#n tallon

[beyondthegame]

N’s already had…scathing things to say about the mc regarding their Inter City signing which is along the lines of “I’m a much better player than them”

One of my favorite things to do with characters who have rivalry is to... completely ignore said rivalry. I love mismatching energies like that. 😌 Always very funny to me.

Reporter: (...) And what do you think about what [N] had said lately about you?

MC: (bored) I don't think about N at all.

I’ve written this scene in game already and the mc can totally react like that!! It’ll probably just lowkey annoy N more because they love competition.

[budutinahrobnositmandarinky]

i found this emojiridden copypasta that i made in 2020 in the depths of my notes app and i think the world (like 3 people on tumblr dot com) should see it.

twin size mattress

This 👉 is for the lions 🦁 living 🌱in the wiry⛓️ broke 🚫💸 down ⬇️ frames 🔳 of my friends 🤼 bodies 🏋️‍♀️

When ⌚the flood water 🌊 comes🏃‍♀️, it ain't💁‍♂️ gonna be clear 💎

It's gonna look 👀 like mud 🤢

But I 🙋will help 💪 you swim 🏊

I 🙋‍♂️ will help✌️ you swim 🧜

I'm gonna help 🙏 you swim 🤽

This 👈 is for the snakes 🐍 and the people👫 they bite 🦷

For the friends 🤸 I've made; for the sleepless 🚫🛌 nights 🌌

For the warning ⚠️ signs I've completely ignored 🤦‍♀️

There's an amount to take 🎁, reasons 🤔 to take more 🛒

It's no big 🧿 surprise 🥳 you turned out 📝this way 🛣️

When they close 🗝️ their eyes 👁️ and prayed🛐 you would change ♻️

And they cut your hair 💇‍♂️, and sent 📨 you away ↪️

You stopped ✋ by my house 🏠 the night 🌌 you escaped 🏃‍♀️

With tears💧in my eyes 👁️, I begged 🙏 you to stay🕺

You said 🗣️, hey man 👨‍🌾, I love 😍 you 💆‍♀️ but no 🙅‍♂️ fucking way 🛤️

I'm sure 👩‍🏫 that we could find 🕵️ something🙌 for you 🧘‍♀️ to do on stage 🎶

Maybe shake 🗯️ a tambourine 🥁 or when I sing 👨‍🎤, you sing harmonies 👩‍🎤

This 👐 is for the lake 💦 that me and my friends 👬 swim 🏊‍♀️ in

Naked 🧖‍♂️ and dumb 🤪 on a drunken🍹 night 🌃

And it should've 🙈 felt good 👍

But I 🙋‍♀️can hear 👂the Jaws 🦈theme song 🎵 on repeat 🔁 in the back 🔙 of my mind💆‍♂️

Make sure you kiss 💋 your knuckles ✊ before ⏪ you punch 👊 me in the face 👩

There are lessons 👨‍🏫 to be learned 🧐, consequences 😬 for all the stupid 🤪 things I say 🗣️

And it is no 🚫 big surprise 🎉 you turned out this way 🛣️

The spark ✨ in her eyes 👁️

The look 👀 on your face 👩

I will not 🚫 be late ⚰️

I'm sure 🤔 that we could find 🕵️‍♂️ something for you 🙇‍♀️ to do on stage 🎤

Maybe shake 🌀 a tambourine 🥁 or when I👩‍🎤 sing, you sing 👨‍🎤 harmonies

I wanna contribute 🤲 to the chaos 🦠

I don't wanna 🙅‍♂️ watch 👀 and then complain 😾

'Cause I am through ☠️ finding blame 🙊

That is the decision 🤔 that I have made 🚽

She hopes 🙆 I'm cursed 🧙‍♂️ forever ♾️ to

Sleep 💤 on a twin-sized 👯 mattress 🛏️

In somebody's attic ⬆️ or basement ⬇️ my whole life 👴

Never graduating 🎓 up in size to add ➕ another ⏭️

And my nightmares 👹 will have nightmares👺 every night 🌃

Oh, every night 🌉, every night 🌌

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Girl I just had an idea and I immediately went to you 😳

Ok so imagine the hantengu clones s/o stuck in a wall or a fence don't matter but like I know it gets steamy once they see their s/o in that position 🤞🏾

Dumb slayer♡

YOU'RE BRAIN IS AMAZING 🙈🙈🙈 the way I kept giggling and kicking my feet making this😆😆

Warnings: fem!reader, reader is mentioned to be a swordsman (but is dating the clones lol), 5some, public sex, humiliation, throat fucking, praising and Degrading, rough sex

"So... how did you manage to get yourself stuck here?" Aizetsu asked, looking at you with more pity than usual, letting you hold onto his hands for support. "W-well, I was training, and I tried to use a new breath form, and it flew me back, so I'm here now," you said, looking at Aizetsu.

"Fucking idiot" Sekido said on the other side of the wall. You and hear the loud laughter of Karaku and Urogi and you felt like dying from the embarrassment "what kind of breath form makes a human fly back in this postion!?" Urogi laughed at you harder. "If only you could see how funny you look," Karaku said.

You couldn't take the embarrassment anymore and covered your face. "Can you guys just help me out of this, please!? I can't get out, " you said, almost crying. Aizetsu was the only one who felt bad for you in this state and just moved your hands away from your face and held your hands. "Don't cry it'll make me sad..." Aizetsu looked at you with a frown.

"Even though you look ridiculous like this, it's still a great view... perfect level for me too, " Karaku said, looking at your ass. You use your muscle strength to lift your legs up and cover yourself from behind as much as possible. "Why are you hiding yourself from us? It's not like we've seen you without this skirt on before," Urogi chuckles, lifting your skirt up with his Tallons.

You looked back. You dont know why you looked back since there was just the wall you were stuck in, but you just felt a cold claw lift your skirt up and grop your ass. You turn back to Aizetsu and get a glance at his hard dick print through his pants. Aizetsu took notice and held your hands tighter. "Sorry y/n... y-you just look so cute in this position."

"Fuck yeah she gose" Karaku said pressing his thumb on the wet spot on your panties making you wiggle your hips from the pleasure. Karaku chuckles and uses his fingers to rub at your clit "I don't think I wanna help you out of this postion just yet" he said

You couldn't see the others but you could tell what they weren't going to help you until they've been satisfied. you bit your lip feeling yourself getting more and more turned on from ho Karaku kept rubbing his fingers on your clothed pussy, the sexual desire grew more and more and you made sure to look around. Aizetsu raised his eye brow "are you okay? Does it hurt being stuck like this? You poor thing..." he said.

You shake your head to Aizetsu's question, "....th-theres no one around out here, right? Except you guys, right?" You asked, and Aizetsu nodded. "Sadly no," Urogi answered with disappointment in his tone, but you know he had a big grin on his face. "Then let's make this quick, ok?".

Aizetsu pulled his cock out the second you gave the okay "stick out your tounge~ please-" he said only to be shoved by Sekido who came from the other side of the wall "you're always having her suck you off. Since you want to be fucked like a slut in public you're sucking my cock frist" he said pulling it out and Urogi groans "what about me!?" He yelled "y/n can take care of all three of us... she's done it before" Aizetsu said softly as the 3 demon men surround you with their hard cocks in your face.

Karaku stayed behind you and pulled down your panties "fuck~ usually I'd take my time tounge fucking you dumb but.." he let out a heavy sigh, sticking his long tounge out letting a huge glop of saliva fall from it onto your hole making it slide down to your pussy to lubricant it "our princess asked so nicely for us to be quick" he smirked and slowly pushes his thick cock inside you "taking me so good, like always" he said thrusting his cock I'm your tight hole

You gasped at Karaku's sudden movements not letting you adjust like usual to his size and your mouth hung open with loud moans escaping your mouth only to have Sekido's cock shoved having you quiet down. "Hurry up. Get to work," he says and lets out a groan when you Bob your head sucking him off moaning on his cock. You looked over at Aizetsu and Urogi on the opposite sides of you and use your hands to jerk them off.

"Aah~ y-y/n your hand feels so good~ squeeze my cock a little, please~" Aizetsu said already becoming a moaning mess "if only you could see yourself right now" Urogi laughed enjoying how you're struggling to suck Sekido off with your hands busy and nothing to hold on for support "but still. You look so fucking pretty like this" he said pulling your head up by your hair after a few minutes of sucking sekido's cock and then shoves his cock in your mouth "fuckk~ thats right moan on it princess" Urogi moans

"What the hell are you doing!?" Sekido yelled "oh fuck off. you had your turn" Urogi argues, thrusting his cock in your mouth "that's it, fucking take it, keep moaning on my cock it feels so good" he smirks. "I wanna hear those pretty moans too but your mouth is so full of cock isn't it y/n" Karaku teased, snapping his hips faster. grabbed your ass to see the thick white ring on his cock making him moan in satisfaction "what a pretty mess" he spanks your ass making you moan loudly.

Aizetsu was getting Impatient and pushed Urogi after a few minutes and shoves his cock in your mouth holding your head "cant wait anymore- haa~ need to cum down this pretty throat" he whimpers softly with his eyes closed "make sure to take care of the others to y/n" Aizetsu said with broken moans and starts to fuck your throat.

You're eyes began to roll back with tears filling your water line getting plesured from behind and having another thick cock fuck your throat. The sounds of your moaned while having the sounds of your throat fucked sounded like heaven to their ears but you still needed to get the job done

Sekido tapped your face, snapping you back to your sense, and grabbed your hand, groaning and moaning in anger. "How dare not focus on me. Make this hand fucking useful and make me cum" he said as you start to jerk him off faster as well as urogi. Urogi let's out a laugh mixed with moans "look at her eyes rolling back, she's already fucked out! Keep making that face y/n" he said as his cock has pre cum leaking from it.

"You're close, aren't you? Cum on my cock slut i know you want- no you need too" Karaku said leaning down just enough to have his fingers rub on your clit as he pounds into you and moaned at how you clenched around him "fuck princess, fuck~ gonna cum- cumming, cumming!" Karaku moaned as he cums deep inside.

You moan loudly on Aizetsu's cock sending a Pleasurable vibration on his cock when you came on Karaku's. "Take it all. please, please, please" Aizetsu begs and trembles as he cums down your throat.

Urogi and Sekido came moments later getting it on your hand but some getting on your face, Aizetsu pulls his cock mouth your mouth and gasped letting your head fall but Aizetsu lifting up your chin "good girl" he says and kisses your forehead

"Not bad, this is a nice look on your" Sekido comments with a smirk on his face and Urogi chuckling at your weak form clinging onto Aizetsu.

Karaku spreads you open watching his cum leaking out of you and run down your legs "nah, she looks a lot better from back here~"

[the-fiction-witch]

Breed P4

Media Irl x SCfi

Character Thomas Brodie sangster

Couple Thomas x reader

rating smut

Concept Breed series

Smut full sex/ princess/ 

I unpacked the few things I had brought with me even if admittedly it made me realize just how little I had with me with I had such an ample space to fill. Luckily the room was already full of items for me, soaps and sweet towels in the bathroom, brushes and combs on the vanity, and even a few dresses in the wardrobe even if most of them were not much more than half see-through strips just enough to conceal me. I decided to change into one of the dresses left here for me, I picked out a long ankle-length purple dress that admittedly took me a moment to get on correctly. The fabric was thin but at least it wasn't sheer, it fell on my body without much space to hide with few seams or elastic to give it shape. the dress had a long circle skirt down to my ankles that sat on my waist, and nothing but two long straps of fabric to cover everything on my top half I had to do some pretty intricate work to get it all to stay but at last I made it work.

The longer I waited the more my nerves grew.

Looking out the balcony only made me feel strange...

I think it truly sank in.

I was on a planet far from my home, a place truly alien to me.

I was surrounded by a species I knew nothing about.

Held Captive by a man I didn't know.

I knew little about him, his home, his people, and his culture.

All I knew was it was not my fate to be nothing more than a breeding slave, for the good of a planet I'm sure but still that didn't exactly make me feel much better.

I heard the door open and immediately I froze up hearing it close again,

"Hello Princess" he smirked

"Hello"

"The time has come princess" he smirked

"I suppose it has" I sighed turning to see him, he smiled widely as he saw me coming close to take my hand softly

"You look beautiful" He smiled giving my forehead a kiss "Are you ready?"

"....no" I snapped moving away

"What?"

"No. I'm not"

"Excuse me! you're my breeder. you don't get much of a choice in the matter"

"then why did you ask me?"

"Curtusty"

"Well no," I said going to the balcony but he followed me grabbing my arm the moment he touched my skin I noticed something different his hand gripped me harshly his fingers now claws sharp enough to cut me open like a tallon of a Manix he pulled me close to him pressing my body against his completely

"You really think you get to choose princess." he smirked in my ear "you look so good in that dress, now finish what you've started" He demanded "and if your good I'll let you off tonight" He smirked licking a line up my cheek, I turned and forced myself out of his grip

"No"

"No?"

"No!" I demanded bolting inside but he chased after me leaving me with no choice but to jump on my bed he smirked leaning on the bedpost

"You're a breeder princess, what about that don't you get?"

"No"

"Do you know how nice I've been?" He snapped "I could have kept you like most breeders locked in the dungeons chain around your neck to be used by any man who can get it up enough to fuck you, the fact I gave you a suite, a home, clothes, is not the norm believe me you are an exception. doesn't mean I won't throw you down there if you misbehave. Now lay on your back, open your legs, and do your job" He demanded grabbing my ankles and forcing my legs open but I kicked him off me and tucked my legs under me "where's the pretty little princess who was snuggling with me all morning in the ship? where'd she go I want her back"

"You are not touching me. doing anything to me. until you explain what you are, how this place works and what the fuck that was in the ship"

he rolled his eyes going and fetching himself a drink before he sat at the end of the bed his back against the footboard his legs down the bed towards me "Fine. then you'll do your job?"

"Yes."

"Alright, ask away princess" he says sipping his drink

"Where is this place?"

"This is linley y/n"

"Where abouts in the galaxy are we?"

"Sector 9728." He answered

"What's the ship traffic like here?"

"You don't need to know. You're not going anywhere" he smirked but I glared "not much. Anyone who comes and goes has to sit through the same customs we did very strict about who comes and goes"

"Why?"

"Because of the incident"

"Incident?"

"Many years ago when we were far less prepared for the vast world's that lay beyond our own, a ship came. We welcomed them with open arms and they truly loved it here. They loved our customs, our hospitality, our beautiful home planet, and our women. One night while everyone slept they stole as many woman as they could and slaughtered any men who defied them" he explained "they stole the women away, used them as slaves and whores. Sold them across the universe we've been rather... high strung ever since when it comes to visitors"

"Understandable"

"The few women who were left did their best but... our population has never really recovered and many men and women born of the latest generations are infertile further causing issues."

"You said linly people worked with people like me?"

"Similar genetics. You don't get some of the abilities we have of course but everything else is much the same. Your kind makes such good breeders for us if you can be found fertile. The only real difference between your kind and a fertile linly girl is A the abilities and B you give birth quicker which honestly is a best case scenario" he explained

"Abilities?"

"Due to... the general make up of the planet we have some abilities when we're home"

"Such as?"

"How old would you guess I am?" He smirked

"I wouldn't"

"Don't try to flatter me, princess"

"Twenty five? Twenty seven?"

"Aren't you a sweetheart." He Cooes "I am ninety six"

"What! That's not possible"

"Very possible. We age very slowly in addition to our long lifespans. I'm not even middle age yet" he chuckled

"That thing... you did on the ship"

"I did alot of things on the ship" he smirked

"During the landing"

"Umm?"

"What was that?"

"That is another of our abilities. Though few can do it as well as me." He smirked "it's called liquification, more scientific cell liquification." He explained holding up his hand and like on the ship his skin seemed to turn like water changing into a strange flesh toned mass of moving shape "the ability to turn yourself fluid rewriting yourself cell by cell to appear as whatever you want" he smirked as he spoke his hand changing the liquid mass taking shape into the hand of a manix dark brown with matted fur and sharp claws, the hand of a relien dark blue with webbed fingers and finally the hand of a warlin bright red skin with seven fingers before returning to his normal form

"Like... transformation?"

"If you like"

"Can all of you do that?"

"Yes princess all of me can do that"

"Can everyone here do that?"

"Not everyone. Everyone has the ability to do it takes training and skill to control it be able to use it at will" he explained

"So if you wanted to you could transform into anything?"

"If I wanted too" he smirked "with a few rules"

"Like?"

"I can't change my eye colour, my voice or my hair colour"

"Okay"

"That Put you more or less at ease?"

"A little more I guess."

"Good. Any more questions?"

"How... exactly is this going to work?"

"Well you'll live up here in your luxury suite have all of your needs cared for while I attended to lordly business, and whenever I have the time or... the hard on I'll come up and fuck you. Likely very often the first few weeks, after all I need to break you in" he smirked "im sure soon enough you'll get pregnant and give birth to my child, they'll be taken to the nurseries and well return to our business" he smirked

"Until when?"

"Until I tire of you. Or you lose your fertility" he explained

"Okay"

"I meant what I said on the ship y/n. I wouldn't do this if I didn't have to." He says

"Reassuring"

"Maybe I would, but you'd be a plaything more than a breeder. If you'd prefer too think that way?"

"Not particularly no" I sighed "fine let's just get this over with" I sighed laying down but he came and cuddled me holding me close

"You were excited on the ship? You seemed like you wanted to? What changed?"

"Just all kinds sunk in the situation I'm in"

"Okay, if it helps don't think about it your my princess and I'll take very good care of you"

"You mean it?"

"I do. Come on you seemed so excited on the ship, or do I have to flash you my cock again to get you all excited?"

"You promise... not to treat me to badly?"

"I promise. I won't hurt my princess" he Cooes kissing my shoulder

"Okay"

"Okay?"

"Okay" I nodded turning to face him

"Hi"

"Hi"

"How long do you think it'll take to get pregnant?"

"I don't know. But we'll have fun finding out" he smirked

"Okay just don't rip my new dress" I smiled tugging him closer so our noses could rub together

"No promises princess" he smirked kissing me 

He smirked and tugged my dress up and away from me to expose me to him "fuck." He growled "you look beautiful princess," he said almost unable to stop looking at me but within a second his hand moved to my neck and cheek "come here princess" he smirked pulling me close and kissing my lips with so much passion and energy he pushed his shirt off throwing it to the floor he quickly took both his hands away to work at his belt and pants kicking them off with a smirk "I finally get to use my little breeder. It's been so long." he groans  he didn't waste time both hands grabbing my breast to gently fondle them harshly before turning his attention to my clit giving it a few gentle rubs taking the natural wetness their and using it to rub up and down his shaft to lubricate himself,  he happily got snug between my legs wrapping them softly around his hips "I'm going to enjoy breaking you in princess" he growled slipping inside me quickly making sure he was hilt deep, I blushed hard admittedly feeling a wave of pleasure as he did, he bit his lip as he slowly began to move, he was so slow and gentle all while cursing and groaning under his breath "Uhhh fuck!" He groans "ughh princess" He groans still keeping as his slow pace "fuck.... Uummmm princess. Y/n christ you feel so fucking good" he moans pulling almost completely out and then diving hilt deep again "You are a perfect little breeder princess." He smirked as he began to get faster and faster becoming far more merciless leaving me with little choice but to expose the pleasure he caused me which only made him smirk more and continue so much so he was barely stopping now between thrusts, "fuck! I'm gonna have to keep you under lock and key princess, your pussy is so good. any man on this planet would kill for you princess"

"umm hum" I muttered trying not to give him the satisfaction of my enjoyment

"awww? you not happy pet?" he asks "I can fix that" he smirked now mercilessly rubbing on my clit as he thrusted making me uncontrollably moan "That's better. of course I want my pet to feel good too especially given how good she is for me" he smirked now at a rapid pace enough to leave me a squealing mess each time he reached hilt deep inside me until I had no choice but

"Uuuuhhh! Uuhh ahhhhh!" I squealed feeling the waves of pleasure overwhelm me which made him smirk and chuckle at me

"You're adorable" he cooes stroking an overwhelmed tear from my cheek "you'll get use to it princess" he smirked pinning me against the bed hard getting even faster and more mercilessly still groaning and grunting "Fuck princess!" He groans moving so intensely I couldn't help my overwhelmed screams "don't scream too loud princess," he smirked "Ughhhh UUuuuhhhh-" he groans before suddenly stopping his hips bucking in odd angles until he pulled out and collapsed down beside me gasping for breath "You... are the best breeder I could have possibly picked out" he says "I am going to enjoy you princess" he smirked

[finnpoerebelscum]

FALLOUT - Chapter 10

Chapters Posted: 10 of 18

Rating: T+

Warnings: Canon-typical violence & fighting/blood/gore/graphic descriptions of injury & death (no major character death)/angst/hurt/comfort/Multiple POVs/Original character POVs

Characters/Pairings: Poe Dameron/Finn, Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, BB-8, OCs.

Summary: Still reeling in the aftermath of Crait, Poe Dameron and Finn are sent to a secret Resistance base tucked away on Lothal to serve as acting generals. Their numbers dwindled to barely a handful, and with General Organa’s order grounding all surviving Resistance personnel to heal and regroup, morale is at an all time low. Poe grapples with his inability to sit still; the First Order looms, an ever-encroaching threat to what remains of the Outer Rim’s free space; intimate feelings grow impossible to ignore and a shocking return promises devastating consequences not only for those stationed on Lothal, but for the Resistance and galaxy at large. 

A/N: An AU adventure, a side-quest of sorts, to account for some of the time between TLJ and ROS. Stormpilot centric. Canon up until the end of TLJ (but does not take into account Resistance Reborn or the Finn/Rose arc).

Masterlist

CHAPTER 10

Day 37. Aboard the Nexus, monstrous, Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer, time stood still. It was a miracle he’d even kept track at the

beginning. Tallon Voxel sat unmoving on his metal stool, back to his work, transfixed by the green glow. There were no viewports in his cell, but the interrogation room-turned-workstation had a thin sliver of transparisteel high in the wall opposite the door where Belkadan’s luminescent green aura bloomed, filling the entire window with their proximity. The Dalonbian system was as deep into the L-1 sector you could get without having a foot in Wild Space. 

Day 37 aboard this death ship. Tallon shook himself out of his daze and swiveled his aching body back to the task at hand. All the equipment he’d requested had been provided. Gold bonding wires, epoxy, silicon, tiny ceramic packages… Down to the gold plated pins and tiny integrated circuit.  He thought the latter at least might slow them down a little. But a human male in an officer’s uniform, sallow face contorted with a smirk, had delivered the contents of the entire list within a day. 

37 days ago, Resistance chief engineer Tallon Voxel stood among the foliage of a remote Ryloth jungle, cursing the heat and humidity, swatting at the giant flies that buzzed in an endless circle around his head. The orders came directly from General Organa herself—provide aid to the nearing communities most affected and repair the fresh water filtration system, sabotaged by the First Order in an attempt to collapse their infrastructure. Seven of them total: four assistant engineers, two pilots and Tallon himself. 

All but him were blasted to pieces by a unit of Stormtroopers. 

First, came the torture. He could remember only pieces of the first days. Then the waiting, in a dark, cold cell somewhere in the bowels of the Nexus. Then, torture, again. The cycle went on. 

Unlike Resistance soldiers, Tallon wasn’t trained to withstand torture, although he wondered if even they could resist what finally broke him. His memories were like shards of a broken mirror. Randomly, one would float to the forefront of his consciousness and he would catch a glimpse of himself, bloodied and restrained, a gloved hand outstretched, shredding him from the inside out. The agony kept him suspended between awareness and oblivion; neverending screams filling his ears—he’d only recently realized they were his own. 

“You have free reign to devise this according to your expertise,” a female officer told him. All around her, shiny, black protocol droids bustled and hummed, making quick work of transforming his torture chamber into a lab. “If you are duping us, we will know. I suggest you comply wholly. You have already experienced the only alternative.”

It was simple enough. 

Tallon had intimate knowledge of how Resistance base networks worked—he’d designed most of them. Summarily, it supplied the base with power, maintained its connection to the hyperwaves and encrypted frequencies, and any vetted droid could connect to it to download or upload information. The tricky part lay in bypassing the network’s security, which was layered and near impenetrable to prevent intrusions. 

Intrusions just like this.

Voxel worked diligently, numbing his mind to anything but the mechanical, practiced movement of his fingers as they soldered, twisted and wired together the minuscule components. Half his mind tunnel visioned into the mechanical task. The other half was gone, hand in hand with his wife, walking the bacta fields behind their little homestead on Thyferra. 

The sun warmed the back of his neck and Iyara’s hand was soft, her slender fingers laced perfectly between his. Each night, he held tight the fading image he conjured of her snowy features, dappled with freckles, mahogany hair swaying back and forth against her cheeks in the breeze, until the habitual, dreamless sleep claimed him.

He’d betrayed the Resistance. 

Iyara. 

She would be devastated by him. He could see her smile cracking, crumbling away at his confession. The horror marring her usually open and accepting face. She had no doubt had already been informed he was dead. It would soon be true. 

Captured had always meant dead. If that was unlucky enough to be you, the Resistance would send two of their most diplomatic soldiers to your family’s doorstep the next day to announce your death. Once his work was complete, they no longer needed him. 

Tallon might as well have killed them all with his own hands. His fellow engineers, those he’d taught everything he knew in hopes they’d one day take his place; the cocky pilots for whom he’d repaired countless nav computers and astromechs.

Even amid the relief to be free of torture, the shame burned in his chest, the inescapable reminder of what he’d done just to... To save himself. And worst of all, he knew—without a doubt—he would do it again.

* * *

Baffling as it was, after the Resistance was all but squashed at Crait, there were those who still worshiped General Leia Organa. She remained a threat to be terminated. The blind trust they still had in her…

Pitiful , thought Admiral Cathal Gale. The boardroom table before him was a mirror: tidily filled with officers that looked just like him—pale, pinched faces, atop sharp shoulders in gray uniforms. 

First Order flags would not fly high in every capital until she was eradicated. And with their meager numbers already forced into hiding, the Resistance wouldn’t survive long without their precious leader. They were barely surviving as it was.

Organa had been a significant threat to the Empire. Inexplicably. Laughably. A princess . Derailing the Empire? 

The First Order was far superior. 

More evolved. Resilient. 

Where the Empire failed, the First Order would thrive.

First circulated around the table was talk of overt attacks on any cities housing known Resistance-sympathizers. Mass destruction—leading by example. The idea was a pleasurable one, but not enough. Organa’s whereabouts remained unknown. Since the Battle of Crait, she had managed to elude them completely. If they were to quell these pitiful rebels, they would need to go straight for their heart. 

Tallon Voxel’s capture was accidental. A trooper unit on a territorial expansion mission stumbled across his Resistance shuttle tucked away in the jungles of Ryloth. The Resistance was sent to undo some of the First Order’s careful strategizing (cripple the civilization, if it could even be deemed civilized, by cutting off access to essential resources). 

Voxel fled at the first shot, leaving his friends behind. 

He didn’t have much fight in him. A man of science, he claimed, as he was led aboard the Nexus , who didn’t know any of the Resistance’s plans or strategies. When he broke, it turned out what he knew was far more valuable than the name of which lowly planet the Resistance planned to aid next. And the man could be very talkative when… prompted. His intense avoidance of pain made him somewhat of an oversharer, and they quickly learned the coordinates of the four different bases currently circulating among the rebels as possible locations for General Organa. He could not tell them on which base Organa truly was, but that was of little consequence. They now had precisely everything they needed.

Even with the little information he was privy to, Voxel, despondent fool that he was, eagerly accepted his new mission. He only knew to create a virus; one strong enough to bypass security protocols on any Resistance base. If he ever hesitated, any mention of his little Thyferran wife achieved complete mollification. Voxel completed his task in less than three weeks, and laid the chips out in a tidy row for inspection. 

No larger than a human fingernail, they were iridescent green, with lines of gold prongs sticking out from the bottom. It was marvelous, how four minuscule chips would inflict so much damage. 

“Why did you need four of them?”

Admiral Gale, hands clasped behind his back, slowly looked up from his inspection. He would savor this moment. “There are four bases, are there not?”

“Yes, but… General Organa will only be on one of them.”

“Indeed.” Admiral Gale held Voxel’s gaze, until the satisfying look of horror blanched his features. “We cannot leave it up to chance, now can we?”

* * *

“Look alive, Pava. We’re nearing the drop.”

Static crackled through the comms. “ On you, Snap. ”

“In 3…2…1.”

Snap Wexley, with Jess Pava tight on his tail, dropped out of hyperspace in practiced unison. They expected the yellow curve of Lothal below them. Maybe a few traveler shuttles. Jess’ loud curse filled his cockpit. 

The hulking forms of six Star Destroyers loomed below, as well as several, recently detached trooper transports making their descent to Lothal’s surface. 

It didn’t take long for them to be spotted. 

Several TIEs screamed out of their launch bays and headed straight for them, laser-cannons blasting. Wexley and Pava peeled apart, returning fire. 

Snap whirled around, speed-scanning the blackness pressing in on his cockpit as he rolled out of the line of fire. No sign of any other Resistance fighters in the vicinity. More TIEs barrelled down on him. “Pava! Get out of here!” 

“ Making the jump! ” She was gone. 

Snap followed, his ragged breathing harsh and tinny in the quiet as the bright swirl of the hyperlane enveloped him. Had Kothal suffered the same fate as Mako-Ta, Cassidode VI and Primtara? It wasn’t exactly a mystery who in the galaxy would target Resistance bases so brutally… But actually seeing the fleet above Kothal—it still felt like a gut punch. Since Crait, their main target hadn’t changed either. By the looks of it, they were getting dangerously close. 

More pressing—and utterly chilling—unanswered questions remained. How had they discovered the coordinates to the hidden bases? Worse still, as far as anyone knew, Primtara and Cassidode VI had been running normally for the past several weeks—no distress calls, no reports of First Order activity in any even remotely adjacent sectors… That new kid stationed at Mako-Ta probably didn’t even know what hit him. 

The electric blue swirl, normally calming, familiar, now pressed in on Snap, suffocating, the inevitable cornering him with little room for escape. If Kothal base had suffered the same fate as the other three—Karé, Poe, Iolo, Finn… Karé . 

They were long gone.

[honolulubelle]

Book Review: Her Feud (The Drew Family #7) by  Emma Tallon  @my.author.life @bookouture

Her Feud (The Drew Family # 7) by  Emma Tallon   Amazon  / B&N/ BB   Family is everything to Lily Drew and she’s always battled to keep hers together. But following the death of her only daughter, Ruby, and after losing her son, Connor, to a rival firm, Lily feels like everything she’s fought so hard to protect is about to fall apart: and when a turf war between two rival gangs starts on the…

[delectablywaywardbeard-blog]

Tennis, a Washington vincono americana Gauff e britannico Evans

La statunitense Coco Gauff e il britannico Daniel Evans hanno vinto il torneo di tennis di Washington.     La n.7 al mondo ha conquistato a 19 anni il quarto titolo della sua carriera, battendo in finale la greca Maria Sakkari (n.9) per 6-2 6-3. Il n.30 al mondo ha battuto invece il nederlandese Tallon Griekspoor (n.37) per 7-5 6-3, conquistando il suo secondo titolo stagionale dopo…

[tristan-jarvis-blog]

Fête nationale, Fête postale, Faîte brutal, Effet et rit dans mon futal.

Chaque escouade veut mener ses talons où, N' aura pas loi de Talion, Fier comme un né Tallon, Veut désigner la foule, De son choix tel un lion.

Quand partiront ces feux.. Ces feux d' arts qui pissent, Quelques minutes de tellurique, Se bannira alors la rhétorique, Bardant toujours la troisième contrainte,..

Toujours à charge de sa portée Quand le sur n est pas chargé. Ô la belle bleue .. Ô la rouge deployée, Le divertissement pas effacé..

Fête nationale, Fait postal, Faîte tombé, Le rire ne m' a pas dégorgé.

Tristan Jarvis .

FAÎTE NATIONAL

[beyondthegame]

Can we also win awards like golden boy, kopa or ballon do’r?

Yes, I very much plan to have these awards available. For example, N won best player of the year last year soo it’s also the reason why they’re so smug

[apsny-news]

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Summary: an unscheduled flight sends Geralt and Jaskier into a bitchfit... but maybe Jaskiers one is justified.

Warnings: crack fic, just intended for humour, swearing, dragon!reader dragonshifter!reader

A/N: if i was a dragon i would o100% fuck with jaskier. And im not even sorry. I hope you get a little giggle out of this.

"For fuck sake morganna!!" Geralt swore, tumblingnoff of you as you landed heavily on the plateu of a grey slate mountain. Batti gnyour wings a few times clearing some of the sharper rubble from under your feet.

"I could have handle it!" You rolled your eyes at the pissy witcher. Honestly somtimes to 70 year old acted like a fucking child. Huffing and puffing in a hissy fit when you interrupted one of his battles.

You snorted at him, blowingnhhis hair about his face and smirked at him. He squinted and growled before pointing at you. You grinned him and hpgave a low chortle. Laughing at his display.

"Dont you look at me like that! I had everything under control" you grumbled and released a traumatised looking roach from your front talloned foot. You felt a little sorry for the mare as she wobbled away a few steps and then laid down wanting to be acs close to the ground as she could be.

"Geralt, leave her be. She got us out safely thats what matters" yennefer spoke slipping down from your shoulder landing with a light thump before turning helping ciri down.

"Shes scared the shit out of roach! Look shes lying down! They're not meant to do that!" Geralt cursed waving a hand towards the poor horse that looked very queasy.

"Geralt?" Ciri spo,e with a frown looking around the clearing and then toom a few steps back riseing to her tippy toes and scanned your back.

"Roach will be fine, its not the first time shes been air lifted" yennefer offered trying to placate the witchers bitch fit.

"Err geralt?" Ciri called againnto her soul father now sou dog a little panicked.

"Its not good for her, or us! Especially when shes not giving us warning! Morgannayou cant just shift and snatch us up like that!" Geralt bickered befor turning to you scolding you. It was quite funny. Geralt trying to chide a freakishly large black iridescent dragon.

"GERALT!" Everyone paused and turned to ciri as she shouted.

"Where jaskier?" Your eyes light up playfully as ciri asked for the bards where abouts.

"What? He right... err he was... fuck me did you forget to grab jaskier?!" You shook your head and smiled sheepishly under the witchers amber gaze before looking away, avoiding his eyes and tighened your lips.

"No? Then where? Oh you didnt" geralt stopped himself and shook his head at you half amused, half annoyed. He was trying so hard not the chuckle at you.

"Didnt what?" Yennefer asked teresly stepping beside geralt eyeing you curiously. She was not worried for the bard. No. She didnt worry abotu him, he was a big boy. She was? Concerned? Ciri loved her uncle jaskier and would be upset if anythig happened to him.

"Open." You grumbled and turned your head away from the stern witcher and whined.

"No, do not start with me. Show me" gerlat insisted clasping onto one of your smaller protuding horns and gave a tiny shake. Your head didnt even move, but hais point was clear.

"Open your mouth now" it was at this point yennefer and ciri shared a look before bursting out laughing. Geralt managed to curb his amusment and continued to order you to 'spit it out' li,e a pup that had caught a farm chicken, or toddler who had put bugs in its mouth.

"Spit him out. Spit it out now. Drop him. Drop my bard" geralts voice grew

"Im warning you, spjt my bard out now or you will not be be no huntig for an entire week!" That did it. The threat of not shifting and helping geralt hunt for a week was too much of a risk. Ou loved being able to stretch yourwings and prowl the skies before hunting down prey for your new weyr.

Finally you opened your mouth and spat out the bard that youd kept safely and sound pinned to the roof of your mouth with your tongue.

"Ugh thank god! I thought she was going to swallow!" Jasker screeched as he stumbled onto the ground and fell onto all fours.

"The hell is wrong with you! I could have died!" The bard squalling continued as he moved his hands over hi,self trying the get your spit off his pretty puffy clothes. You snorted at him. He was so dramatic.

"You were fine, she doesnt eat gristle. And youd taste like shit" yennerfer smirking as jaskier was cussing and whining.

"Huh? Excuse you! I am prime beef! tender and lean thank you very much!" You scoffed at jaskiers argument before transforming back into your human form and moved to the packs to grab your clothes.

"Ive seen more meat on a chicken leg" yennefers teasing words only made jaskier gasp. Clearly insulted.

"I promise i wouldnt have eaten you jaskier" you said stepping closer to the group relaxing jnto your human form. Running your fingers through your hair and tying it up in a large lose bun.

"See she appriciates how important i am to society. People need me!" You laughed out loud shaking your head at him as he shouted his victory whilst pointing to you.

"No. Its just human meat tastes like salty chicken. I dont like it" you shrugged befpre sitting on the ground dragging on your boots.

You didnt notice the silence that fell over the group as your words sank in. It was only after laceing your boots you looked up to see them all staring at you shocked and a little frightened.

"What?"

"Youve eaten people?" Ciri asked unsure what to think. It wasnt something she had really thought about before. And the way youd been so casual about mentioning it? It was a little creepy.

"Well a few?.... i mean once or twice.... you know curiosity and accidents" you shrugged not really seeing a big deal. Most dragons have eaten humans once or twice. Many had no choice humans tried hunting them as young drakes as a show of strenght and courage, you only had fire, talons and teeth at your disposal. It was quicker to bite.

"How do you eat someone accidentally?" She asked sarcastically

"It... happens. We get attacked young and bite. And then we dont spit it out. Its nature i am a carnivore"

"Im more concered about the curiosity bit? You ate someone out of curiosity?" Jaskier asked the same disbelieving sarcasm dripping from each word.

"Oh what because youve never munched on man meat out of curiosity?" You huffed feeling slightly attacked. But you told yourself they couldnt help it. Your kind was rare now, humans dont understand your nature as they once did.

"Probably not in the way you meant it" ciri snorted laughing trying toease the tension. She could see you were getting upset.

"Cirilla!" Geralt scolded quickly trying not to smile at the teens quick comment. But ciri rolled her eyes at the witcher and defended herself.

"What you were thinking it too"

"She's not wrong" yennefer hummed nodding in agreement.

"Why does everyone insist i've slept with men! Im straight! I like women!" Jaskier complained alittle too quickly to be believed.

"Your dreams would say otherwise" yennefer snipped back with a smirk on her face. You and ciri chuckled.

"My what? Have you been snooping again!?" The bard yelped horrified at the idea of yennefer peaking into his dreams again. He quickly stood up to face the mage.

"No, you talk in your sleep" you added deciding to get in 0n the fun. Thats all this was, fun. Jaskier was easy to set of. Wind him up and watch him go. It was one of your and yennefers favourite ways to pass the time.

You watched as they all seemed to relax and shh away from the subject. You were relieved , for a second there a small part of you had been worried theh would turn on you. But even so you wanted to reassure them all.

"Trust me id never eat any of you.... and if i did jaskier would be safe." You admitted before smirking and pokeingmmore fun at jaskier.

"Whats that supposed to mean?!" You rolled your eys and waved over his damp form. The once puffy sleeves no drooping acros his shoulders showing hos slim frame.

"Well? Your slim pickings.... Honestly? Geralt would be my first choice. Lots of muscle. Then yennefer, ciri and roach. Youd be my last option... i'd need to be really desperate" you summarised with a shrug.

"You'd eat a fucking horse before me?!" Of course thats what he focused on.

"I want to know why she'd eat me geralt and yennefer before roach?" Ciri chirpped foldjngnher arms across her chest almost insulted by your menu preferences.

"Have you seen him when someone fucks with his horse? No thanks. Horse isnt the worst meat in the world but i dont want it to be my last meal." You pointed to geralt who had wandered nesxt to roach and gpbegan petting her neck.

"Can we please stop talking about eating roach? She can hear you, you know" geralt sighed from beside the horse before muttering to the ,are under his breath. 'Let the dragon tag along they said, it'll be fun they said. Now look traumatised mare traumatised bard and im now on a snack menu'

[italian-queer-history]

''Fuori! Mensile di Liberazione Sessuale''

To start off this blog with style, let's begin with a magazine created by the ''Fuori!'' Association, meaning ''Out!'' [of the closet], also known as ''F.U.O.R.I.'' Association, the acronym for ''Fronte Unitario Omosessuale Rivoluzionario Italiano'' (Italian United Homosexual Revolutionary Front).

This association followed Marxist beliefs, and was active in the 70s, being one of the first groups fighting for the rights of homosexuals in Italy (here ''homosexual'' is used as an umbrella term).

This group was active from 1971 to 1982 and published a magazine with the same name during its life.

Initially, the magazine was supposed to be published once a month, but due to financial problems, it soon started publishing once every three months and by the end of its life, it was published irregularly.

In ten years, there were 32 issues published.

Here's the link to all of them. This old site, omofonie, that's now recorded in the Wayback Machine, did what this blog is doing right now: collects and records Italian queer history. There are also some sources in English, French, and German, on the ''link'' page.

Here's the translation of the cover and the first page of the first issue.

Issue n.1 - June 1972

Aside from what I've already translated, the text under ''giu '72'' says ''monthly magazine for sexual liberation.'' Also, this magazine costed 400 lire, Italy's currency before the euro, which would be about 20 cents nowadays.

Here's the list of articles featured on the first page:

FUORI! collective: Homosexuality and Liberation;

Angelo Pezzana: Who speaks for the homosexuals?;

Sanremo: How to win against those who oppress us;

Alfredo Cohen: Against psychiatry;

Domenico Tallone: The warlocks of capital;

Fernanda Pivano's page;

Cuba-Spain-Feminism: Green Aid;

Page 1: Homosexuality and Liberation

Unfortunately, the text is printed in a very, very tiny font, so it's really difficult to post it in a way that makes it readable. I suggest going to the Wayback machine link if you want to read it properly.

This is the page that talks about ''Homosexuality and Liberation'' as the text in the middle of the page says. Honestly, I have no idea what the little illustration is supposed to be.

Here's the translation of this whole article:

''We've come out, but with a fundamental, authentically revolutionary condition: we've come out with the demand to be ourselves, with the will to find our vital identity again, in a structure where the OTHER has absorbed, morphed, prohibited any expression of the SELF.

Suddenly, without any middle ground solutions, without any stops or reformist checks, we've found in ourselves the right to life, which is first and foremost the right to our body.

We've surpassed the barrier of acceptance that's being offered, urgently, to us, but that is just the ''non-life of everybody''.

We've discovered, in the cultural mediation against our cause, the devitalization and the sinking of the cause itself and we've claimed the right, for ourselves and ourselves only, to talk about homosexuality.

And we've finally understood that our ''abnormality'' is a privilege, at the moment in which, discovering its roots in general oppression, it's allowed us to immediately gain a conscience that goes way beyond the homosexual problem.

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Coming out, for a homosexual, can be everything or nothing, the action that makes one's history or cancels it.

The ''enfant gatè''[1] of literature, the well-awarded director[2], the interior decorator who's absolutely ''in'', they've all come out.

One is still desperately searching for his ''innocence'', he asks for it, he wants it back, he announces it.

Another one shoots fireworks and graciously winks: such a bad girl, but so good[3]!

Another one has a tendency for socio-cultural mediation: the tragedy of the immigrant, the decadent symbolism, the undoing of the bourgeoisie: in any case, any deviation will be met with death.

The crowd cheers, they're all very reassured: beyond that, there's emptiness. The madame, pleased and reassured, chirps: ''This director is so subversive!''[4]

And they, ''out''side only live in their lethal role.

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[1]: Spoiled child;

[2]: Perhaps a jab at famous director Pier Paolo Pasolini, who was gay himself. Angelo Pezzana (founder of the FUORI Association) met him in 1972 and asked him to collaborate in the magazine, but he refused;

[3]: Intended as good at his craft;

[4]: Perhaps another jab at Pasolini. Some of his characters are gay stereotypes, depicted with contempt. One of his characters, a gay man wearing women's clothes, commits suicide in one of his movies;

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THE ROLE: The father, the mother, the son, the professor, the student, the manual laborer, the office employee, the artist, the beautiful, the ugly, the competent, the incompetent.

Three roles for you, five for me, only one for the homosexual: the homosexual, precisely.

The role upsets you, chokes you, you feel it, you want to get out of it.

But then the other role comes in, the one given to you as gratification. The assembly line worker, the production line worker, he understands he can't take it anymore, he wants to explode.

But, once he's home, he's FATHER: ''Whoever has the responsibility of a family can't tolerate disorder!"

And then the mother, more and more desperately mother so the oppressed female[5] that's underneath her, won't understand her situation, won't rebel, she'll ask for a nice Communion for her daughter, a new backpack, plasmon cookies instead.

Everything for her son, everything, and the best of everything.

So then the FATHER - who can doubt that the father is a man? - starts to doubt the validity of his last strike! What a beautiful Communion, though[6].

But not the homosexual, he doesn't have any gratification roles: he's just homosexual.

The professor is competent, always. But the homosexual professor grooms children.

The labels that others have absorb everything else [about them], but whatever role the homosexual has is absorbed by his homosexuality.

The famous homosexual can be just that, so long as he hides, masks himself, and apologizes for his homosexuality. The label wins again.

The lack of gratification roles for homosexuals is only condemnation for those who, like everyone else, are searching for a decent place in a society that gives away dignity but also appropriates itself of any vital space in exchange, they're giving up on their life.

These people want to be accepted, and they don't know that acceptance is offered to them. In some countries, they get married too. They haven't understood that it's in the logic of the capital to absorb people and give back automatons.

You, homosexual, also want to be a man? You can't: be a spouse! You'll have your little gratification in dignity and a clear role, all to the advantage of the bossman: now you'll be able to produce and consume in peace, like everyone else.

In the capitals of the north, capitals of wellbeing, of so-called sexual freedom, the condition of free homosexuals is frightening: they've been accepted at the precise conditions of the capital and, is there even any need to say it, it's at [the capital's] advantage only.

Yes, because conditional acceptance is also in the capital's logic. Whoever wants to rule needs servants, and acceptance is exchanged with servitude.

This shameful pact was proposed to the [N-word][7] of America, But now they've understood it, and the Black Panthers are choking the presumptuous white man with it.

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[5]: I'm not sure why the word ''female'' was used, instead of ''woman''. In Italian, it sounds like a childish term, but maybe that was the intent?

[6]: Sarcastic;

[7]: I think it's important to mention that this term in Italy doesn't have the same historical context as in the US, although the term is still rooted in racism. Nowadays, people are starting to avoid it, also because of the influence of the US. I believe that, at the time, it was the only term used to describe black people at all, but I'm still going to censor it;

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THE KULTURE[8] today offers mediation to the homosexual. The enlightened culture, of course. But what meaning does this mediation have? What is the cultural mediation of homosexuality?

It's acceptance again, through the ability to retrieve the homosexual phenomenon, through its pre-established mental order: it's the tale of what doesn't belong to it, the analysis that hasn't been pushed by one's own motivations and prevents others from participating. So, the data must be manipulated, considered, studied, and always manipulated.[9]

The literary populism of the '50s, which seemed fundamental at the time, was pushed back to its exact proportions: that of the ''culturalization'' of a tragically real problem, which, mediated, explained, and digested by those people who know everything, the cultured and vomited back to those who own this Kulture by right, the wealthy[10], was consumed and extinct on the shoulders of the unaware underclass.

Frustrated, their identity eliminated by a role they think they have chosen but that actually rules over them, those who know everything, the educated, speak of the OTHERS.

More or less convinced of their alleged task of social push, but sure of their own success, they measure their validity on the unconditional approval of those they curse.

And so they faithfully reproduce the production-consumption process, actively cooperating in maintaining and consolidating the same system that they ''bravely'' declared that they want to change.

Cultural mediation for a homosexual turns out to be frightfully empty because it translates into seeking approval from the same establishment that created and maintains those oppressive conditions.

And it cannot be otherwise: whoever has vital urges but asks others, the ''competent ones'' for a solution, confesses their fear and implicitly accepts their condition of inferiority.

Not only does that not solve the problem, but it sinks it.

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[8]: I'm not sure why it's spelled with a K, the correct spelling would be ''Cultura'', my guess is that it's meant to point out its evil nature;

[9]: I'm gonna be completely honest here, I have no idea what this paragraph says. It's straight-up word vomit, in both languages. I can probably guess that the author was condemning cishet authors speaking on queer topics, but from the rest of the article it seems like they're angry at queer people pandering to straight people and portraying themselves as ''one of the good ones'' while shoving the other under the bus;

[10]: Sarcastic;

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CORPORALITY: The more it is attacked, squashed, and deprived of vitality, the more incorporated becomes the process of transferring the product on that larva that is man, more or less defined by those reifying[11] structures.

From the whole mind of an intellectual to the body-maker of production of the factory worker, the choice isn't possible anymore.

''Be an object'' is the only imperative because in the production-consumption dynamic your whole body doesn't have a place.

Wash, wear perfume, don't stink, grow, be taller, be larger, be shorter, have a white smile, digest, are all imperatives from which you can't exempt yourself, but you'll never be able to use their product if not to start again the process, of which the product is the goal and its degraded means is your body: the sponge!

And the more degraded your body is, the better your ability to absorb.

When consumption became necessary to capitalism, the mine was already there: it just needed to make use of it, making sure to keep the vein intact.

And so the banquet started over the body of women, that centuries-old patriarchy had eliminated and, having overcome a few taboos promptly replaced by the ''morals'' of production, and then moved on to an even more mortified body: that of the homosexual.

Both of them have been used to considering themselves object-holes for centuries, so they're both ready and subservient, these allies-slaves of production offer their own enslavement to anyone.

From the pages of a fashion magazine, the homosexual winks at his crotch in his extra-tight pants, and the woman offers her entire body. Everyone will have ''beer'' as sex[12].

But the woman and the homosexual will also receive the contempt that comes with the anger of deceit, they'll be the on the receiving end of other's self-contempt.

The process is actually way more subtle than what it would appear from a commodifying advertisement.[12] With the help of the western churches' negation of corporality, the bourgeois morality managed to stick even where the re-discovery of the body as liberation should have been one of the basic factors of the revolutionary process.

Because behind the screen of the clamored ''priorities'', of the action intended as a necessary but PAINFUL process, of the inane effort of cultural endorsement to action, how is it possible to not see the FEAR or liberation, which is the bourgeoise fear of the exchange between life and object?

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[11]: In Marxist belief, reducing man to the condition of object;

[12]: I'm not sure what they mean by ''everyone will be having beer as sex'' but I think this is supposed to reference 70s beer ads that usually featured women in suggestive poses;

The revolution is JOY and it is so in the moment in which, overcoming all the barriers of a non-vital condition, it becomes LIBERATION.

Homosexuality, when it becomes conscious of its existence as an aberrant product of a society of production only[13], jumps over the far-too-easy demagogy of a class problem, in which static is only the refusal to abandon the OBJECT.

And it puts itself at the center of a dynamic process, where its means is the breakdown of the capitalistic-bourgeoisie structures, and at its end is the recovery of PERSONHOOD[14].

Because the homosexual, who doesn't have any gratifying roles to cling to hide his desperation, who doesn't have a culture to propose unrealistic ideals to and to whom the condition of object, hidden to others, appears in all its brutal evidence, can't not unmask any and all attempts to exploit us, from whichever side it might come.

The homosexuals of FUORI! have come out with the conscience of their homosexuality. But with the will to push their condition to the highest consequence, the revolution, and with the certainty that their revolution is LIBERATION!

COLLECTIVE FUORI!

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[13]: As in, the exploitation of capitalism turning homosexuality into a product;

[14]: The original text says ''the recovery of MAN'' but I thought personhood fit better;

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Whew, all done! This took me a long time! I didn't expect to find out 70s drama, but also the conversations here are still surprisingly relevant.

Second page coming soon, sorry but these guys write A LOT, and what they write doesn't always make sense.

[doll-in-the-walls]

Charming Eternity - Chapter 25

Chapter Sum: Sam and the Frogs take matters into their own hands and Maeve has to adjust her plans. 

A/N: Sorry it’s taken forever for me to update this. I’m also sorry this chapter is short, the next one is longer.

Words: 1317

Warnings: None

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The next morning, Cal woke Maeve by tapping her face, repeatedly. 

Mae… Mae… Mae… Cal thought with each bop on the forehead.

“What?” she mumbled as she turned her face into her pillow.

Just thought you should know Thing one and Thing two showed up about an hour ago and Sam left with them, he thought to her. It’s also past noon… She hummed into her pillow. They also borrowed Gramp’s car.

“What?!” Maeve sat up quickly making the cat fall off the bed with a loud yowl. He jumped back up to sit beside her and looked up at her.

I did not care for that, he thought. Maeve rolled her eyes with a smile and pet his head as she stood. 

“I’m sorry. Where’s Mike?” she asked as she moved to quickly get dressed. 

He’s the one driving, Cal thought as he stretched then laid down on the bed.

“Well, that makes me feel a little better. Where are they going?”

They didn’t really discuss their plan before they left. Maeve moved to her desk and began to write on a loose sheet of paper. Writing a strongly worded letter?

“Shut up,” she said with a chuckle.

I still think you should punish him specifically. He’s the one who wanted your cousin dead.

“Not helping.” Maeve muttered. “I can be mad at him all I want later,” she added as she folded up the paper. “Ciri?” The raven made a small noise as she shifted on her perch. “I need you to bring this to the boys, make sure they get it and that they read it when they wake up.” Circe made a sound like a hum of acknowledgement and took the paper in one tallon. Maeve opened the window so the bird could take off before moving to the closet. 

After rummaging around in a chest for a few moments she popped her head out of the closet, eyes falling on Cal. 

“I need a favor.” He lifted his head to look at her.

No, he thought. Don’t make me. Anything but that!

…

Calcifer grumbled to himself, hands in his pockets as he skated down the street. He had to do a double take when he saw Grandpa’s car heading his way with Sam driving. He saw Star in the back.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Calcifer muttered as they drove past. “Shit…” He kicked off on his board to skate faster down the road.

In the back of her mind she could hear Nanook start barking but only faintly. A few minutes later Sam was pounding on her door.

“Mae! Open up! Come on, Mae!” She opened her eyes, first looking down at the four marble sized orbs floating in a shallow bowl in front of her. One of the orbs had cracks scattered through the center branching outwards, not quite reaching the outer edges, while the other three remained untouched. “Maeve!” Sam shouted. She waved her hand and the door unlocked.

“What?” she asked as he threw it open. 

“We got one!”

“What?” Maeve stood and noticed the Frog brothers’ standing behind him. “Wh-?”

“The little one,” Alan said, as his brother passed by, before the two headed downstairs. Maeve had to take a breath, glancing at the bowl again, and quickly followed Sam out of her room, making sure to close and lock the door behind her.

“We didn’t know which one was which, so we took a shot and it wasn’t the right one,” Sam said. “Now we have less than two hours before the sun goes down! Star and a kid are with Michael in his room.” She followed the three outside.

“Wh- You went and got Star? Sam-!”

“I know, you said you’d handle it! It’s too late for that now. Are you gonna help us or not?”

“Sam, of course I’m-”

“Then you need to get Grandpa out of the house for the night.”

“And where are you three going?” The two brothers grabbed their bikes, as Sam ran to get his.

“Hey, you can’t make holy water can you?” Alan asked.

“I’m 100% offended you just asked me that; no, I can't make holy water!” she snapped. The two brothers mounted their bikes as Sam rode his bike out of the garage. 

“Let’s go!” The three took off down the driveway.

“Sam! Where are you going?”

“We’ll be back soon!” Sam called back. 

“That’s not an answer!” Maeve threw her hands up with a huff before going back in the house. She opened Grandpa’s workshop door, he didn’t turn around but hummed,

“Hmm?”

“In the hopes of avoiding an actual massacre at the house, I need you to leave before the sun goes down.”

“Didn’t listen to you, did they?” Grandpa asked as he finished what he was working on.

“Nope,” Maeve said, popping the P sound. “I can make this work. Sam just gave me 50 extra steps, but I can make this work.”

“Oh, I know you can.” He stood, taking off his head equipment. “Strongest witch in the family.”

“...I’m the only witch in the family,” she pointed out as he walked by her.

“Still a compliment.”

Calcifer jumped down into the cave and looked around.

“Damn it, this is actually pretty sick,” he muttered. “Ciri!” he called out. A few moments later the raven flew into the room. “Well?” He held out an arm for her to land on.

“Marko!” she said. “Marko!”

“Shit, did it work?” Calcifer asked. She took off and flew back the way she came. “Alright, lead the way.”

He had to change into a cat for most of the way but changed back before he jumped down into the large opening. 

“How ya feeling?” he asked as he approached where Marko sat on the ground; Ciri sat on his knee so he could pet her. The blond frowned in confusion since the room was pitch black; he of course could see but didn’t expect Calcifer to be able to. “I’m a cat, remember? I can see in the dark, mate.” He crouched in front of him. “Well, it worked, then.”

“Problem,” Marko said and held up the note Maeve had written earlier. “Ciri brought this to me, the others didn’t read it yet… and I couldn’t reach them to let them know I’m okay.” Calcifer tilted his head.

“Well, that’s cause they’re right there, innit?” He nodded his head to where the other three lay, unmoving. Marko looked over at them before looking back at Calcifer who reached out and pulled the chain of the pendant out of Marko’s shirt. He held it up enough so they could both see that it was now cracked and the colour had dulled. “Well, that’s one less thing she has to focus on.” He let the chain go. “You feel anything?”

“For a second but it wasn’t painful… more like a pressure.” He put a hand to his chest. “If she hadn’t…” He picked up the pendant and looked at it.

“Yeah, you can thank her later.” Calcifer held out his hand. “Can I see that?” Marko handed him the letter and he skimmed over it. “Yeah, you weren’t supposed to read this until you all woke up in here anyway,” Calcifer said. 

“Why can’t I let them know I’m okay?" Marko asked, his voice breaking. Circe let out a small trill and Marko pet her head in an attempt to distract himself. 

"Simple answer? It makes things easier for Maeve. Makes it easier for her to do the same thing she did for you for them, while also making sure Max doesn’t know the truth." Calcifer sat down and leaned against the wall. "By the end of the night, this should all be over… well, if all goes according to whatever new plan she had to come up with. Get some sleep, mate.”

A/N: Not sure when I'll update this next since I'm focusing on the Stranger Things fic but I'll try not to make it be super long.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Hello

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COUPLE WHITEY WINN X READER

RATING SMUT!

I smiled as I stood humming my little tune as I stirred the stew for dinner, I put the lid on the pot and left it to simmer, going and checking on the fire throwing on another log, checking my laundry it was still a little damp, I went over to the corner of my little house and for a moment leant on the frame of the little wooden crib watching sweetie little annabelle sleep. Her little breaths and wheezes as she sleeps tucked up with her blanket and her little rag doll. I left her be and returned to my cooking but as I did I heard a familiar sound something so rare around here and even more so at this time of night, horseshoes. I was worried who would come all the way out here at this time of night?

There was a fantnic knock at the door

I took the stew of the heat and slowly went to the door making sure to hold the gun beside my door in my other hand as I undid the locks and slowly pulled it open.

There was darkness outside, the sky full of stars with a bright waxing moon.

My door was forced open more and my face held in two dirty hands he pulled me close to kiss him and instantly I knew it was whitey.

He came in and shut the door with his foot leaning against it as he held me close within An inch from him, his tickly stubble kisses not stopping for a moment his hands slipped down from my face to my waist, I held his jumper a little unsure where else to put my hands as he pulled me even closed squishing my chest against his own. I happily kissed back a little giggly feeling is sweet kisses, his hands wondered but I was used to it, he moved his hand to my thighs and lifted me up wrapping my legs around his hips, I did as he asked and linked my ankles together holding his shoulders a little afraid I would fall as he carries me across my little house still not moving away from kissing me and preventing me from doing so by biting on my lip if ever I tried, suddenly I was thrown in my bed he smirked standing over me as he undid his belts and pants wrapping his gun belts around the bed posts and kicking his pants off his legs and onto the floor revealing his completely hard cock with prominent vains across his shaft where he was so needy. I went to speak but before I could even get a word out he was on the bed and kissing me intensly holding my waist in a almost death grip, I happily kissed back moving my hands to play with his hair he began to push into the kiss but hold my waist close I pushed back unsure what he wanted but he pushed me down flat on my bed and kissed down my jaw, then down my neck, and around the top of my chest that my chest exposed, all while his hands worked on pulling every last layer of my dress every skirt and petticoat to my waist exposing my bare legs and well everything else to him, he slightly gasped and he revealed all of me. It took seconds before he jumped between my legs and wrapped my legs around him I giggled at little that he was so overexcited he pulled me back to kissing him his kisses lustful and sloppy already it took a couple of attempts as he didn't want to leave my lips before he slipped completely hilt deep inside me, I tried not to scream biting on his bottom lip as I felt all of him streching me, I didn't want to scream incase it woke annabelle. His thursts began immediately going from hilt to tip over and over burring his head in my neck kissing and making love bites as he slowly and gradually got faster and faster, harder and harder pinning my hips to the matress with each thrust, hitting the lovely places inside me he knows so well, I could hear his staggered breathing and his unstoppable moans in my ear, he moved a hand back to rub mercilously on my clit as he was not at such a rappid pase and couldn't speed up any more, the bed was creaking, the mattress sqeeking with each movement, I could almost here the scraping of the wooden bedposts on the floor as the bed slightly moved, I felt close and he knew it kissing me hard slipping his tongue inside my mouth as he rubbed and thrusted, I hit it rather suddenly tightening around him crawling his back and sucking on his tongue, but this only fuled him further, as soon as I had ridden it out he pulled away and blew me a kiss as he pulled out before I could say a word he grabbed my hips and flipped me over to my stomach my head on my pillow, he pulled my hips into the air and before I could let out more then a confused squeal he slipped back inside holding my hips in a tallon like grip as he thrusted hard and fast working into the juices of my orgasum, moving fast and hard almost recklessly, desperate for his own release, I could hear his stunted moans and groans as I knew he was close groping my butt and slightly spanking me when he could but not to hard as to hurt me, he pushed in as deep as he could go shuddering and shaking as I felt his seed spill inside me his grip on me so tight it almost hurt as his hips bucked and moved in odd angles making sure every drop burried inside me all with a gentle groan

"Uhhh... Uughhhh.." he groans before he completely stopped, he gasped for breath a second before he pulled out and laid down beside me in the bed, I giggled a little and turned over to lay with him too

"Some people say hello whitey" I laughed a little worn out myself looking at him laid in my bed on only his jumper and shirt, his hair out of place and sweaty, gasping for breath his eyes closed and hand in his hair

"Hello y/n" he smiled

"Hello whitey" I smiled giving him a kiss "I thought you where working tonight?"

"I was, bill came back early so he sent me home" he explained "sorry..."

"For what?"

"For being... Grabby, and not sayin' anythin'"

"It's fine whitey" I giggled "I'm use to you" I smiled giving his lips a little kiss "I would just like a hello before getting raw fucked thank you" I giggled getting out of bed and fixing my dress

"Hello wifey" he smirked turning a little to watch me

"Hello whitey" I giggled blowing him a kiss before going back to fix up dinner just as I did annabelle woke up and began crying

"I got it" he yawned as he got up and slipped his pants back on going over to her crib and picking her up giving her a tight cuddle bouncing her on his hip "hey kiddo, how's my little girly today?"

"She's fine, she's miss her daddy" I laughed

"Aww I missed my baby girl too" he smiled giving her a kiss she stopped crying so he put her back in her crib to play and came over giving me a cuddle "how's my wifey today?"

"Fine, I also missed you"

"I missed ya too" he smirked giving my cheek a kiss he went to kiss me more but I ignored him "darlin'" he whines

"Nope your in trouble"

"Why what have I done?" He laughs cuddling me tighter

"You said you where going to start pulling out, so annabelle doesn't get a little brother yet a while"

"I do not at all recall this conversation"

"Well I do Mr"

"Fine, I'll try to remember ya just feel too good" he smirked "come on let's have dinner, I wanna go again before bed" he smirked.

[isolemnlyswearpevensie]

I’ve Been Missing You Lately | Caspian x Reader

Warnings: Parents fighting/arguing

Word Count: 1.2k 

Time/Era: Years after the Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Summary: After a big fight between Caspian and Y/N, their two kids are worried their family is falling apart

Request: Please write more Caspian imagines (Narnia). The last one was so cute! Maybe you could write one that you and Caspian got into a fight and your kids heard you and Caspian argue and they are afraid that you guys don’t love each other anymore and your comfort them and then Caspian walks in trying to apologize and ALOT OF FLUFF please and thank you 💕

A/N: Phew lots of Caspian the past few days! Do you guys still like them? I’ve been getting a lot of requests for him, but the posts haven’t been getting many notes. It’s not an issue, obviously, cause notes aren’t why I’m writing, but I was just wondering! Thank you for requesting this and for the compliment! I hope you enjoy! If anyone has a request, send it my way! I love writing! It doesn’t have to be for Caspian; I also write for Edmund, Peter, and various Harry Potter characters!

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“All I’m saying is it would be nice if you joined us for dinner!” Y/N slapped the kitchen counter with the tea towel in her hand. He had arrived late for dinner, again, and missed tucking in their children. Their daughter, Juniper, was eight, and their son, Tallon was four, so the nightly bedtime ritual was important to them. 

“And all I’m saying is that isn’t possible right now. For the love of Aslan, Y/N! I’m the King, I have work to do.” He had his hands pressed against the backrest of one of their kitchen chairs with his arms straight. 

“So much work that you can’t spend three fucking hours with your wife and children? They’ve been asking where you’ve been, by the way. If you even care. You leave at the ass crack of dawn and get home hours after they’re put to bed. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Daddy’s too busy to play with you?” Caspian had never seen Y/N this angry, at least not at him. It was odd and scary. Odd and scary made him defensive. 

“You tell them that their father’s the King of Narnia, that’s what you say. My times fucking important, I need to use it wisely.” He pushed the chair forward, making it screech against the tile floor and slam into the table. 

“Oh, so we’re not important enough for your precious royal time? Nice to know, Caspian.” Y/N leaves the kitchen quickly, trying to hide her tears. Caspian lets out a deep sigh and runs a hand down his face. He was beyond exhausted and now, instead of treated his wife like the Queen she was, he treated her like garbage. He knew she was right, too. Y/N wasn’t asking much and yet he let his temper get the best of him. 

Y/N closed the door to her and Caspian’s room quietly. While the married couple had been discussing loudly in the kitchen, the bedroom was closer to her children and she didn’t want to wake them. 

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Makeup was running down her cheeks and her eyes were red and puffy. She took a damp rag and wiped away her smudged makeup. 

“Mama?” A high pitched voice behind Y/N sounded. She turned around to see Juniper holding a crying Tallon’s hand. Juniper also looked like she had been crying, judging by the tear streaks on her cheeks. 

“Oh, sweethearts, what happened?” Y/N took Tallon into her arms and he immediately clung to her. She kissed his dark curls and sat on the bed. 

“You and Daddy don’t love each other anymore,” Juniper sniffled as if she was trying to hold back tears. She had to be strong for her younger brother. Y/N reached out her free arm and her young daughter stepped into it. 

“What makes you think that, pumpkin?” Tallon rested his head on Y/N’s shoulder and began to suck his thumb. 

“You and Daddy were not very nice to each other,” She answered solemnly, looking up at Y/N with her big doe eyes. She had the same eyes as Caspian and they melted Y/N’s heart every time. 

“Oh, I’m sorry we woke you, sweetheart. Me and Daddy just disagreed about something, that’s all. We still love each other very, very much. And we love you two even more.” Y/N kissed Junipers temple. She always seemed to look more like Y/N, except for her eyes. Tallon, however, was a spitting image of his father. He had inherited Caspians hair, face structure, and eyes. Both had Caspians strong will and Y/N’s kind heart, making them both very polite and sweet kids. 

Caspian knocks on the open door hesitantly. “May I come in?”

“Daddy!” Juniper yelled, rushing from Y/N and into his arms. She hadn’t seen him in over a week. 

“Juni!” Caspian replied, scooping the young girl into his arms and attacking her face with kisses. She giggled loudly and hugged her father’s neck. Watching them together made Y/N smile and some of her distaste towards her husband melted away. Some. Caspian’s gaze met Y/N’s and he set his daughter down. 

“Love, I’m sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean it.” He walked over and sat next to her on the bed. “I should prioritize my family, and I haven’t been. You all are so important to me.”

“So what are you going to do to fix it, Cas?” 

“Well, I’m going to make sure to be home by six. That way I can have dinner and maybe read these monkeys a bedtime story.” He poked Tallon’s stomach and he squirmed. 

“A bedtime story?” Juniper asks, a smile gracing her face. 

~

Caspian sat in the big rocking chair in Tallon’s room. Juniper was situated on his lap and Tallon was nestled in his bed. The younger boy was already more than half asleep, but the girl was intent on hearing the story. 

“Then, just as Princess Y/N was about to steal the evil Telmarine’s sword from his hand, another came and took hers!” Juni gasped with her hands in knuckles. 

“Oh no! Does she die?!” 

“No, because a handsome, dashing, chivalrous, brave man by the name of Prince Caspian-”

“Handsome? Dashing? Brave? More like annoying. Princess Y/N had it handled.” Y/N laughed fondly from her place leaning against the door frame. Juni erupted into a fit of giggles and Caspian shot Y/N a playful look before returning to his daughter. 

“Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted… the handsome, dashing, chivalrous, daring Prince Caspian rode in on his horse and saved Princess Y/N. He pulled her onto his horse and together they defeated the evil Telmarines. Princess couldn’t help but fall in love with the Prince, and he the Princess, so the two got married and lived happily ever after. The end.”

“That’s it?! That’s the end?! What about the other Kings and Queens? Did they ever fall in love and get married?” Juni propelled herself off of Caspian’s lap and looked at her mom expectantly. 

“That’s a story for another day, love. It’s time for bed, it’s way past your bedtime.” The eight-year-old whined and stomped into her room. 

“Go put her down, I’ll be in our room.” Y/N told Caspian and walked out the door. 

~ 

“Love, are you mad at me?” Caspian said as he entered. Y/N had already tucked herself into bed and had the light turned off. 

“I’m not mad, I’m hurt.” Caspian rid himself of his day clothes and crawled into bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. 

“Babygirl, I’m sorry. I should have never said those things.” He kissed the back of Y/Ns shoulder.

“I know, but it still hurt. You’re never home anymore and I miss you. The kids miss you.”

“I promise I’ll be home earlier from now on. I let work get in the way of my family and that’s not okay.” Y/N turned to face him. While it was dark, she could still see his piercing eyes. 

“You’re right, it’s not okay. But, I reacted badly too, and I’m sorry. I should have been more understanding of your schedule. I should have respected that you have responsibilities outside of home.” 

“It’s alright, my love. I need to be here for my family. I love you, Y/N. Let’s get some sleep and talk more in the morning?” He kissed her forehead on his pillow, his hair sprawling out in every direction. 

“I love you, Caspian. Sleep well.” 

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

(Samus is exploring an uncharted planet, fighting effortlessly through waves of space pirates. Ridley watches through a monitor, getting increasingly impatient and annoyed at his troops’ inability. Finally he calls a halt, and flies off to meet her himself. He lands in front of her in a flash of flame and smoke, and rears up to his full height.)

Samus: *gasp* RIDLEY!

Ridley: Yes, it is I, Samus… How incredibly observant of you.

(Samus charges her arm cannon, and crouches into a fighting stance.)

Ridley: Oh, put that gun away, lady; we all know what’s going to happen. You’ll shoot at me, and laser me, and blow me up, I’ll fly away and probably say something like “I’ll be back, Samus Aran…!”… And then I’ll fly off over the horizon and we won’t see each other for about a week, and then we’ll do the same thing ALL over again.

(Samus ponders this for a moment, then leaps forward.)

Samus: Your word play will not trick me, wicked creature!

Ridley: No wait!

(Samus blasts him, and he flies off.)

Ridley: I’ll be back, Samus Aran…!

(Samus looks after him for a moment, then continues on her way. Ridley immediately leaps out from behind a nearby rock.)

Ridley: SEE what I mean?

Samus: …Alright Ridley. What’s this about?

Ridley: A DUEL!

Samus: A what?

Ridley: YOU HEARD ME! Think about it, Sammy. We could settle this thing once and for all. MAN TO MAN! No armies! No mutant monster servants! No ancient bioweapons! But more importantly… No power suit.

Samus, shocked: No… Power suit…?

Ridley: How do you reply, Samus?

(Samus regards her arm cannon for a few seconds, then deactivates it and lowers it to her side.)

Samus: Very well. But you will follow THREE conditions!

(Ridley roars excitedly in triumph, then immediately stops when he realizes she said ‘conditions’.)

Ridley: Name them.

Samus, after thinking for a moment: One: No fire breath.

Ridley: GASP!

Samus: Two: No minions or monsters to assist you.

Ridley, barely containing his outrage: GRRRCKCK!!!!!

Samus: Three: No unnatural abilities, cybernetics, or enhancements; you come in your Smash Bros size.

Ridley: Ye– HEY wait, that was four things!

Samus: The last one was a two-parter.

(Ridley considers this for a moment, thinking it awfully unfair. But then he got an idea. An awful idea. A wonderful awful idea. A smile slowly spreads across his face.)

Ridley: I accept! We shall meet before the rising sun in the cavernous basin at the entrance of the overworld of Tallon IV!

Samus: Agreed… Wait… Was that east or west of the crash site of the Research Frigate Orpheon?

Ridley: East… You know where that is?

Samus: Uh… Yes, yes. I’ll find it. Don’t worry.

Ridley: You sure?

Samus: No, no. Don’t worry. I remember now.

Ridley: …I can give you a ride if you-

Samus: I WILL FIND IT!

(He takes a step back, and they give each other a death glare.)

Ridley, spreading his wings and making to leave: Then I’ll see you there!

Samus: At your Smash Bros size.

Ridley, spinning around: WHAT?

Samus: At your Smash Bros size. I’ll see you there at your Smash Bros size.

Ridley: ……Oooooh, I’ll be in my Smash Bros size?

Samus: Right.

Ridley: Of course, I thought you meant… Heh heh. N e v e r m i n d. Smash Bros size, got it!

Samus: Right.

Ridley: Right.

Samus: Right.

Ridley: And no power suit!

Samus: Riiiight…

(Ridley smiles politely.

With a monumentally strained and awkward effort, Samus forces herself to smile back.

Ridley flies away.)