#of giving into to a desire to control others

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Can you write something romantic for yandere Mihawk? Like a drabble or headcannons?

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I don't think I've ever written yandere before, but I wanted to give it a go. I hope this is what you were looking for! 🖤🐌

Obsession

Masterlist here

Word count: 1,200+

Synopsis: Many believe Mihawk keeps the knowledge of his spouse a secret because he is a private man. Truth of it is, he is simply obsessed with you and doesn't believe any other pair of eyes is worthy of meeting their gaze with your majesty.

Themes: yandere!Mihawk x gn!reader, possessive attitude, obsession, infatuation, pining, longing, lusting, love, romance, kissing, yandere trope.

Notes: I will do anything to write a man in love. I love how period-drama romance looks on Mihawk, and I couldn't not write him with a little bit of a possessive flavour. I made the banner with OPLA's Mihawk wanted poster.

Tag list: @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @mfreedomstuff @gingernut1314 @jintaka-hane @daydreamer-in-training @carrotsunshine @indydonuts @i-am-vita @sordidmusings

While many were aware that Dracule Mihawk was married, they simply presumed he was a very private man. He enjoyed keeping to himself, and allowing himself the courtesy of remaining in solitude with his spouse while tending to his title as World's Greatest Swordsman.

In some aspects, he did. He did enjoy keeping to himself and remaining in solitude while he lived in the high keep of his castle, surrounded by swirled mountains and his well-tended gardens. But at the crux of his entire life, the center of his world and the prized diamond in his vast treasury, was you.

You ruled his heart, controlled his chin and the direction his gaze fell with a simple whisper of a word or the scent of your perfume. He was a man consumed, humbled by his infatuation to the point where his love fell into captivated, depraved fixation.

To put it simply, Dracule Mihawk wanted to keep you all to himself. He was a man consumed by his bewitchment and infatuation with the owner of his heart.

He was never one for sharing, never joining a crew or forming a bond other than rivalry with another person. As soon as he met you, everything changed for him. His heart soared, his breath was stolen from his lungs, and his eyes never strayed from honing in on your beauty.

He wasn't sure what it was you did or didn't do that had him fall to his knees and begin to worship at your altar. All he knew was he wanted you so desperately, craved to be by your side always, and wanted to shy you away from the wandering eyes of all whom he deemed unworthy to have their gaze fall upon your majesty.

When your courtship first commenced, he attempted to keep his tribute humble and small. But as your eyes lit up at the first offer of a simple rose he carved from his favored floral shrubbery, he knew he wanted to spoil you with lavish luxury. Each gift was catered to your interests and tastes, items you never thought he paid enough mind to your conversation while promenading, hand interlaced within the crook of his elbow.

He paid mind to it all. The way your voice changed when speaking on your passions, the questions you asked him about his life before working for the World Government, how you paused in the garden and listened to the sweet chirps of birds begin courting their mates. He hung on your every word, movement and motion.

For someone so stoic and reserved, the way his heart melted for you the moment your eyes met was as if his cold vessel was chaperoned into the bright light of a warm sunset. He couldn't get enough, and when he was certain you returned his love, he refused any exchange of dowry for your hand.

He wanted you to be his just as much as he desired to be yours. That was more than enough for him, and he would never leave you for wanting or without for all the days of your life.

The first time he was summoned to perform his duty as a warlord for the World Government after your marriage, he was overcome with rage at the thought of leaving your side. He almost took the head of the carrier bird with the summons for his assignment, but withheld his violent act at the sight of you offering the bird your Berry, and gifting them your palm filled with sunflower seeds.

As soon as the bird fled, he lifted your palm within his own, brushed the darkened casings of the remains from the seeds' shells, and rose the flesh to his lips to kiss away the indents of pecks the bird left in raised welts on your skin. Cupping his bearded chin, you rose his amber eyes to meet with yours.

“I will return to you,” his voice mourned for you above the softest whisper, “I will always return to you.” Leaning his cheek and chin into your palm, he closed his eyes and furrowed his brows in deep yearning.

“You are always so good to me,” you responded in a tone that mirrored his own, prompting his eyes to snap open and gaze deeply into your own. “I trust you to find your way home once you conclude this contract.” Ushering his face closer to you, you whisper against his lips before fully making contact, “I will be right where you left me, waiting for you to return.”

Mihawk's eyes darkened, his pupils blown black and eclipsing his honey-hue with the intensity of his possessive gaze. He knew he was many things to you, and good was far from a sentiment he held for himself. His desire to keep you secret was not to keep you safely tucked away from those who wished to do him harm, but because he was truly a selfish man.

As your lips closed in around his own, he was ready to commence his enthusiastic consumption of all that you had to offer him. Each kiss he pressed into you felt both like the first time he had ever felt such passion, and the last time he was ever to claim such a prize.

Hands clawing at your hips, he drew you flush with his own and angled his chin to deepen the oscillation. Tongue darting out to taste yours like a delicacy he was never again to roll over his palate, the muscle ground against your lips and lewdly consuming your kiss with lusting desire.

Both pulling away from one another, he rested his forehead against yours and took a moment to catch his breath. Eyes closed and brow lowered, he shared breaths with you and savored every moment you shared with one another.

“I crave the day we meet again, my precious consort,” he pressed his lips to your forehead, “My guiding light to point me home,” his lips dart down to claim your cheek beneath it, “The crown jewel in my treasury, and reigning monarch of my very soul.” He pressed a chaste and longing kiss once more against your lips before pulling away.

“Always so charming, my love,” you smile up at him, removing your hands from his face and smoothing over his leather shoulder pads of his outer great-cloak. “I will be right here ready to receive you, as I always am.”

“My beloved,” he whispered, his eyes falling half-lidded and dark eyelashes fluttering from your lengthy confession.

“My dear,” you breathed his whisper within your chest and replaced it with your own. You pressed your lips to his cheek, an offer of your blessing to embark on the next chapter of his journey.

Dracule Mihawk was a man consumed with the love he had for his counterpart. He rued each day to depart from your side, and would have no quarrel with offering his opinion as such to the official whom summoned him.

Truthfully, he was a man infatuated by his spouse that it bordered on domination by his strongest emotions, but choosing to keep them beneath the surface to not tighten you with his intensity. It was his addiction, his fix in a world full of darkness and torment.

He was your loyal zealot, knight and fierce protector, and you...

You were his obsession.

[miyasturniolo]

JEALOUSY | matt sturniolo

pairing: bf!matt x f!reader

summary: matt has been so stress that he ignored everyone, which has led you to spend more time hanging out with chris and nick. however, matt is not pleased with the attention you are giving them, so he decides to address the situation.

warning: warnings: smut, p in v, swearing, dirty talking, crying, dom!matt, ass grabbing, unprotected sex, jealous, pet names (baby, love, slut, sweetheart), rough sex, nipple playing, slightly male masturbation, fingering.

a/n: not my photos, on pinterest.

WORDS: 1.8k

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you - pink | matt - blue | nick - purple

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The Sturniolo triplets were back in Boston for a visit, which meant seeing your boyfriend once again. Although you had a somewhat distant relationship, it always worked smoothly because there was a strong foundation of trust between you both.

However, today Matt was acting cold and distant, mostly ignoring you while he buried himself in his phone. It stung, but you tried to push the pain aside. Since Matt didn't seem interested in spending time with you, you ended up hanging out with his two brothers, who you were close to.

You all gathered at their parents' house, where Chris excitedly talked about his new fresh love shirt that had just been released and sold out within hours. Meanwhile, Nick leaned on you for comfort, resting his head on your shoulder in a familiar gesture.

On the other couch, Matt avoided making eye contact and remained engrossed in his phone. Despite your efforts to get his attention, he seemed uninterested in engaging with you.

"I've missed you," Nick suddenly said, highlighting the close bond of friendship between you two. You smiled and replied, "I missed you as well,” eliciting a soft chuckle from him.

You listened to Chris talking while Nick occasionally interrupted to correct him. As more conversations continued and you joined in, you noticed Matt texting someone, but you didn’t do anything.

Nick seemed to notice as well, but chose to ignore it. Matt had been distant towards him and Chris since they arrived in Boston, claiming he needed space.

"Ignore him," Nick muttered quietly so Matt wouldn't hear. You raised an eyebrow and then nodded before returning your attention to your phone.

Chris became quiet, he was on his phone and then switched his focus to the TV as he picked a movie to watch. You kept an eye on Matt, who avoided making eye contact with you, except for one brief moment when you caught his gaze, resulting in a glare of disappointment.

You were puzzled by Matt's behavior but decided not to dwell on it. After that, you continued to focus on your phone.

Over the past hour, the three of you conversed while Matt remained stubborn. Just as you were all engaged in a new conversation, you received a message from Matt expressing his desire to talk.

You glanced at Matt, who in turn glanced back at you before getting up, presumably heading to his old room which was still here.

"I'll be back," you said, causing Nick to shift his head from resting on your shoulder. Even though he was focused on the TV, you noticed him nod in response.

You followed Matt into his room, where he closed and locked the door. As you observed his demeanor and then his expression, he leaned on the door with his arms crossed and exclaimed, "Are you kidding me, y/n?" you remained silent but was confused.

"Don't play dumb. I return from Boston, and you're paying more attention to my brothers than me. I'm your boyfriend - do I need to spell that word out?" he stated firmly and quickly, his anger palpable despite his controlled tone.

You met his gaze with a slight frown, about to respond, but he cut you off. "Don't even speak."

Choosing to stay silent, you held back your words and listened to him. Eventually, he approached you, grabbing your chin to meet his eyes.

He gazed at your features before kissing your lips, clearly under stress. He didn't mean to be snappy, but he needed some space.

"Matt.. listen," you said, pulling away, but he placed his index finger on your lips to silence you. "I didn't mean to snap at you or ignore you, but fuck I'm still angry," he admitted.

You nodded slightly, unsure of what to say, but he squeezed your ass and kissed your lips again, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

His tongue explored your mouth, his hands gripping your ass tightly as he kissed you passionately and you reciprocated.

He pressed your body against his, both of you with closed eyes while sharing a passionate kiss.

He eventually pulled away to look at you, tucking your hair behind your ear. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whispered.

You smiled slightly as he played with your shirt, you understood that he wanted to take it off so you allowed him. Without hesitation he took your shirt off, he had been wanting you for months since he no longer lived in Boston.

"Your not wearing a bra?" he mumbled, his eyes shifting from yours to your chest. He smirked and said, "I'm not sure if I should call you a slut, but I know you're mine, aren't you?”

He gently rubbed his thumb over your sensitive nipples, causing you to release a soft moan. "I am... for you, only you," you whispered.

He chuckled with desire in his voice, those words were what he longed to hear. He pinched your skin lightly before removing his hands from your breasts. "That's what I want to hear, baby," he said.

Removing his shirt, he pressed you against the wall, lifting you up and kissing your neck passionately, leaving dark marks as he trailed down to your chest.

Your soft moans only fueled his desire, making him harder with each passing moment. He was enthralled by the sound of your pleasure but held back.

Both of you longed for each other's touch, especially after nearly two months apart. "Matt..." you whispered softly, craving him as much as he desired you.

"Yes, my love?" he whispered, pulling back slightly to gaze into your eyes with his captivating blue orbs. The bulge of his arousal pressed against you. "I see," he smirked, sensing your desire just from your expression.

He deftly removed your shorts and then your pants, leaving you exposed while he remained clad in jeans and boxers.

His gaze lingered on your body, the only one he adored and caressed. Studying every detail, he bit his lip, feeling the excitement building as pre-cum dampened his boxers.

"I can't hold back any longer," he murmured in your ear as he leaned in, swiftly discarding his jeans and boxers before guiding you to his bed and positioning himself on top of you.

Both naked now, with him over you, his focus remained solely on you. He pleasured himself with soft moans before once again claiming your lips with a passionate kiss.

Your fingers tangling in his hair caused a slight squirm, but he maintained his intense gaze on you before pulling back to admire the sight of your arousal and his own. "You want me, don't you?" he teased, noting how wet you had become.

The expression on your face already reveals your desires, but he wanted to hear you speak. "Come on, sweetheart, speak for me," he said before releasing his grasp, stroking himself, and teasing your clit with his thumb.

You bit your lip, closed your eyes, and arched your back. He smirked and continued, knowing you weren't going to speak, so he slipped two fingers inside you without warning.

"You're really not going to listen to me, huh? Just remember who pleases you well," he said firmly, curling his fingers and moving them in and out of you.

You moaned loudly, but he made sure you weren't too loud to avoid his brothers and parents hearing. He quickened his pace as his member throbbed and glistened with precum.

He left you yearning for him, tasting your arousal even though you hadn't climaxed on his fingers yet. He positioned himself at your entrance before sliding inside.

You moaned loudly, but he covered your mouth as he let out a grunt. He bit his lip hard as he pushed in further, forgetting that you weren't used to his considerable length after months.

You moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure as he was larger than what you were used to, especially after a few months. Tears welled up in your eyes but didn't fall. He noticed and understood the reason. "Sorry," he whispered.

"It's okay," you responded quietly. He slowed down to ensure your comfort, but as you improved, he began to thrust more forcefully than before.

The sound of skin slapping together echoed in the room as both of you moaned. He continued to penetrate you roughly, observing your facial expressions and the movement of your breasts with each thrust. He reached for your hair, moving it away from your face as he intensified his movements, venting his remaining frustration.

Feeling the mutual desire and connection, he began to speak, heightening your pleasure. "You love it when I take you like this, with my cock inside you."

"Matt," you whimpered as he just smirked, thrusting with intensity. You were seeing stars at this point, weakened by the overwhelming pleasure.

"I'm close," he said, surprised by the sudden rush of sensation. It had been two months since he had been with anyone other than you. "Me too," you replied.

He nodded, pushing a few more times before climaxing with a moan. Sensing your imminent release, he intensified the pleasure by stimulating you with his fingers.

You reached your peak, as he tried to catch his breath and slowed down after your climax, resting on top of you.

"Damn baby, I've missed you," he mumbled, gently rubbing your neck adorned with love bites. You smiled and reciprocated by rubbing his back. "I missed you more," you whispered.

He gazed at you and chuckled softly. "Whatever makes you feel better," he said before withdrawing and lying down beside you on the bed.

As he took his last breath, he gazed up at the ceiling. "I was frustrated, not because I needed space, but because I couldn't climax... even when I was looking at your photos," he whispered.

You stared at him, then chuckled, but he whined and playfully slapped you. "Shut it, y/n," he said.

You smiled and continued to look at him, kissing his neck. "At least it explains why you were so upset earlier," you remarked, and he smiled before hugging you tightly.

Both of you remained quiet, still recovering from your intimate moment, until he spoke. "Are we okay now?"

"Yeah," you mumbled, kissing his head before embracing him, aware that you both needed to return to the lounge with his brothers soon.

You released him after a bit and encouraged him to do the same, causing him to groan. You quickly put your clothes back on, knowing that taking a shower would raise suspicions. "Come on, get up," you whispered, but he just groaned once more.

MIYAS MASTERLIST & INFO

[once-delight]

Everybody let's not sleep on the fact that Claudia's *entire* arc is not only about her discovering her queerness, but it's also an allegory about disability and ableism.

Claudia is "disabled" in a vampire sense. She has a weaker, slighter body, and looks younger than she is. She can't physically turn vampires, and must rely on help, having to beg for something other vampires can do freely.

She is sexually abused because of her percieved weakness by Bruce, a sad fact that the disabled are more likely to be.

But when she wishes to express her own sexuality she is mocked and patronized by her inability to control herself and not kill doing the act (something the physically older vampires are able to do), and again not able to turn one she wishes for her companion, and have to humiliate herself in the process (having to endure Louis calling her a burden in an attempt to convince Armand).

She just have to shut up and take it, just have so many disabled people have to endure abuse from the caregivers they rely on.

Her ability to decide for her own life, are constantly questioned, as are those with disabilities.

She is patronized, disregarded and systematically ridiculed just for wanting to be a part of a group.

Only Madeleine view her as an equal, and neither coddle her and patronize her.

So remember, when you write about Claudia, and how her relationship with Madeleine gives you "the ick" despite Claudia being a mature woman mentally, just because she has a physically slighter, younger body, remember that many disabled people, physically or mentally, can appear much younger than we are, yet still have fully formed sexual desires, and inner lives. Remember the people who's bodies outside of fiction who's sexual desires gives you "the ick" because they fall out of social norms.

And remember, that Claudia in this series is not only a sapphic woman of color, she's a *disabled* sapphic woman of color (and I love her for it).

[vellichorom]

actually, don't you find it INTERESTING how control is split between the characters of the stanley parable. like think about it;

the narrator controls the game, for the most part; he keeps the show going, he keeps the world turning & narrates what's supposed to happen. the way he paints himself as having created the game, as well as stanley, you would Think he has his hand on the controls- but with endings like the confusion runaround, as well as the skip button incident, he seemingly does not.

the curator retains a bit more awareness of the situation at hand than the narrator; while both acknowledge there's something wrong & a vicious cycle may be at hand, the narrator only realizes that when allowed(?), where the curator- in her one interaction, is Painfully aware & tries to shut it down the only way she probably can or knows how. she likely doesn't have any control over the game, & her presence goes unnoticed by every other character that can possibly converse.

the settings person offers & maintains settings options that otherwise are inaccessible through normal means, something one would Think the narrator should be able to do - but doesn't, & they encourage you to keep the cycle going & KEEP playing, exploiting the game for all that it is & then some to assure as much, directly aiding the narrator's desire for a successful gaming experience, yet encouraging the worst possible outcome for everyone involved.

stanley is Literally the name of the game; he is the star, the world revolves around the actions he's made to perform, the narrative crafted around a story JUST for him. he defines. he gives the narrator meaning, he gives the curator & the settings person someone to infer to, he's been made to be important.

& you... well. you're really the star here, aren't you? without you, the game doesn't run. stanley isn't real. the cycle no longer perpetuates. for as long as you play, you keep the characters alive & contained within their roles. you keep the settings person happy, you make the narrator mostly happy(?), you make the curator watch this scenario unfold time & time again.

the main pillars worth noting in this game, INCLUDING YOU AS A PLAYER, all hold a piece of this gigantic puzzle that none of you are putting together & control is effectively fractured between you all.

referring back to my last post, having read all this, you tell me who the villain of the story is.

[hynzsn]

bullies ★ jaehyun + taeyong

jaehyun + taeyong x male reader 18+ MDNI

contents: smut, bully!jaehyun x victim!reader, bully!taeyong x victim!reader, rough sex, domination, hair pulling, spitting, dacryphillia, double penetration, dirty talk, degrading, manhandling, tormenting, controlling, cock sizes, forcing, choking, gagging, oral fixation??, slapping, restraining, facial, cumpie, rimming, foreplay, corruption, training, sadism, ejaculation, frotting

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✮⋆˙ your relationship with them is characterized by fear, manipulation, and a twisted power dynamic.

✮⋆˙ as their main target, you’re expected to literally worship the ground they walk on. you’re their little sex slave, nothing else. you’ll let them use your body whenever and however they like. and if you don’t, that’s okay, they’ll only force you into submission.

✮⋆˙ they love to torment and control you.

✮⋆˙ they love double penetrating you!! the sight of you completely struggling to take both of their cocks at the same time, the way your hole stretches to accommodate to both of their sizes, the whimpers and cries you let out, they love it all!!

✮⋆˙ they love to switch sex positions! one of them fucks your ass, and the other one fucks your mouth! or jaehyun fucking your ass while taeyong takes your cock up his ass!

✮⋆˙ despite their joint power over you, they secretly desire for more. they both want to be the one who completely owns you, they can’t let the other have more control or power.

✮⋆˙ they like to compete with each other, even going as far as both of them trying to outdo the other; which only ends up with your body being even more physically drained and spent than usual. often telling you to choose between them; who’s cock do you like more? who fucks you better? who’s sexier? etc…

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✮⋆˙ strictly a dominant top!!

✮⋆˙ a complete powerhouse

✮⋆˙ manhandling and strength kink!! he will literally overpower you in any way shape of form so it’s futile to even try fighting him or defying him. pinning you down, wrapping his arm around your neck and holding you in place whilst he takes you from behind, etc…

✮⋆˙ dacryphillia kink!! gets aroused from hearing and seeing you cry, knowing that his cock is too big for you to take.

✮⋆˙ heavily sadistic

✮⋆˙. not a big fan of foreplay, he doesn’t care much to do anything with you other than fuck your hole. you might get a little kiss if he wants you to shut up but that’s it. don’t worry though, he does lube you up before wrecking you >.<

✮⋆˙ he will fuck you roughly and hard —no soft moments, no in-between, nothing. his only desire is to use you as his personal fuck toy.

✮⋆˙ big cock!! 8 inches, thick and veiny. knows how to use it like a complete beast. ejaculates a normal amount, nothing too crazy.

✮⋆˙ his favorite part of your body is obviously your ass.

✮⋆˙ he loves to fuck you from behind and watch as your legs tremble and your knees give out due to the pure power and speed of his thrusts.

✮⋆˙ he loves to push you up against the wall, pressing your cheek against the wall as he fucks you from behind.

✮⋆˙ always makes sure to degrade you and make you feel pathetic for not being able to take his cock.

“fucking pathetic little whore,” he spits as he smacks your ass cheek, his large hand leaving its imprint. “look at how weak you are, can’t even come back on my dick without shaking.”

“looks like you need more training. shouldn’t slutty bitch boys like you know how to take cock?” he asks as he pushes your head into a pillow, your moans and whimpers becoming muffled. his thrusts start to become more aggressive, more powerful as his balls slap against your ass. skin slapping, moans, whimpers and crying.

✮⋆˙ he has a rather normal libido. can go for maybe 1-2 rounds but always settles for one when he’s alone with you. that one round is always enough to leave your body completely sore, drained and spent.

✮⋆˙ he loves to either cum inside your ass or your mouth. he won’t settle for cumming anywhere else.

✮⋆˙ he prefers cumming inside your ass though, the sight of it dripping down from your wrecked hole gives him a sense of superiority, like he’s won.

✮⋆˙ he loves to see you struggle to breathe, gagging and crying as he shoves his cock down your throat.

✮⋆˙ an absolute feen for rough sex; pulling your hair, slapping your face + cock + ass + literally anywhere and everywhere he can reach.

✮⋆˙ he’ll reach around you and guide his hand to your hardened cook whilst he’s fucking you from behind, pumping your cock in rhythm with his thrusts. at least he’s a little generous and let’s you cum too.

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✮⋆˙ switch!! dominant top / power bottom (leaning more towards power bottom)

✮⋆˙ average-sized cock!! just under 6 inches, a bit skinny. can still use it to dominate you completely and give you a good fuck. ejaculates a rather large amount.

✮⋆˙ has a high libido and can go for several rounds.

✮⋆˙ spitting kink! he absolutely loves to spit! deems it probably the most humiliating thing ever. randomly getting the urge to find you and just spit in your mouth, watching as you swallow it. or spitting in your face whilst he’s fucking you, or when he’s on top of you, riding your cock. likes to spit on your hole, whilst he’s rimming you. likes to spit in his hand and smear it over your cock before riding it. also likes to do the same with his own cock before fucking you.

✮⋆˙ he enjoys foreplay!!

✮⋆˙ he likes to frot with you!! he will rub his cock against yours during foreplay.

✮⋆˙ more of a sweet talker, but his voice always has that same condescending tone to it.

✮⋆˙ loves to ride your cock mercilessly, milking you for everything you have.

power bottom!tyong — you were sprawled out on the bed, your legs spread wide as taeyong lowered himself onto your cock. “look at me, baby, i don’t remember giving you permission to break eye contact.” taeyong began to ride relentlessly, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as they took all of you deep inside. your breath quickened as he picked up the pace, his body moving urgently as he chased his pleasure. his hand reaches to wrap around your throat, tilting your chin to face him. “let me see how pathetic you look, when i’m riding your cock, sweetheart.”

dominant top!tyong — taeyong grips your hips, slamming into you with a relentless rhythm. his eyes are dark with desire, his lips curled in a cruel smile as he watched you squirm beneath them. “what’s the matter, baby? is taeyongie’s cock too much for you?” your breathy moans fill the room, your hands clutching at taeyong’sback, nails digging into his skin. taeyong leans down, his lips hovering over your ear as he whispers, “it’s a shame. i thought you would’ve been used to my cock by now. guess i haven’t been fucking you enough.

✮⋆˙ a complete mastermind. uses his keen intellect and sharp wit to manipulate you to his advantage.

✮⋆˙ attracted to intelligence and enjoys engaging in intellectual debates or mind games with you.

✮⋆˙ finds pleasure in restraining you. and secretly, he loves to be restrained too, if you’re a good slut for him, he might just let you tie him up.

✮⋆˙ he gets satisfaction from humiliating you, especially in specific contexts, such as role-playing scenarios; (cop x delinquent, teacher x bad student, etc… literally any scenario where he gets to be in charge.)

✮⋆˙ he enjoys exploring different sensory experiences, whether through temperature play, sensation play, or other forms of sensory stimulation.

✮⋆˙ his favorite thing about you is your cock.

✮⋆˙ his favorite place to cum is all over your face; he loves seeing your face stained in his cum. will take photos of your face to further humiliate you.

✮⋆˙ he likes to stuff his fingers into your mouth, making you lick and suck on them whilst he’s fucking you. he’s trying to make you have an oral fixation maybe??

✮⋆˙ his favorite sex position is missionary.

[eevees-hobbies]

His Lucky Charm - NSFW (Fem!Reader x Haruka Sakura)

Author’s Note: Down bad for Haruka Sakura. As always, I appreciate likes, comments and reblogs. Requests/thirsts are open.

Synopsis: Sakura considers you his lucky charm that contributes to his winning fight record. How does it work? Well, he has to fuck you, duh!

Content Warning: All smut. Cum eating, reader receives oral, premature ejaculation, fingering, submissive Sakura, then dominant Sakura, teasing, shit-talking. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 1.8K

Divider by Saradika. Story banner by me.

“I’m going to beat someone’s ass today.”

To anyone else, those seven words dripping in confidence and lethal aggression would sound like a declaration of war. But to you, someone who knows your boyfriend—Haruka Sakura—you know those words are intended for you. 

He’s giving you a message. A pattern has developed between you two. Sakura has a fixed, unyielding mindset that if he has a fight that day, he needs to have you split open on his cock prior to the battle to guarantee victory. Because, simply put, you are his good luck charm.

Is it backed by science? Absolutely not. Does he believe it to his core? Bet your fucking ass he does.

So it doesn’t come to you as a surprise that you’re now in a position where you’re poised on your king-sized bed, staring up at the ceiling, legs spread with Sakura’s mouth making out with your cum-filled pussy.

“Mmm, eat up baby.” You purposefully clench your walls, forcing Sakura’s cum to flow out of you and into his open mouth.

“You’re a fucking pervert,” he sneers. Without missing a beat, his tongue darts out to catch the residual leakage, savoring the saltiness of his cum and the sweetness of your pussy. You can only see the top of his head from your vantage, but you can hear the whine in his voice as he laps at you hungrily. 

“What’d ya say, my little cum eater?” You tease, earning a quick bite to your inner thigh from Sakura.

He sits up and wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, “let me put it back in. I won’t cum too fast this time, swear,” he states, trying his best to hide the way his voice fractures, a clear indication of his desire to have you again. 

Truth be told, Sakura is really good at fucking. He’s athletic, flexible, nimble with his fingers, and is capable of bouncing you on his dick until you can’t form a coherent thought in your pretty little head.

The keyword here is capable.

Sakura’s one flaw is that he has no control over when he ejaculates. Some sessions feel like they’ve gone on for hours, while others are over as soon as he pushes the tip of his cock in. He can’t help that your cunt feels like it’s actively deepthroating him and how entering you often sends him reeling and coating the entrance of your messy pussy with his seed. Every time he fucks you, you’re playing some lewd version of Russian Roulette. Will he or won’t he?

A Few Moments Ago

Sakura had tapped the head of his fat dick against your swollen clit, watching as your wetness formed droplets on the smooth head of his cock. He couldn’t help but drool at the way your cute little clit twitched for him as if beckoning him to abuse it more. 

You, however, were squirming beneath him, his inadvertent teasing feeling like your own personal hell. “Sakura, hurry up!” 

Your attempt at sounding commanding landed on deaf ears–he’s too far gone with the only thought on his mind: coating his dick with your thick cream so he can win his fight today. As he slid into you, you barely had enough time to adjust and savor his girth before he let out a hitched gasp. 

You witnessed what was happening as it played out on his face before you felt “it.”

“It,” being his dick spasming pathetically, an untimely victim to your slick, tight walls.

Sakura knew it, too. His neck, face, and ears were a bright red, and his mouth was opening and closing as if he wanted to say something, but the premature orgasm that was being ripped from his body didn’t allow him the privilege to do so.

A slippery warmth suddenly slid down your thighs, and your eyes widened, “Sakura, don’t tell me that you just fucking came.”

“Um, I can get it back up. Give me a second.” He reached his hand down in between you both and pulled back so he was stroking his softening dick in his hands, gazing at your body with such intensity that it made your walls involuntarily clench.

But fuck this. Fuck that. It was cute the first twenty times. Now you’re feeling less than merciful after experiencing being cruelly edged into what feels like insanity.

“The least you can do is clean it up.”

Sakura’s hand stops pumping, and his eyes dash over to your exposed pussy, which is now leaking his cum onto the bedsheets. “Y-you want me to eat you out with my…’stuff’ running out of you?”

The audacity.

“Sakura,” you enunciate his name as though you’re giving him a warning. You’re thankful that he doesn’t call your bluff because he positions himself between your thighs and begins to get to work like the dutiful boy he is.

Now

“Sakura, get back to work,” you growl and shift so that he has a clear view of your waiting sex. He grumbles but dives back in.

You can’t help but bite your bottom lip. For all the things that Sakura is, he’s an excellent—and messy—eater. The way he spits a glob of spit on your pussy, swirling it around with his tongue and pushing it into you to add to your already oversaturated hole, makes your head float. 

“Mmm, fuck, you taste so fuckin’ good, baby.”

He slips his middle finger in you, and you take it with ease, having already been temporarily stretched out by his cock. As he curls his finger against your g-spot, an area that he’s proud to have found on his own, he presses an open-mouthed kiss against your clit, then another, and another.

The inside of your thighs contract almost painfully, the sensation of his mouth allowing you to get closer to that orgasm that escaped you moments before, fuck, you’re so fucking close, god, here it fucking comes-

Until Sakura abruptly pulls away, leaving the absence of his finger and mouth very apparent.

“I’m hard again. Let me fuck you,” he whines as he palms his dick which is now dripping globules of precum on your leg. If you weren’t so horny, you’d be flattered.

As you contemplate how many years a murder charge would get you and if orgasm denial is a reasonable enough defense, Sakura lets out a frustrated growl and flips you onto your stomach.

Yeah, murder is lookin’ pretty good right about now.

You feel Sakura press his body against yours, his cock dragging heavily against the top of your ass and down the expanse of it. You give him a little twerk, smacking the fat of it against the underside of his cock.

Sakura growls and slides his dick back into you slower and with far more care than you anticipated, either because he’s attempting to avoid a repeat of his little incident from earlier or because he’s savoring the feeling of entering you. 

It makes no difference to you as you feel your senses overload from just being in such close proximity to him. Everywhere his skin touches you, you feel the charge of electricity. Where his fingers brush against the fat of your thighs, goose bumps soon follow. Fuck, even the smell of the tangy sex of your two bodies mixing intoxicates you.

God, this man. 

His mouth is pressed so close to your neck that the heat of his breath tickles the shell of your ear. “Fuuuuck, why do you feel like you were meant for me?”

His words relax your body, softening muscles you hadn’t known were rigid, “that’s because I am meant for you, Haruka.”

Your words ring in his ears like a sermon he didn’t know he needed, a mantra delivered off the tip of your tongue that drives him wild. Your words give him the unspoken go-ahead to hold your wrists behind your back and piston his hips forward, ramming into you so hard that you’re being forced forward, causing the bedsheets to rub against your nipples in a way that makes you shudder.

“Shit, every time I fuck you, I win a fight. This pussy’s that fuckin’ good.” The Sakura who had accidently cum inside of you was long gone, replaced by this confident and sex-possessed man.

And god, does it feel so good to finally have your cervix abused by him.

“You gonna’ cum on this dick, baby? Help me win my fight?”

Words aren’t coming quickly to you–a consequence of him slamming into you so hard that your body is shifting upwards and making it difficult to catch your breath, but you give him your best hum of approval.

You can feel his fingers squeeze your wrists so harshly that you’re confident that they’re going to leave delicious indentations and maybe even bruises for you to wear like a badge of honor over the next few days.

“Haruka,” you whimper, “I’m not going to last much longer.”

He sputters out a half laugh-half moan, “Shit, ain’t that funny.” You can’t see it, but you can feel the cocky grin he has on his face as he delivers a hard smack to your ass. The way you clench around his dick makes Sakura’s leg shake. 

“You liked that?” He palms your ass roughly, jiggling it against his hand and making it bounce.

At this point, you don’t know what’s more shameful: the fact that your pre-ejaculation-prone boyfriend is giving you a run for your money or that he’s now giving you shit. Either way, the switch in his attitude from being so pathetically pussy-hungry that he was licking up his cum to now restraining you and pounding into your cervix is a pleasant and pleasurable mindfuck.

Oh shit.

At that moment, Sakura finds the spot in you that makes you rasp out his name. You can barely concentrate on all the sounds that he’s pulling out of you, but the distinct sound of splashing makes your cheeks hot, the mixture of his cum, saliva, and your fluids splashing out and coating Sakura’s pubic hair and thighs.

“F-fucking cum already,” he growls in your ear. You then realize that this is a competition for him. He’s holding back his orgasm not out of consideration but simply out of spite. And if you hadn’t already had so many orgasms stolen from you, you might have been able to play his game and give him a run for his money.

Wishful thinking as you bite the bedsheets, stealing the satisfaction he’d gain from hearing the earsplitting moan that erupts from your lungs as, finally, your cunt grips and squeezes at his cock.

Sakura lets out a chuckle—because he fucking won—that is quickly replaced by his loud whine as his inhumanly large load floods into you. Several minutes pass before either of you can move—heavy breathing and residual groans fill the room.

Finally, Sakura dismounts you, but not before delivering a smack to your ass triumphantly.

Asshole

“I gotta go, but thanks for the extra mojo, babe.”

You close your eyes, completely spent, and whisper, “have fun winning your fight,” before drifting off to sleep.

[brujamala-aka-gigi]

quick 100 word pick a pile reading

Pick one and let me give you a short piece of advice from my tarots.

pile 1 pile 2 pile 3

pile 4 pile 5 pile 6

MASTERPOST & PAID SERVICES

xoxo gigi <3

btw im doing a tarot ask game this week, vote here for the date <3

pile number one

Your emotions are not your enemy. Sensitivity is only a disadvantage when you can’t allow yourself to process and express what goes beyond logic. Your growth can be stunted if you can’t embrace the messages that your feelings carry. Being able to ignore the inner workings of your subconscious mind is not a great ability, and it will become something that clouds your judgment. Take time to learn about this side of you, take time to name each emotional experience and work on it. 

pile number two

Inspiration is a great source of power and energy to achieve many things, but keep in mind that you must be able to continue working towards your goals even when it seems like there’s no real reason or no energy to do so. Creativity is a muscle, don’t let it shrink while waiting for something outside of your control to give you reasons to move forward. There’s times and places for impulsive playfulness, but discipline is always valuable even when it becomes tedious.

pile number three

Sometimes the conflictive situations and people around you are not themselves the problem to be solved, but more so a manifestation of something deeper in your life that it’s most likely not being taken into consideration. Before starting an argument, think if it's worth fighting against the problem or reflecting on what about that problem actually strikes a nerve that moves something deeper in your unconscious mind. It’s let about the things themselves but more so about what they represent to your personal experience.

pile number four

Don’t let yourself become the victim of your own negative thought patterns whenever you feel defeated. Nobody enjoys failing, but you are smart enough to know that getting stuck on self destructive cycles of stagnation is possible to avoid. Don’t fall for toxic positivity either. Take the time and the patience needed to look deeply into what’s making you unsatisfied, and be honest with yourself on what actually will help you move on from this. Challenge your typical approaches without engaging in negative self talk.

pile number five

Being confronted by new perspectives and forced to relearn things might seem traumatic at first, but this is a great opportunity to test what should stay and what should go when it comes to your beliefs. As constraining as situations like this can be, you can always rely on your own intellectual independence to make out of them whatever you want. Take this as an opportunity to test your mental strength and the resilience of your values and ideals, not many people can handle being questioned.

pile number six

Your desire for control and your impulsiveness might not seem compatible at first, yet this sort of opposing energies are present to keep you moving forward. Both come from a lack of understanding about unconscious needs, but when working together and being balanced by each other, they can take you to some really necessary conclusions. You should remain careful tho, as you might hurt yourself when acting impulsively after being bored of the control, or when trying to go back into control after being impulsive.

[johnslittlespoon]

Question because I loveeeee talking about how sex and sexy scenes can sometimes just not work because hello, this is real life!

“but gale gets good at rephrasing it in a way that they're both comfortable with, after some trial and error.”

Re. said trial and error: do u think they’ve ever been in a situation where Gale translates Bucky’s desire to be put in his place as him wanting Gale to be mean to him/ put him down. Because I’m just like. Imagine if this did happen in a situation where Bucky was being punished/ is over Gale’s knee. And at the start Bucky is obviously into it so Gale kind of thinks of that as maybe he should amp it up a little and he starts being a little cruel with his words. And maybeeee Bucky whimpers in response but it’s too similar to his other noises for Gale to realize he isn’t liking this and he’s getting in his head. AND then. Because Bucky is a decent way through his punishment, his desire to be good for Gale has really peaked so he doesn’t wanna say anything and he just tries to take the words and really be good but the harsh words in combination with the fact that Gale is a strong man and he’s been spanking for a while now and it’s starting to be a little uncomfy and just. Too much for Bucky. I can see him being able to take a bit of uncomfortable squirmy type pain IF Gale is sweetly talking him through it. But the harsh words and the pain is way too much for him. And eventually Gale notices and they just stop the scene and Gale just comforts and loves on him <3

referenced post | hellooo yes i can elaborate! i also love talking about how sex can not work out; i feel like it adds so much to a pairing’s dynamic when everything’s not cookie–cutter perfect, and like you said, in real life it’s not always sunshine and rainbows. 1.5k words of nsfw drabble below the cut (ik. so much for short replies sigh) <3

i can for sure see things getting lost in translation, or just miscommunications happening, or trying things they think they might like but then finding out they don’t like it, etc. but i think with ‘canonic’ characterization, in the context of gale actually being mean/putting john down, this probably isn’t something that would happen, because i think even if john genuinely did want that, it’s something gale wouldn’t be comfortable with. i feel like he’d maybe be fine with being mean in a teasing way, ie: light degrading, light humiliation, that sort of thing, but anything actually ‘unkind’ even if it’s all part of a scene, i’m not sure it would fly with him, or at least the way i view/write his character!

but for the sake of fun brainrot? absoluuutely lol. >:) and as an aside in this scenario, i could even see john himself thinking he’s wanting gale to be mean to him, not understanding that the actual desire is him wanting to be put in his place and roughed up, and not realizing his miscalculation until it’s (in his mind) too late. + the outcome of all this is likely some level of subdrop, but they’re two dudes in the 40s, they wouldn’t have that vocabulary lol, so it really does all circle back to trial and error and figuring out what the other really needs. :-)

i can see this starting out with john spending a day really acting up to ensure he gets under gale’s skin good, because as outwardly confident and content to run his mouth as he is, sometimes he doesn’t feel like asking for what he needs, maybe even feels a little bit embarrassed having to say it out loud. that, and there’s more of a thrill when gale just does it on his own, because it gives john the genuine feeling of having control taken from him. 

by the end of the day, gale’s at the end of his rope. he gets john alone finally and tangles a hand in his hair and gives it a harsh tug as he asks “what the hell’s gotten into you today?” and he can tell exactly what type of mood john’s in just by the way his jaw goes slack and how he looks a little winded at the show of force. so gale pushes him down to his knees, grabs his jaw with a firm hand, says “y’want me to be mean?” and john’s already a bit flushed, nods dazedly, and gale tightens his grip and goes “really, now?” and john nods again, whines a little, and well, alright. who’s he to deny him?

and maybe john even pushes a tiny bit more so gale has a reason to let himself be a little more cruel; maybe gale sits on the couch and tells john “over my knee.” and john just stays kneeling with droopy eyes and a lopsided smile, knowing damn well he’s playing with fire, and gale has to stand back up and drag him over by the back of his neck and drape him over his lap himself. john’s thrilled, obviously, already dizzy at being manhandled like that, but gale’s even more ticked off.

so john gets bent over gale’s lap and is made to count each hit as gale gives him a generally disapproving verbal lashing, y’know classic “i thought you like being good for me john, what happened? you think you were good today?” to make john squirm, to get him flustered a little having to focus on counting and answering questions. gale can feel that john’s hard and leaking against his thigh, and he’s making the prettiest, desperate little noises in between the words he manages to choke out, and right about now’s where he probably strays out of character.

they’re both so caught up in the scene, and john sounds so worked up that gale knows he’s giving him what he needs, so he lets his tongue get a little more sharp. maybe morphs into the territory of “can’t use your head right, huh? just can’t learn to listen for once?”, “don’t know why i keep trying to teach you to be good when you seem to enjoy disappointing me,” “shouldn’t even be touching you right now, you don’t deserve the attention.”

and all the while, john’s hips are wriggling, and he’s gasping out small noises, but he’s long since stopped counting and his head’s feeling fuzzy in a not–good way, and whereas gentle words between teasing would usually ease the sting on his ass, there’s no reassurance to cushion the ache of each hit this time. but he’s still all worked up and floaty and all his brain can comprehend is that gale’s unhappy with him, disappointed, fed up, and none of it in a fun way, so he wants to fix that, and the most obvious way to him with the state he’s in is to make gale proud by sitting through his punishment.

john tries to continue being responsive, to attempt to answer gale’s questions, to apologize at the right times, to just push on through because he’s sure gale’s close to done and then they’ll both get to make each other feel good. but he feels stupid and bad and he kinda just wants to curl in on himself, and a small part of him is telling him gale doesn’t actually believe what he’s saying, but the rest of him is taking the words to heart. his eyes are stinging and suddenly he’s blinking away tears and whimpering out a string of “sorrysorrysorryi’msorry” and then gravity’s shifting as gale abruptly pulls him up and into his lap, warm hands cupping his face.

soft, frantic murmurs of “hey, heyheyhey, what’s wrong, baby?” as wide eyes search john’s flushed face, thumbs gently stroking over tear streaked cheeks, but john’s in no state to speak or explain where his head’s gone. it’s alright though; it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for gale to clue in, and then he feels awful, but he’s immediately focused on calming john down. pulls him in close and tucks john’s face against his neck, murmurs “oh, sweet thing, i’m sorry, that was too much, wasn’t it?” as he rubs john’s back, kissing the top of his head. assures him over and over that he’s not actually mad, that he is so good for him, a good listener, could never disappoint him, etc.

just keeps quietly talking and petting his hair and squeezing him tight until he can feel the tension slowly leave john’s body as he relaxes into his lap. and john feels stupid as he calms down, feels like he’s made a big deal out of nothing, like it shouldn’t have affected him so much, and then he gets in his head about that, but gale can hear the hamster wheel in his head going and murmurs all fondly, “i can hear you thinking, john. you stop that right now.” and it gets a wet laugh out of john, a sniff.

gale asks if it’s alright to move to their bed, and john nods, so they get cozy there instead, and john feels ashamed for (in his mind) ruining their evening, and gale feels terrible for making john feel bad about himself for even a second, kicking himself for not realizing things were off sooner. so there ends up being a bit of a joint need for reassurance, gale making absolutely certain john understands he doesn’t actually think any of the things he’d said, and john making sure gale knows he has no reason to feel bad, and that he forgives him (though john doesn’t like that gale's apologizing at all). 

it turns into an evening of aftercare via cuddles and words of affirmation and gentle touches, maybe leads into sweet and soft kisses and lazy grinding and feeling each other up until they get off like that, limbs all tangled up, lovesick pet names and praise from both of them. i think this specific incident would shake gale up so much that– if there wasn’t one already that john had just been reluctant to use during the scene, in which case a serious conversation would need to be had between them– he’d ensure they establish a safe word, and on top of that probably stick to softer things for a bit, both of them emotionally tender.

and in terms of trial and error, they’d learn gale’s comfort limit with being harsher, because even if john had enjoyed all of it, gale thinks that he might’ve still felt a bit guilty afterwards, finding more enjoyment in putting john in his place with light scolding or teasing to accompany whatever the physical punishment is. and they’d learn john’s comfort limit with being verbally punished, because while he most definitely gets off on gale being mean/rough, he gets in his head about things really easily, especially if the words touch on sore spots (that he may or may not even be aware of). 

but they never shy away from trying new things together; it’s all part of the process and even if it’s sucky sometimes to deal with things not turning out the way they anticipate, it teaches them better communication and brings them closer and they always bounce back in the end. <3

[radioactivewisdom]

Femininity and masculinity are artificial. Both signal that said individuals are emotionally stagnant and incomplete in their own selves. One signals submission, and the other is a coping mechanism for being so powerless to control one’s physical desires. Together they only exacerbate their negative qualities which leads to the creation of the world at large, and mass project onto children.

Those who tell you that these unions are “Devine” are especially sick in the head and deviant. It’s a never ending negative feedback loop, in which two slow individuals become frustrated at each other’s lackluster performances. It’s impossible to keep up for long because nobody is supposed to be searching for another person to make themselves whole, especially not on the basis of bullshit like “docile dumb housewife” and “logical boss man.”

You can see the facade breaking anytime a conversation with one of these people takes place away from their “counterpart.” They can’t stand each other and are too stupid to figure out why. Creating duality when there is none is a dangerous game. It’s the dumbing down of one’s mind to constantly require an “opposite” to make sense of anything. This is why the collective is absolutely useless when it comes to critical thinking and engaging in any discussions beyond the physical. Their brains can only process “black always means the opposite of white.” Finding themselves lost when presented with anything, or anyone, who can’t be pinned down into an already agreed upon definition.

To break the mold means to break free of polarity, which is a good thing. Society will resent your ability to breathe and form actual thoughts of your own. Even if they become hostile upon meeting you, it’s due to frustration at their own inability to live without restraints. It’s so glaringly obvious when a woman is holding herself back because she wants to be agreeable and “feminine.” No need to mention the societal damage caused by the supposed “stoic” and thus “masculine” members of society.

The real you radiates when you embrace the innate qualities within that exists regardless of race, gender, and age. The world only gives worth to external factors because superficiality breeds contempt, which allows this place to operate unchallenged. Most people only wake up upon illness and old age, left only with the contents of their hearts. Your ability to see through this illusion is a blessing. True divine union takes place within when one lives according to their heart.

[christinaur]

So this is a German history book that I own, down below I’ll leave a translation, and it talks about the Gaza strip but mostly about Israel. It kinda touches some topics that makes it seem like there’s an understanding for the Palestinians but all in all it’s just really biased. I wanted to publish this here so other people could form an opinion as well and I wanted to see if it feels wrong to other people as well.

Side note: This book was published in 2016, I think some of it was revised in 2019 and is being used in schools. (Geschichte und Geschehen 9 (Baden-Württemberg für Gymnasien)). I also didn’t translate the side things written on the side since they’re definitions.

English translation:

Divided World and the Cold War (1945-1991)

An unbearable conflict?

Seeking Peace in the Middle East The Middle East has been a hotspot for decades. Pictures of bloody attacks by Palestinians on Israelis, retaliatory strikes by the Israeli army and reports of disputed Israeli settlements on Palestinian territory dominate the news. How did this happen and what are the possible solutions?

A State for the Jews Since antiquity, Jews have lived in the Diaspora. They formed a minority in many countries in Europe and North Africa. They were often persecuted for religious, political or social reasons. Growing anti-Semitism, riots against Jews in Eastern Europe and the search for their own identity at the end of the 19th century reinforced the desire to return to the "land of the fathers", Zion. Under the leadership of the Austrian journalist Theodor Herzl, the Zionists united in 1897 the establishment of a Jewish state. By 1914, 85,000 Jews had emigrated to Palestine to establish settlements, with more to follow soon. In 1917, the English Foreign Secretary promised Lord Balfour to give a new home to the Jews of Palestine, which was then part of the Ottoman Empire, which was at war with Britain.

Immigration and Conflict

Palestine, however, was not an unpopulated country. The immigrants encountered an Arab population that had lived there for centuries. Major Palestinian landowners sold a significant portion of the new settlement areas to Jewish immigrants, which contributed to unrest among the Arab population. Their national sentiment had awakened in the fight against the Osmen. But the desire for an Arab empire was not fulfilled after the collapse of the Ottoman Empire in 1918. Palestine remained under British administration. Mandate power soon faced fierce clashes between the Arab population and the growing number of Jewish immigrants. Between 1931 and 1939 alone, 265,000 Jews immigrated. Thousands who had escaped the Nazi regime’s Shoah in Germany hoped to find a new home in Palestine. Attempts by the British Mandate in Palastina to limit immigration in order to defuse rising tensions have failed.

Israel - a State for the Jews

In the UN partition plan of 29 November 1947, the first step in the process of decolonization was to divide Palestine into a loose economic union and a neutral zone of Jerusalem under UN control. Only the Jewish side accepted this decision. On 14 May 1948, the State of Israel was founded. The next day, five neighbouring Arab states attacked Israel with their armies. Israel won the so-called War of Independence, thereby expanding its territory. Jerusalem, with the most important religious sites for Jews and Muslims, was divided. Between 600 000 and 750 000 Palestinians have fled the conflict or been driven from their homes. To this day Israel refuses to withdraw from the occupied territories or to grant the Palestinian refugees the right to return. To date there are around 3.5 to 4 million refugees in camps in neighbouring countries, mostly in poor conditions. They were not sent to the camps in the respective countries societies are integrated and, as tolerated refugees, are still mostly without citizenship rights.

New Wars

The new state developed along Western lines. To this day, Israel remains the only democratic country in the Middle East. Economically, too, Israel soon ranked among the most modern and efficient countries in the region. In three other wars, Israel had to defend its existence against attacks or threats in 1956, 1967 and 1973. For military reasons, it occupied Palestinian territories in the region Jordan Valley and the Gaza Strip. With the agreement of the government, Israeli settlers followed and wanted to take over more parts of the country. Their refusal to re-establish what they saw as the "holy land" to this day makes any peace solution more difficult.

Victories, but no peace

But victories and land occupations did not mean peace. Only Egypt and Israel made peace in 1979 under American mediation. It was the first Arab country to recognise Israel. Palestinian fighters from neighbouring countries continued to attack Israeli settlements. In 1987, civil disobedience such as refusal to pay taxes and demonstrations occurred in the occupied territories, but also violent resistance to the occupying power - the Intifada. The Palestine Liberation Front (PLO) wanted to destroy Israel. Conversely, the Israelis were unwilling to recognise the right of the Palestinians to self-determination.

The end of the Cold War

The end of the Cold War in 1991 seemed to herald a new era of peace for the Middle East as well. Israel and the PLO recognized each other in 1993 and agreed on a gradual autonomy of the occupied territories (Oslo I). However, many questions remained unanswered. These include, above all, the future of Jewish settlements, the fate of millions of Palestinian refugees, and the development of a functioning society and economy in the Palestinian territories. Particularly controversial is the status of Jerusalem, which Israelis and Arabs consider one of their holiest sites.

Peace in sight?

Despite all the problems, the 1993 agreement represented significant progress: Israeli troops withdrew, a Palestinian parliament and its own president - the leader of the PLO, Yasser Arafat - were elected. Jordan also made peace with Israel in 1994. Other Arab states remain hostile to Israel. The murder of the Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin in 1995 by a radical Jewish settler showed how much extremists were trying to derail the peace process. These include members of the Islamic resistance movement Hamas, which sees itself as the true representative of the Palestinian people and rejects any agreement with Israel. In the summer of 2000, negotiations on an independent Palestinian state failed. In September 2000, a second intifada began. Since then, Palestinians have been trying to fight Israeli rule through assassinations, attacks on Israeli settlements and violent demonstrations. The Israeli government responded by occupying parts of the autonomous territories and massive military action, as well as building an eight-meter-high concrete wall to prevent attackers from entering Israel. Hundreds of people have lost their lives on both sides.

Why is there no peace?

One of the answers to this question lies in the changed framework conditions since the peace of 1993. Instead of peace, there have been wars and civil wars in the region for many years. States such as Syria and Iraq are on the verge of disintegration, while others such as Iran openly threaten Israel. This is accompanied by a strengthening of radical Islamist forces in Israel's neighboring states. They support those groups among the Palestinians who continue to refuse to recognize Israel's right to exist and attack Israelis with rockets from the Gaza Strip. This results in the fear of many Israelis of compromises that could endanger their own existence, even if many do not approve of the behavior of the settlers in the occupied territories. The most important prerequisites for resolving the conflict are the creation of mutual trust and the stabilisation of the entire region.

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

Did you watch that Niall reading fan fic video? Did you watch it to the very end? After he finished reading the fic, he laughed and said "that was some online Tumblr shit right there"...yeah that was dissapoiting to hear. I'm not a writer or have my own Tumblr blog but I took offense to this. To just laugh like that at your own fans, the ones who take the time to write the fics and those who take the time to read them. Not ok.

It is OK to laugh at people anon - it's a very common human reaction to the world. I'm sure you have laughed at a lot of people in your life. Fandom culture also involves a lot of laughing at people. You may not like that Niall laughed at tumblr - but that doesn't make it not OK.

I do think it's actually worth asking the question - what principle could possibly make Niall laughing at fans wrong in a moral sense? (As opposed to a reasonably normal thing to do that people can like and not like as they see fit). If people want to share their answers I'd be really interesting in hearing them. But I am going to take this question perhaps overly seriously (particularly when my basic response to the video is that it's pretty trivial), because I do think it's important to articulate and maintain the difference between 'I don't like this' and 'this is wrong'.

One of my basic beliefs is that saying something is wrong , as opposed to just something you don't like personally, is a pretty big deal. That a moral code is something pretty serious, it's necessary, obviously, but invoking morality just to express preferences has a quite significant history of doing incredible damage.

There are I think two basic strain of answers people might give to justify the idea that there's something wrong in a broad sense with what Niall did. The first is that it's wrong for Niall to laugh at fans, because they support his career in some way. That there is some sort of obligation or boundaries that a musician owes to fans that they don't owe to other people, beyond the contractual obligations of things they agree to do.

I actually think that's a deeply fucked up and controlling worldview that must be actively opposed. You can't buy control over another human being, no matter how much you stream. Most musicians have very complicated thoughts and feelings about fans, because fandom is a weird and complicated relationship. It's up to individual musicians to navigate that however works best for them, including laughing at people.

The other broad justification comes from some sort of analysis of society and one that argues that in some way Niall has power over fans and therefore it's wrong for him to laugh at them. My other anon phrased it as 'punching down'.

I think it' worth spelling out all the power Niall doesn't have over fans, he can't fire people, or evict them, or deprive them of ways of getting their needs met in any other way. He doesn't have any structural power to evaluate people - like teachers do. He can't grant or withhold necessary services from people. He can't deprive people of their liberty or cause people to be deprived of their liberty. He has no special access to violence. I think it's worth explicitly acknowledging the many ways people have real power over other people to put these discussions in context.

When fans suggest that other people have power over them and therefore it's wrong to mock them - they never mean any of these actual power structures that shape people's life. They usually mean something much more amorphous - it's a logic like 'fans are mostly women, therefore any mockery of fans is mockery of women, therefore its wrong'. (I think it's worth noting that a focus on fans as a category of people who should not be mocked, is very different from a formulation that suggested that particular forms of mockery were based in misogynist ideas and spelled out what they were. I would have a lot more time for something that framed this as making fun of women's sexual desire and expression. But I don't think that's how the discussion has been framed).

There is a real tendency within fandom to cast fans as a group of people who are inherently powerless and whom any form of criticism is wrong. This comes alongside a complete denial of the power in numbers and the ways that fans can and do exert power over people through their numbers. It is very tempting to position ourselves (both individually and collectively) as someone who can only ever be harmed, but can't do any harm to others. But it is a temptation that absolutely must be resisted - it is an anathema to solidarity and it is also an anathema to building strong relationships and treating other people as fully human.

One of the reasons I'm personally so resistant of the idea that fans are a group of people who must be protected and can easily be harmed - is because I see such a deep vein of denial within fandom about fans ability to harm. In fact if a family member, someone they're pretend to date, or someone who has interacted with 1D in any form in the world, says that they've been harmed by the number of people who have responded to them and the things that they've said, fandom's response is to treat this as an unreasonable attack of someone who has power over them - even if that's in no way true.

There may be something I'm missing - if anyone has an explanation for an underlying principle why they think it's not OK that Niall did a segment that contained an element of laughing at a culture that was built by fans I'd be interested to hear it.

But in the meantime I'm going to advocate for there being a difference between 'I don't like this' and 'this is not OK'. There are many reasons people might dislike that video of Niall - but that doesn't mean it's not OK.

[biblically-accurate-dca]

KILL!!!!!!!!!

[the-woman-upstairs]

It’s just…so painful to watch Armand readily submit in order to obtain the love he so desperately craves. And while it’s most assuredly a manipulative tactic, it’s still one borne out of fear and desperation. He cannot lose this person he’s come to love and so will become whatever they want, do whatever they want just so they’ll stay with him. But it won’t be enough. No matter how much he acquiesces or seeks to control (himself, others, the environment), he won’t be able to make Louis stay with him in the perfect life, perfect self he built in the hopes of finally being loved. It will all crumble with Armand left alone in the rubble of what he created, the author of his own abandonment.

[lesbiankendall]

kenstewy + touch

[cherry-treelane]

everytime i watch shameless I get hit with a jolt of sickness and remember how frank and monica stole fionas life from her and she'll never get it back because it never existed because she was a sister first her whole life (from the age of 4) and everything else second and its always just so casual in the show and normal and rarely touched upon but it's not normal at all and it's tragic

[t8oo]

there is some symbolism iv never considered in that one episod of pt5 where zenigata rescues fujiko before she kills lupin