pair of briefs he'd been made to wear under them.

Goosepimples erupted up his arms and down his legs, all the little hairs standing on end.

"How about we start with twenty?"

Gale slipped for a moment and grinned into the floor. John did love an excuse to see Gale get physical. He adjusted his form, set his wrists under his elbows, rolled his shoulders back and pressed up. He held it for a sec, letting John admire the line of him. He always waxed lyrical about the lines and angles and juts and refined strength in Gale's body, so he flexed his heels up and down under the guise of perfection his push-up position. He made a show of making sure his ass wasn't sticking out and held himself high up on his arms to show of the strength up his forearms, biceps, triceps.

He heard the tiniest thump of John's toes tapping inside his sneakers. And just as Gale started to lower himself down to complete his first push-up, John lifted the tip of his foot and stuck it under Gale's jaw tilting his head up.

It was a long stretch, and an uncomfortable distance for his eyes to look up. But it was worth it when he saw John gazing down at him, square jaw tight and eyes burnin'.

"Count 'em."

"One." Gale followed John's foot back down.

For the first ten, John simply watched him, sharp and critical like he did his players when they'd performed less than their best and John knew it. It powered Gale's body and his ego like little else and sent him tearing through the next ten with ease.

At fifteen, John started to loop his body, and Gale's rhythm slowed and fell in time with his steps, burning his muscles up a little more than the quicker pace he had before.

"Eighteen. Nineteen." At the top of number twenty, John lifted his foot and pressed it against the thin, barely-there material of Gale's shirt. It was a light touch at first, the simple weight of John's foot. Then he pressed harder. And harder. Until Gale could feel the skin of his back pinch and his muscles had to push against the downward force of John's sneaker.

"You said twenty," he gasped as he tried to hold against the unspoken order to lower himself back down. "John—"

"Coach."

"Coach! You said twenty. You said twenty."

"But look at you," John crooned and Gale didn't have to look at him to know exactly which of his smiles he wore right now. "Not even out of breath. Not a lick of sweat on you. Do it. Again."

With a final push John brought Gale down onto the floor with a grunt. He kept his foot on his back, making Gale press on through the weight. As he rose and fell, rose and fell, his skin rubbed against the hard sole of his sneakers, interspersed with slivers of metal, specially designed for walking around football pitches as he coached. he felt the skin ruddy and redden, fancied he could start to make out the pattern of the treat by the time he got to twenty again, and was so distracted when John's heel slipped into the curve of the small of his back, Gale didn't get chance to muster a single shred of resistance when John pushed him down to the floor again.

"Ah, God." His erection twitched and pulsed against the floor. He couldn't stop the helpless, tiniest thrusts against it searching for the barest modicum of relief. John was so gentle and good to him all of the time, but when he got like this, focused and a little mean, a little physical? Gale never stood much of a chance at any kind of stamina.

"Hmm." John toed a rough line down the small of his back and over the crease of his ass. He sunk his heel into the meat of it, and Gale nearly bit through his lip. The copper was bittery sweet. "We're not doing this right if you're enjoying it so much."

He shifted his foot and it rucked up the short hem of the shorts and Gale felt John's sneaker against the bare curve of skin that peeked out of the briefs.

"M'not. I'm not, coach. I promise."

"It's no good?" That fucker. That smug-faced tricky little bastard. It was heavenly. Hurt in all the right ways and had the back of Gale's eyes burning just as much as his muscles and the heat in his belly. But he couldn't let on or it would ruin the game, and John would stop.

So he clamped his mouth shut, and locked his muscles until the shook from the effort of not rolling between the twin resistance of the floor and John's foot pressing on him.

"Again."

After the first two push-ups, Gale doubted he was going to survive this. The push against John's foot had it massaging his ass and slipping over the seam of him; whilst the press down against the floor jolted against his cock begging for any kind of touch. Twin agonies derived to drive him out of his mind.

His arms were shaking by the time he got to five.

John tutted in false sympathy. "You don't look too good, Cleven. You need to stop? Learned your lesson?"

Like hell.

He pushed down and up, down and up. Then he heard John sit on the bench behind him. And he slipped his foot down further, trailed the hard curve of the toe of his sneaker down Gale's ass, round over his thigh, and all the slow slide under until it pressed against the crowded pouch of his briefs and where he strained under the shorts.

He pushed in hard.

"Oh, God. John. John."

"If I have to tell you one more time…"

"Coach! Fuck, I…"

"You're not done." John's voice was rough and Gale shivered at the only evidence he had that John was just as affected by this as he was, lounging on that bench, watching Gale from behind as he made him rut against his foot like an animal. In his mind he pictured the wide sprawl of his thighs, the strained fabric of his beautifully tailored, navy blue dress pants. The shine of his lips where he licked at them as he tried to catch his breath.

"Keep going, or you can pack your shit up and get the hell out of my locker room."

Gale barely swallowed a whine and pushed down, his arms shaking with the effort not to collapse. John made him push his foot down as he went, and kept the pressure on as Gale pushed himself back up. No relief. No reprieve. Just a constant, blinding pressure as he shook and forced his way through push up after push up. His cock was no longer dripping so much as it was leaking. John's foot rubbed and pressed and wiggled against him. Started dragging back and forth in little pulses and Gale couldn't hold back the moans and whimpers that fell from him with every exertion. His pace picked up, even through the sweat that curled around his forehead, off his hair and splattered on the floor.

The simmering heat in his belly started to bubble and forth. His moans were getting louder, his form sloppy, and behind him John rumbled straight from his chest,

"Fuck that's it, baby. Almost there."

Gale choked on his own spit and a little felt out in a sliver of drool as John pressed against him and stimulated him in earnest now.

"Coach. Coach. I—Jesus. Fuck, I…" Gale was babbling. Nonsensical and desperate pleas to the man above and behind him. For it to keep going, For it to end. For anything he deemed fit to give him.

He gave him it all. Whether from Gale's pleading or his own painful impatience, but John pressed his foot against Gale so hard, that he felt the sensitive skin of his sack pinch like the knife needed to cut through the knot it pierced through Gale's pitiful last defences. He collapsed onto one elbow as his other hand plunged down to clutch John's ankle and keep it there as he rode and rode out his pleasure. The minimal space left inside his tight briefs flooded with sticky heat, and kept flooding. Gale wasn't in a locker room, but somewhere above and outside time and space as he chased the trembling heat and frothy exaltation of his orgasm as far as it would go.

By the time he came back to, his mouth was blabbering against the floor, and he shook from head to toe.

A noise came from John, a little wounded, but like the good boy he was he stayed still. They weren't done.

"You—" his voice shook and John cleared his throat. Shifted it lower and calmer and more in character. But even then he couldn't quite shake the tremor. The softness. "You've got something of mine. Give it back."

The shorts. He meant the shorts. Gale gazed stupidly, on his belly, down the line of his body, realising he'd have to move to get them off.

"One minute, coach, please. Just one. I can't," he gasped through sharp breaths and spittle, "I can't."

"You can. And you will. Give."

Gale cursed and let out helpless little noises as he worked the shorts over his hips, his sensitive cock brushing against the unforgiving floor. Once under the curve of his ass, gale managed to flop over, and wiggled and kicked his legs, but the shorts were too tight, and wouldn't budge. One look at Gale sent his head thumping back against the ground. His eyes blazed with heat and he looked like a starving man staring at his favourite meal.

"I will leave you here, if you don't give me those now, Cleven."

Gale heaved himself up, the idea of being out of John's sphere right now too much to risk. Shaking hands shoved the shorts down his legs and over his feet, and he threw them in John's direction, before leaning back on the palms of his hands, panting.

John felt all over the slippy fabric, inspecting for any signs of wetness or sticky texture, but there were none. Gale's brief had seen to that.

"Good," he murmured, surprised and pleased and Gale flooded with a different kind of warmth when he added, "You did good, Cleven. You did exactly what I wanted."

He let a tentative, exhausted smile twitch across his face.

"But now I want those, too."

John nodded at Gale's crotch, nostril's flaring. His briefs. Wet and damp and squidgy with his release. They were uncomfortable and messy, and—

"I want them. Give them here."

Gale couldn't look away as he sat up straight, slipped one thumb and then another under the waistband and slowly peeled the ruined briefs off himself. Gale looked at John and John's looked at his prize, as Gale peeled them down one leg then another, trying not to get himself any messier than he already was.

Gale held the briefs in his hand, pinching the dry fabric of the waistband between two fingers. He looked between then and John.

"This what you want? Coach?"

Before Gale could tease him, John's hand snapped out and clamped over his wrist, and hauled Gale's whole body into the space between his legs. From the floor, Gale's head fit perfectly in the crook of John's thighs, and he let his head fall there against the ample padding of one of them, and stared unblinking as John yanked the briefs out of his grip, and unfastened belt, buckle, button and zip with one hand. He drew himself out, and thank God Gale was already on the floor, because the sight of John drawing himself out of his pants and wrapping Gale's briefs full of his some around his cock and using them to jerk off would have brought him to his knees.

It looked painful. Hard and swollen and red and straining. Gone too long without attention, love, worship. Gale licked his lips. His hands twitched to touch, and John noticed.

He smirked down at Gale as he denied him. "No. You just sit there and watch." He groaned through a twist of his own wrist. "Maybe—maybe next time you'll— l-listen. Fuck. Then I might let you touch."

Gale's head felt heavy against John's thigh, and his long fingers white-knuckled their grip on the fabric on John's pants. John worked himself at speed, the tenons in his neck straining, his chest heaving.

"Fuck, your panties are so wet."

Oh my god.

"And all for me?"

Gale nodded weakly. His trembling hadn't subsided. Even when he wasn't touching him, John had him riding that edge of overstimulation.

John was almost there. The muscle in his thigh was twitching and his stomach clenched under the crisp white shirt he wore. His grip on himself tightened and a well of absolute filth fell from his lips the way it always did when Gale edged him and he finally got close enough to the edge to feel it.

"Look so fucking good on that floor, Gale. Under my foot and doing what you're told? Shit. Shit. What else would you do for me? Huh? Fuck. What else would you do?"

Gale took a risk and pressed a line of kisses down John's inseam. Just as he reached the apex of his thigh he looked up at John through his lashes and said, "Use you. To get what I want."

John's free hand snapped to Gale's hair and yanked. Gale gasped as his throat was exposed and he heard John curse and moan and felt him thrash through the throes of his orgasm. "Fuck. Fuck. Buck!"

It took minutes before John's hand turned to petting him instead. Gale looked up to see John weakly removing the now sodden briefs and gingerly setting them on the bench next to him.

He made grabby hands down to Gale. "Get up here."

Gone was the clip of Coach Egan. In his place, the attention-greedy and devoted Bucky.

Gale let himself be pulled up and gathered onto John's lap. His curly head dropped to Gale's chest and his arms wrapped all the way around Gale's waist. Anchoring and soothing both, and Gale scraped his fingers through John's curls and smelled the sweet scent of his hair.

Eventually John pecked sweet kissed against his cloth-covered chest and rested his chin in the valley between his pectorals. His eyes were bright with contentment whilst Gale's were heavy and sleepy and sated.

"Was that what you had in mind?" He asked, almost shy. John and Gale were adventurous in bed before they got together. They'd never been shy about exploring new things in their relationship. But those occasions when Gale wanted John to take the reins, Gale knew he worried about pushing too hard or swinging too far out of their dynamic for Gale's comfort.

"Mhm," Gale murmured against his forehead. "Though buy bigger briefs next time, Jesus. Damn things nearly cut off the circulation."

John rubbed a soothing hand over his flank. "I couldn't risk it, Buck. They had to keep everything…contained."

"Oh, so you can risk my cock but not your vintage 1980s Liverpool shorts?"

John's silence was far more indecisive than Gale would have liked.

"Boy—" Gale moved to get off, but John clamped down and pinned him there.

"I'll buy bigger next time; I'll buy bigger next time," he giggled into Gale's neck. "You bring a chance of clothes?"

Gale nodded to his backpack in the corner.

"Get dressed, and we can go home."

But Gale didn't budge. "We can't leave the place like this, John." Drips of both of their slick had escaped the confines of the briefs and were dotted across the floor and the bench. A sizeable puddle of Gale's drool also lay there where his mouth had panted and watered as John put him through his push-ups.

"Buuuck." John whined like a child.

"You remember what the cleaners said?"

"Come on!"

"If they find one more unexplained bodily fluid in here, you're goin' to have a strike on your hands. You want that? You want to be the one to clean up after Crosby? Or explain to Brady why he can still smell Bubbles' socks the next day?"

John flinched at the thought of an irate, upset Brady.

"You get dressed, I'll get the mop."

#fic request #clegan #buck x bucky #football au #footballer!john au #mota au

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venlazlo · 9 months ago

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Mistria VA Fancasts

work was killer, too tired to drawr today.

VA Fancasts under the cut w/ voice samples hehe.

Made in conjunction with my brother and we don't consume that much media so take this with a grain of salt and maybe drop a suggestion.

Nora - Leda Headey [Amelia - Infinity Train]

Holt - Sungwon Cho [Senshi - Dungeon Meshi]

Celine - Erica Mendez [Mia Karnstein - Code:Vein]

Dell - Noël Wells [Kelsey - Craig of the Creek]

March - Zeno Robinson [Hunter - The Owl House]

Olric - Joe Hernandez [Boucheron - Fire Emblem Engage]

Ryis - Marcus Scribner [Bow - She-Ra and the Princesses of Power]

Landen - Luc Roderique [King Harrow - The Dragon Prince]

Juniper - Veronica Taylor [Manuela - Fire Emblem Three Houses]

Valen - Cissy Jones - [Lilith Clawthorne - The Owl House]

Terithia - Cassie Ewulu [Saphir - Fire Emblem Engage] [Bonus]

Balor - Kumail Ali Nanjiani [Howell - Bee and Puppycat]

Hayden - Matt Mercer is just the obvious choice

Errol - J.K. Simmons [Stanford Pines - Gravity Falls]

Josephine - Roz Ryan [Cake the Cat - Adventure Time]

Hemlock - Bruno Campos [Prince Naveen - The Princess and the Frog]

Reina - Brenda Song [Anne Boonchuy - Amphibia]

Maple - Grace Rolek [Connie Maheswaran - Steven Universe]

Luc - Terrell Ransom Jr. [Darwin - The Amazing World of Gumball]

Elsie - Susan Egan [Rose Quartz - Steven Universe]

Adeline - Genesis Rodriguez [Perfuma - She-Ra tPoP]

Eiland - Brian Timothy Anderson [Rosado - Fire Emblem Engage]

Caldarus (Statue) - Glen McCready [Omeluum - Baldur's Gate 3]

Seridia - Mallorie Rodak [Frieren - Frieren] (placeholder i almost put veronica taylor again)

Darcy - Danica McKellar [M'Gann M'Orzz - Young Justice]

Louis - John Michael Higgins [Varrick - The Legend of Korra]

Merri - Elizabeth Grullon [Camila Noceda - The Owl House]

Vera - Kirby Howell-Baptiste [Grace Monroe - Infinity Train]

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ophelia-gaunt · 4 months ago

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Helena Egan as Helly R. 🤝 Kylo Ren as Matt the Radar Technician

Literally undercover boss

#severance #helly r #helena eagan #kylo ren #matt the radar technician #snl #Star Wars #snl star Wars sketch #‘ready to have some real talk with some real folks’#corporate wants you to find the difference between these two pictures

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firstlightfanfics · 7 months ago

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Love fan fics?

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*our stories are currently aimed at women who like men but I'm open to receiving other stories. Just message me 😁

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arkhamknightz · 2 years ago

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masterlist!! - a quick look at all of my work :)

spiderman!

super cafe! - tasm!peter

in sickness, and in health - tasm!peter , till death do us part

ghost of you - tasm!peter

to love someone else - tasm!peter

dc universe

lacy - dick grayson

when wally falls in love - wally west

masters of the air

sunday, monday or always - bucky egan

criminal minds

tolerate it - spencer reid , closure pt. 2

exile - spencer reid

andrew garfield!

love grows

crush culture , part 2.

sleepy baby!

steve harrington

bullshit.

i didnt mean it

joe keery

love songs about you

matt murdock

cruel summer

walter mckey

cant stand it

evan peters

labyrinth

delicate

miscellaneous !

dustin henderson - replacement

eddie munson - revealed insecurities

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thegriddleharkmusicblog · 3 months ago

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List of songs on my Spotify playlist

Some people have requested to see the songs on my playlist so(this took longer than I thought it would) also not all of these necessarily “fit” some of them I just like to imagine griddlehark AUs to, I’m going to sort these some other time and probably take some out but it’s 10 pm here

I Hate Everything About You, Three Days Grace

Sk8er Boi, Avril Lavigne

Best of You, Foo Fighters

THE LONELIEST, Măneskin

Savior, Rise Against

Sugar, We're Goin Down, Fall Out Boy

Dear Maria, Count Me In, All Time Low

Atlantis, Seafret

Sweater Weather, The Neighbourhood

Line Without a Hook, Ricky Montgomery

Let Me Down Slowly, Alec Benjamin

There You Are, ZAYN

Stitches, Shawn Mendes

Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Paloma Faith

die first, Nessa Barrett

They Don't Know About Us, One Direction

Ghost Of You, 5 Seconds of Summer

Unconditionally, Katy Perry

Walk Me Home, P!nk

NAVE

Don't Give Up On Me,Andy Grammer

All of Me, John Legend

In the Name of Love, Martin Garrix, Bebe Rexha

better off without me, Matt Hansen

Clarity, Vance Joy

Hold My Girl, George Ezra

Don't Blame Me, Taylor Swift

Take Me to Church, Hozier

Another Love, Tom Odell

Soldier, Before You Exit

So Far Away, Martin Garrix, David Guetta, Jamie Scott

Find My Way Back, Eric Arjes

Him & I (with Halsey), E G-Eazy, Halsey

Work Song, Hozier

Bleeding Love, Leona Lewis

I Won't Say (I'm In Love), Susan Egan(the one from Hercules)

Fire On Fire, Sam Smith

Grenade, Bruno Mars

The Drug In Me Is You, Falling In Reverse

Mercy, Shawn Mendes

All I Want, Kodaline

Haunted (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift

Control, Zoe Wees

What A Time, Julia Michaels, Niall Horan

Too Good At Goodbyes, Sam Smith

lovely (with Khalid), Billie Eilish, Khalid

If I Would Have Known, Kyle Hume

Running Up That Hill, Kate Bush

Love Is Gone - Acoustic, SLANDER, Dylan Matthew

idfc, blackbear

Nothing Breaks Like a Heart, Mark Ronson, Miley Cyrus

Half A Man, Dean Lewis

Make Up Your Mind, Florence + The Machine

What Is This Feeling?, Ariana Grande, Cynthia Erivo

If We Have Each Other, Alec Benjamin

Meet you at the Graveyard, Cleffy

The One That Got Away, Katy Perry

I Think I'm In Love, Kat Dahlia

Happiest Year, Jaymes Young

I Don't Wanna Live Forever, ZAYN, Taylor Swift

Dusk Till Dawn (feat. Sia) - Radio Edit, ZAYN, Sia

Back To You, Selena Gomez

Happier, Marshmello, Bastille

The Story Of Us (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift

Dress, Taylor Swift

Allies or Enemies, The Crane Wives

A Match Into Water, Pierce The Veil

Disease, Lady Gaga

Red (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift

Skyfall, Adele

In The Stars, Benson Boone

Before You Go, Lewis Capaldi

Say You Won't Let Go, James Arthur

Built To Be Bad, Grace Gachot, Alex Sampson

Rewrite The Stars, Zac Efron, Zendaya

All | Wanted, Paramore

Breathe In, Breathe Out, David Kushner

Daylight, David Kushner

Sweet Oblivion, David Kushner

Treat You Better, Shawn Mendes

Hold Me While You Wait, Lewis Capaldi

Arcade, Duncan Laurence

Wait for lt, Leslie Odom Jr.

We Hug Now, Sydney Rose

Love In The Dark, Adele

The Moon Will Sing, The Crane Wives

You're Somebody Else, flora cash

Indigo, Sam Barber, Avery Anna

Only If For A Night, Florence + The Machine

Separate, PVRIS

I miss you, I'm sorry, Gracie Abrams

Let Her Go, Passenger

Fight or Flight, Conan Gray

Go Tonight, Krystina Alabado, Emma Hunton

This Is Love, Air Traffic Controller

Not Dead Yet, Lord Huron

I'm Your Man, Mitski

Kiss With A Fist, Florence + The Machine

Francesca, Hozier

Going to Marrakesh, The Extra Glenns

River, Bishop Briggs

Here’s a cookie if you made it all the way down here 🍪

#griddlehark #gideon the ninth #gideon x harrow #harrow the ninth #the locked tomb #lesbians #sapphic #wlw #wuh luh wuh #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #tlt #music #Spotify #I need more fanfics

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nosebleedsturn · 1 month ago

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twenty-eight ; v.

Words: 2,600

parts of this story don't really relate the the triplets real life timeline, but this is my character and how i make my story. so yes, techincally in 2024 the triplets were still visiting family this late into december, and yes their milan trip was an important way to end/begin 2025 but this is my story. and don't worry, milan will happen lol. but here are 6 posts in one day!

monday, december 27th, early morning, 6:00 am

today was a day to be celebrated.

that's what vega had to keep reminding herself to keep from crying. she hadn't gotten much sleep last night, lying wide awake in her bedroom. camille had broken the news that she was undoubtedly attending the new york school of ballet for the spring semester. vega was so proud of her best friend, it was such a bittersweet feeling. the trio had waited an extra year to be able to move out of new york, waiting for camille to graduate just for her to come running right back to the place she had cried and lost sleep over. but whatever camille wanted, vega was going to support without hesitation.

watching camille grow up was inspiring. she's turned into a beautiful young woman and vega couldn't keep that from being true, as much as she wanted cami to be seventeen year old teenager, she wasn't. vampires didn't exist in this timeline.

but aside from all the crying the trio had done, attending as many shows as they could with sam, nick and chris by their side. they just wanted a few more moments with cami. just one more before she said he final goodbyes come january first. in full truth, the emails had been sent out within the next few days.

it explained the dorms, how classes worked, scheduling, ballet attire, the giftshop, curfews for those living in dorms. most of that wasn't a problem for cami since she had a place to stay in the area.

camille had also gotten very close with the girl played clara and the one playing the sugar plum fairy. vega and mal had noticed it was like she was being welcomed into a new trio, a new family. once, after the third show, the group of five girls had all gone out, getting to know one another and share stories. it was like a rite of passage almost, cami was really crossing the bridge from being a little girl to a woman, that's how mal and vega felt.

mal and vega asked them tons of questions about everything. their families, how they were raised, milk before or after cereal. they all had a good laugh, reminiscing on past moments with camille as well, embarrassing her like they were metting cami's boyfriend. not even chris had heard these stories yet, but if cami was going to be back in new york, without her best friends, mal and vega figured someone out there had to be looking out for their little sister.

and now today, vega treated them all to disneyland. rather than gifting them presents or something, they were all going out together. of course nick chris and matt had come along. and for the first time, chris was going to be driving them. driving them mad actually.

"come on! let's go!" chris urged from the living room, matt and nick were practically falling asleep beside one another on the couch, wrapped up in a throw blanket and pillows. each of them were dressed respectively for the day. it was probably going to be a little cold, not too cold though considering la was always the same temperature. plus, there wasn't going to be much rain this winter season much to the dismay of malerie. but at least the day wasn't going be be ending wet. probably.

this was probably one of the few outfits vega had to buy rather than be made for her.

camille's outfit was hand picked by malerie and vega, ordered for fast shipping as soon as vega had put in the requested date for their getaway. it was sweet and pink like she was. a dainty little white t-shirt with marie that cat from aristocats (ignore the words on the bottom they're kinda cringe so they don't exist anymore). a simple pair of blue denim shorts, black ears with pink ribbons tied around each circular mickey ear to form a bow, very camille, very demure. vega saw a girl do it on tiktok and admired the simplicity in it, but it was also interchangeable, you could add whatever decorations you wanted. and a pair of those pink shoes everyone's raved about for months on disney-tok. thankfully camille had seen them long ago, liked and purchased them.

it was never a good idea to wear brand new shoes in amusement parks. malerie on the other hand was wearing black jeans, a black shirt, and a pink blinged out baseball cap with i heart fantasy written across the top. vega's outfit was a pink and green halter top, pink sequin disney ears she's had for years, and greenish tan colored cargo pants. and then the three boys chilling in the living room were all dressed for the occasion. mal had done most of their planning, vega had been in a mood all week and no one actually wanted to put of with her attitude, but hopefully today's excitement will dull her attitude and bring back the happier version of vega they've come to love. nick was wearing a plain white let's trip t-shirt, with a little rainbow design on it and some jeans.

chris wanted to be all lovey dovey and match with his girlfriend and was wearing pink clothing as well. a simple pink fresh love shirt and some blue jeans. matt on the other hand was wearing the white eeyore shirt with the blue accents, jeans, and a blue shirt underneath the button up.

camille was the first to ascent from her room, stumbling up the stairs with a giddy expression and showing off her out fit to chris. cami had a feeling that chris was going to make their relationship official tonight, like officially official and that in itself was exciting. she was a tad bit nervous though. sam expressed his gratitude in being invited, but he had to work an extra shift to make up for dipping last minute to watch cami's show. three or four times this passed week. cami didn't have any shows today, letting the group of dancer's have a bit of a break.

there had been a few other scouts, pulling aside other girls to invite them to other prestigious dance schools. the whole point of the los angeles ballet school was to put them on the map for other schools, improve, and prove to the scouts that you are good enough to get scholarships and so on.

malerie then descended from her bedroom, dressed, sleepy, but ready to go. and then finally vega, makeup and hair done to her liking. she grabbed her backpack, matching her minnie ears in sequin pinkness, and followed the sound of giddy voices. she emerged from the bedroom parallel to matts. everyone seemed to get quiet for a moment. none of the triplets had spoken to vega, aside from chris in passing during camille's shows. she wanted to do something to make it better but didn't even know where to begin. they all had every right to be mad at her, for one reason or another. she was simply no better than all their fans that she made fun of all the time, one of the reasons she didn't like them at first. it was embarrassing behavior and made her feel terrible. "are we ready?" she asks quietly. matt's head raises from his phone to look up at her.

truthfully, he didn't really know why everyone was mad at vega. he knew she said something incredibly mean to his girlfriend, but no one wanted to tell him what it was that she had said. he didn't really mind anyway, and for that it made him feel terrible.

the ride to anaheim was short lived, but long enough that vega was already losing herself. it was so quiet. chris sitting up front, letting matts ankle rest for once, camille perched neatly beside him. nick and matt were sitting in the middle, vega and mal sitting in the very back. things were awkward between mal, nick, and vega the most. mal had confided in nick about the whole situation. malerie didn't really know why she felt so protective over justina, but deep down she really knew why.

not only was she mad that vega was using the same techniques daniel had used on her, being cruel to everyone around her, throwing in shady remarks that everyone else but the person in question could hear. making fun of them without them even realizing it. and malerie wanted to protect vega from the same fate daniel had met. living a low, lonely, and embarrassing life. sure vega was free of him, but there were still little pieces of vega that hadn't been put back together. people weren't like puzzles, but the way vega had been torn down and shredded like paper made being pieced together difficult.

and secondly, when vega was gone, malerie had found herself being around people who did the exact same thing. no, vega didn't know about that. no one did, but malerie thought she deserved it at the time, being talked down upon. simply because she let her friend disappear and turn into a ghost.

after checking in, the walk in downtown disney was a bit rushed, the adrenaline and excitement coursing through the group. it hadn't been too long since the triplets had gone to disneyland, but it had felt like forever since vega and the girls had gone. chris and camille held hands, walking into the theme park together. the two requested to go off and do their own little thing, leaving four to accompany one another. although vega really felt like it was a threesome kinda thing...

well in the sense that.

never mind.

the group walked down main street, nick and malerie having a jolly good time laughing about all the masked figures lining the brick court. vega sped up a bit, walking in line with matthew. he glanced down at her, a little surprised she was so close. he didn't know if he was supposed to say anything or not.

with a surge of uncharacteristic nervous confidence, vega stopped matt, pulling him aside and losing nick and mal in the morning crowd. matt's eyebrows raised, staring down at vega. did she get shorter or had he just not noticed until now. they've never been this close. she had pulled him into a side alleyway, a bathroom not to far from them and a starbucks immediately behind them. "what are you doing?"

"can i talk to you?"

matt's eyebrows furrowed. "i have no other choice. you got me cornered." matt surrendered. "yeah.. i-right.." vega took a deep breath. "i wanted to apologize to you. i will apologize to justina later if i ever get the chance but i wanted to say that i was sorry to you first. i don't apologize for anything much, i'm terrible at it. i just.. i never know what to say, and i know what i'm sorry about i just hate having to put it into words." vega's gaze was everywhere except for matt. her shoes, his shoes, the people around them. their reflection in the window, the birds in the sky.

"what i said to justina was uncalled for and just... mean. i don't want to be mean matt i know i can be very mean and i don't wanna be a mean girl forever." vega cries in exasperation. "i mean, i didn't even know what i was saying when i said it! which, doesn't make it any better. i didn't even realize i was being mean and i feel terrible. i pushed you to date her, and i said she was good for you and she is, i can tell. kinda i don't really know her like at all. but she's so pretty, and she's so kind."

matt stared at vega in awe, unblinking, and a little shocked out her sudden outburst of apologies. matt had never even heard vega utter a 'sorry' after bumping into a stranger, or even in a mocking tone. this.. this was a whole other side that vega never showed. but she showed it to matt for some probably stupid reason he'd end up making her regret, without a doubt.

"i'm just so sorry. and i totally get it if you hate me, if you never wanna speak to me again. just.. just say the word and i'll leave you alone, forever."

matt stood there, frozen, staring at her still. he didn't know what to say. he knew what she was apologizing for, and clearly it was quite bad if she was having an outburst about it. matt just smiled slowly, pulling vega in for a hug. vega stiffened. he was touching her.

"relax v, i was never mad at you. i don't even really know what happened." matt shrugged, whispering in her ear. vega didn't even have the heart to correct him on using the nickname only for cami and mal.

"but thank you for apologizing anyway. i'm sure justina won't be mad either. i know, and i'm sure she'd understand that you were just having a bad day." matt finally pulls away. "mal explained that it's kinda tight on money right now and with cami moving out it's gonna get worse before it gets better."

"i'm happy for her though." i argued, not wanting to look like a bad friend and not appreciate all the work she's put in. "no, i know." matt reassured. "which is why you were having a bad day. you were feeling guilty about wanting the best for cami, not wanting her to leave, the stress of her leaving. it's okay. i promise justina isn't some terrible monster."

vega smiled, feeling suddenly so at ease with everything and everyone. it was a little scary actually. but vega nodded in confirmation, she believed matt. she'd had to or else she'd be suffering the whole entire day, still racked with guilt.

N O S E B L E E D S

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ending it awkwardly cause i want the whole next chapter to just be them having a good time. but...

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