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[jrueships]

stupid

gay recognition when your bestie finally arrives at the brunch

[beybaldes]

need to lie here, need to leave

summer sleepover masterlist

roy kent x gn!reader

summary : “accidentally witnessed kiss”

content warning : allusions to smut but non written, Jamie, wanted a cute cuddling gif and I can’t see who tf is in it I just want Roy to hold me like that so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Most mornings were spent with you whispering pleas for Roy to stay into the quiet space of your bedroom. Each morning he’d appease you the first few times you asked, allowing you to snuggle right back up to him, the third time he’d wiggle himself out of your hold and actually start getting ready; silencing each of your complaints and protests with a kiss.

Today however, Roy never forced himself out of bed, instead, on your third plea for him to stay, he simply did. He used the arm that was around your shoulders to roll you on top of him, wrapping both of his big arms fully around you. The pads of his fingertips brushed against your cheek and then found purchase against the nape of your neck, holding you against him. A delicate kiss was placed against your forehead, and you wished that you could be ever closer to Roy then you were right now.

Before you could fully settle into the embrace and drift back off to sleep in his arms, you crossed your arms over his chest, resting up ur head in your palms so that you were propped up against him and could look down at him. “You’re staying?”

“Yes.” Roy’s eyes fluttered back open, but he was barely awake, his grip on you tightening slightly as he felt your naked chest rise away from his. “Now cuddle me, please.”

“You always sound so sexy when you’ve just woke up, have I ever told you that?” You threaded your hands into his hair, keeping your chin against his chest as you lay back against him so that you could look at him.

“Once or twice.” Roy, sick of not having you flush against him in the way he clearly wanted, hoisted you up and over, making it so you were half on his chest and half on the mattress but now face to face with him. “Have I ever told you how sexy you look? Just, like, all the time?”

“Once or twice.” You hummed, pulling him even closer to you so that you could press a sleepy and slow kiss to his lips. Even when you pulled away, you kept only an inch of space between the two of you, your nose nudging against his with every slight rise of your chest and attempt at another kiss. “What about training? And Jamie?”

Roy knew what you were really asking: why stay today of all days? what’s different this time? And truth be told, Roy wasn’t sure why today of all days was the day he chose not to get up and go to training.

“I love you.“ The one thing Roy knew to be true. You’d never said those three little words before. Although, you weren’t entirely sure why anyone ever called them that until right now. Whenever you’d thought about saying those three little words in your previous relationships, they’d felt so big. But with Roy? They felt just right. You connected your lips once more, this time deepening the kiss with a twist of your fingers in Roy’s hand and the slipping of your tongue past his lips. “Why would I want to be anywhere else?”

“Maybe because you’ve promised to train me and Ted said you have to.” Jamie tartt was stood in Roy’s bedroom door, arms folded across his chest and soaked in rain. If you and Roy hadn’t been so tightly wrapped up in each other, you were certain you’d have jumped a good six feet off the bed. “You’re half an hour late to training me grandad, I’ll be having words with the big boss.”

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

“What the fuck are doing in bed with our social media exec?”

“Jamie, please leave.” The footballers head snapped to face you, curled against Roy’s bare chest with his fingers tracing patterns on your back and yours tangled in his hair. He didn’t think he’d ever seen his coach in such a loved up moment, and he wasn’t sure he ever would again. Taking a snapshot in his brain, he nodded silently, a smile curling onto his face as he made his way out of Roy’s house and back home; and not just because he got to miss training and go back to bed.

“Are we going to question how he got in here?” Roy pressed a kiss to your lips, to the tip of your nose, your cheek, your temple and then your forehead; only stopping when a smile pulled at his lips that he couldn’t hold in.

“Nah. Don’t want to think about fucking Tartt right now. Just want to think about you.”

“Me?” You asked, snuggling yourself into the crook of Roy’s neck, letting sleep take over you once more.

“Only you.”

domestic Roy is everything to me I just want him to be happy fr !!! wrote this just before bed and it was the perfect bedtime story (for me lol totally not self indulgent) love you guys more prompts coming soon!!!

[deliciousangelfestival]

Silent Heir, Hidden Danger - 4

Character: Lawyer!Bucky x Female Character

Summary: She suddenly inherits a fortune from an unknown father, navigating dark secrets with lawyer Bucky Barnes in a suspenseful journey of deception.

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , -

Main Masterlist

Bucky guided Y/N to the clandestine refuge owned by Max, hidden from prying eyes, a sanctuary reserved for moments of respite amidst the chaos of the mafia world.

Y/N, eyeing the surroundings with uncertainty, voiced her doubts. "Are you sure this place is safe?"

Bucky, glancing around to ensure their privacy, reassured her, "Max kept this place off the radar for years. It's our temporary sanctuary, away from prying eyes. Trust me, we'll be safe here."

As they entered Max's secret haven, Y/N's gaze wandered across the walls adorned with photographs capturing moments from her life, moments she was entirely unaware were being observed.

The images depicted her and her mother, frozen in candid snapshots that felt like stolen glimpses into their private world.

Sensing Y/N's contemplative mood, Bucky began to shed light on Max's clandestine efforts. "Max wanted to protect you, Y/N. He had someone watching over you and your mom all these years."

Her expression a mix of disbelief and frustration, retorted, "His efforts were useless. There were times when we were kicked out, left homeless, and Max never lifted a finger to help."

Y/N's gaze lingered on the pictures, a mix of resignation and bitterness etched on her face. "Forget it, Bucky. What's the point?"

She sighed, her voice carrying the weight of years of unanswered questions. "He's dead, and I never met him. I doubt my mother even knows her ex-husband is gone."

Aware of the complexity of emotions within Y/N, Bucky chose his words carefully. "I understand, Y/N. It's a lot to take in. But there's still more to the story, more layers to uncover. We need to figure out why he kept this place a secret, why he had someone watch over you all these years."

A hint of frustration in her tone, replied, "I don't need answers from a dead man. I need real answers. And I need to know why he never showed up when we were struggling. This," she gestured to the hidden haven, "doesn't change anything for me."

Bucky, sensing the exhaustion in both their eyes, gently suggested, "You should rest, Y/N. We both need it." He looked around the concealed sanctuary, a rare refuge safeguarded by Max's secrecy. "This place is secure. Max made sure no one knew about it."

Y/N, reluctantly acknowledging the need for respite, nodded. "Fine, but I still don't understand why he had to keep this place hidden."

As Y/N settled in, Bucky reflected on the revelation. "I found out about this place when Max had a stroke. He called me for help, and that's when I learned about the lengths he went to keep it a secret."

Y/N, her curiosity piqued, asked Bucky, "Why did Max hide his sickness? Was he afraid of something?"

Bucky, with a knowing look, replied, "Pride, Y/N. Max was the leader of the mafia, the Pope of the underworld. Showing weakness wasn't in his nature."

Y/N, a mix of shock and realization on her face, questioned further, "If I receive the money, does that mean I'm supposed to replace Max?"

Bucky chuckled, dispelling the notion. "Impossible, Y/N. Max's shoes are too big to fill. It's a different world, and you're not meant to step into his role."

Yet, as Bucky's words echoed in the hidden refuge, a subtle uncertainty lingered.

Deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling that Max, in his unpredictability, might have orchestrated a game with rules yet to be revealed—a game that could reshape the destiny of the Wolfe legacy in ways neither Y/N nor Bucky could foresee.

#######

The next day

As the early light seeped into Max's secret refuge, Bucky roused from his brief respite. He quietly moved through the concealed space with a sense of purpose, his footsteps masked by the hushed ambiance.

As the dawn painted the room in soft hues, he approached Max's impressive collection of firearms, selecting a weapon that resonated with familiarity.

Draping himself in a bulletproof vest, Bucky meticulously secured each strap, a tangible shield against the uncertainties that lay beyond the sanctuary's walls.

With the weight of the gun in his hand and the protective vest snug against his chest, Bucky cast a final glance at Y/N, still in peaceful slumber. As he moved towards the hidden exit of the refuge, a creak echoed through the room, catching his attention.

Startled, Bucky gripped the firearm tighter. He scanned the room, suspicions heightening. The concealed sanctuary, meant to be a haven, now harbored a whisper of intrusion. Someone had breached Max's fortress of solitude.

Y/N stirred, roused by the subtle disturbance. "Bucky, what's happening?" she asked, her eyes searching for clarity.

Bucky, his instincts on high alert, responded in a hushed tone, "We've got company, Y/N. Stay low and stay quiet."

Bucky's tension eased slightly as the hidden door swung open, revealing the unexpected visitor. At the entrance was Leonard, Max's notary—an unexpected but seemingly innocuous figure. Y/N, however, couldn't hide her shock.

"You? Leonard, Max's notary?" Y/N's disbelief was palpable as she struggled to reconcile the unassuming man before her with the mysterious figure overseeing her father's legal affairs.

Leonard is her neighbor. He always helps her and her mother whenever they need help in their apartment.

Leonard, with a calm demeanor, nodded. "Yes, I've been handling Max's legal matters for years."

Bucky, still cautious, eyed Leonard. "What brings you here? And how did you find this place?"

Leonard's gaze shifted, revealing a trace of hesitation. "Max trusted me with a key to this refuge. He foresaw the need for a secure location, especially considering the recent developments."

Leonard, sensing Y/N's lingering questions, chose his words carefully. "Max cared deeply for you and your mother, Y/N. His life's work, however, placed constraints on the ways he could show it. He was aware of your struggles, but direct assistance would have brought danger to your doorstep."

Y/N, grappling with conflicting emotions, Y/N asked, "So he watched us from afar, knowing we needed help?"

Leonard nodded. "In his world, showing vulnerability is a perilous game. If he intervened openly, it would have exposed his weaknesses, putting you both in even greater danger. The secrecy was his way of safeguarding you."

Y/N, still grappling with the weight of revelations, expressed her frustration. "I don't understand Max's way of thinking. Now, with all this secrecy, I've not only inherited his fortune but also the danger that comes with it. My step-siblings will be after me."

Leonard, empathetic but resolute, responded, "Max's world was complex, Y/N. He wanted to protect you, but it came at the cost of unveiling his vulnerabilities. The danger is real, but we can navigate it together. There's more to uncover, and your safety remains our priority."

Choosing his words carefully, Leonard responded, "Y/N, Max's decisions were strategic, even when it came to the people he involved. Bucky has a crucial role in ensuring your safety. He's more than just a lawyer; he's your guardian in this intricate game."

Bucky, caught off guard, echoed, "Huh?"

Leonard, unraveling another layer of Max's plans, dropped a revelation that left Bucky stunned. "Max wanted Bucky to replace him."

Bucky, incredulous, echoed, "What?"

Leonard continued, "Max had reservations about his sons. He didn't trust them to lead the empire he built. He believed in Bucky's capability and loyalty."

As Bucky grappled with Max's unexpected sense of appreciation, Y/N, in contrast, still felt like an outsider in this unfolding saga.

Leonard, recognizing her uncertainty, sought to provide clarity. "Y/N, you deserve this money. Max had been sending financial support to your mother, but it was consistently blocked by his other wives. This inheritance is not just about wealth; it's about rectifying the injustices Max's complicated life inadvertently caused."

This information fueled Y/N's anger. The inheritance, initially a symbol of opportunity, now bore the weight of injustice. The realization that Max's support had been obstructed by his other wives intensified the storm of emotions within her.

The revelation took an unexpected turn. Leonard disclosed, "Max intended to appoint Bucky as his successor, but with a condition – you marrying him."

Y/N, caught off guard vehemently opposed the idea. "Marry Bucky? I can't marry this madman!"

Leonard, offering a counter, explained, "Y/N, you need the money to settle the debts your family has accumulated. This is Max's way of ensuring your financial security."

Frustration etched on her face, Y/N gritted her teeth. The intricate web of mafia dynamics unfolded before her, revealing a path fraught with danger and the stark realities of obligation and compromise.

Upon pressing the situation's urgency, Leonard explained, "Y/N, you need Bucky for protection. Max's will has brought your existence into the spotlight. Everyone in the underworld now knows about you, and without the safeguard of a marriage to Bucky, you'll be vulnerable."

Leonard, delivering the final blow of necessity, revealed, "Your mother will be the next target as well. If Bucky becomes the leader, it ensures a shield over both of you. No one in the underworld will dare to touch your family."

The stark reality of the situation hung in the air. Once shrouded in mystery, the legacy Max had crafted now demanded a sacrifice that extended beyond Y/N's personal reservations.

"Max's funeral in two days, attended by other mafia leaders, and they'll choose the next leader on the same day. This is happening so fast," she remarked, a tinge of anxiety in her voice.

Leonard's words echoed through the room, setting the stage for the imminent challenges ahead. Y/N turned to Bucky, concern etched on her face.

Bucky, his gaze steady, replied, "The underworld moves swiftly. We can't afford to delay. We need to be there, navigate through the shadows, and ensure we play our cards right."

After Leonard's departure, Bucky, with a pragmatic tone, turned to Y/N. "Well, we should get our marriage certificate."

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[indiaalphawhiskey]

Hi, I want to work through something because I want to be able to enjoy my time in this fandom and support Harry and Louis as they are now. Unfortunately, I can't help but be incredibly disappointed in the decisions that HL have made. Let me preface this by saying that I am aware of how entitled and selfish I sound but emotions sometimes override logic.

I had really big and unfair expectations of Harry and Louis. I honestly thought after One Direction they would come out and start their solo careers on an authentic and free foundation. They had the potential to be such an inspiring and important power couple in the industry and society in general. I pictured them being an amazing source of representation, attending charity events and talking about important issues. All the while staying intensely private. It's this wasted potential that I really struggle to accept. I also have a sneaking suspicion that the Harry and Louis from 2014/15 would be a bit disappointed in where they are now, not on the career front but having a fake son and still kissing supermodels.

As someone who doesn't place a great deal of value on things like career and ambition it's disappointed me how they've chosen that above all else. I believe there are more important things in life. Again, I know how all this sounds but no matter how hard I try I can't help how I feel. But I want to change because I want to be able to enjoy the people that HL are now. It's hard because I'm not here for their careers I'm here for them purely as people and as a couple.

Hi! So first, I’d like to say that I really appreciate the openness of your tone, even though we have quite different opinions. I’m going to strive to match that openness in my response, and if I fall short, I apologize in advance. It’s not at all my intention to come off as rude or aggressive, I just want to challenge your way of thinking about activism, authenticity, and the roles their careers play in that.

You say you’re not here for their careers. You’re here for them as people and as a couple. You don’t seem to see those two are directly interlinked.

The only reason we have access to them as people/as a couple, is because they both chose to continue their careers in the public. They both could have easily chosen to take a step back and work in the background (music production, management, etc.), which would mean no drama. Maybe would’ve meant a bigger chance for them to come out publicly.

But that would have also meant no content. No music, no pap pics, no articles (barring maybe one or two about a charity event, if what you imagined came true). That means no safe spaces at their concerts. No flag waving. No speeches about acceptance, and I need you, you need me, about your body, your choice, about helping people come out… No lyrics about all this time, and we could be lucky again, and you can throw a party full of everyone you know, and we’ll be alright…

No input, no… personality. So who would you be loving? Who would you be here for, exactly? Who would you be supporting? A snapshot of who they were as people/as a couple? The idealized fantasy of a power couple? The people you remember they were seven years ago?

Related to that, I understand that explicit activism is important to you. I understand that you understand that you’ve placed a lot of expectations on them that aren’t fair. Why you’ve done that could be for many reasons — maybe that’s how you personally choose to connect with the queer community, maybe you feel like if you had their platform and their resources, that’s what you would do, I don’t know.

But everything you’ve mentioned (“…come out and start their solo careers on an authentic and free foundation. They had the potential to be such an inspiring and important power couple in the industry and society in general. I pictured them being an amazing source of representation, attending charity events and talking about important issues…”)

Well… who’s to say this isn’t “authentically” who they are (while still working to preserve other things that are important to them, like the privacy of their relationship and their opportunity to make art), even without being “out” and “out together”? Who’s to say they aren’t currently an amazing source of representation? Who’s to say they aren’t talking about important issues?

Because, to me, they are. They may not be doing it at the helm of a pride parade in a rainbow mankini making out in front of news cameras.

But isn’t it equally as important to hold spaces for queer people to just gather and experience joy? Isn’t it equally as important to be verbal about challenging adversity and coming out on top? Isn’t it equally as important to make coming out to one’s parents a communal, celebratory fantastic memory instead of something that’s solitary and filled with fear? Isn’t equally important to prop up young musicians and show them someone with power will be kind, will be supportive, will open doors for them?

There’s value in pragmatic, maybe even implicit, forms of “activism”, too. There’s value in championing life and love and kindness and joy and upholding it for the people who can’t uphold it for themselves. (And it’s especially meaningful coming from two people in such a historically abusive, conservative, homophobic industry.) There’s value in using your time in the spotlight for the benefit of your actual fans.

TL;DR I guess what I’m saying is, we all seem to uphold this gold standard of activism to the letter, and assume that anything less than that isn’t activism, isn’t authenticity, isn’t representation. But having such a rigid definition of “doing good” for a community negates the constant and consistent representation and good they’ve both fought to be able to do.

You said a lot more in your anon, but this is really all I have energy to answer. If it doesn’t change your mind, that’s okay. If it’s still not enough for you, that’s okay too. It doesn’t, and won’t ever, negate everything they’ve done for me and for others.

Maybe one day you’ll find your way back, or maybe you’ll find a couple that represents you the way you need to be represented. Until then, all the best. 🤍

[cactusspatz]

February recs

All 9-1-1 this month (except for a handful of others over at Pinboard)! A mix of gen and Buck/Eddie sorted from shortest to longest, because why not.

Solid Ground by @kingreywrites (gen)

"Hey Buckaroo," she says conversationally, as if any of this is a common occurrence. "I'm glad to see you awake, but please, whatever you do, don't move, okay?" (Or, Hen is here to catch Buck when he falls. Literally.)

Tightly written rope rescue, with a warm Hen-Buck relationship and Hen being a badass.

flutter in the dovecote by KiaraSayre (gen + Buck/Eddie)

Buck, Eddie, and Bobby quarantine from a bird flu exposure, and everything's fine. Totally fine. They're handling it just fine.

This felt SOOOO MUCH like an actual (bottle) episode and now I dearly wish it was.

things you don't say reach me somehow anyway by @sibylsleaves (Buck/Eddie)

He writes CHRISTOPHER at the top of the page in capital letters. Underneath it goes BUCK. Then PEPA, CARLA, CHIM, HEN and so on until he has fifteen names listed out. Fifteen people to show his appreciation for. He starts with the easiest name first. or, Eddie tells the family he chose how much they mean to him. All of them except one.

So sweet and affecting, with plenty of bonus Fire Fam feels while Eddie's therapy homework leads him to figure out the true shape of Buck in his life.

Winter Prayer by @cal-daisies-and-briars (gen)

When a work conflict prevents Athena from accompanying Bobby to Minnesota for the ten year anniversary of his family dying, Buck and May offer to go instead. Over the course of the trip, they all learn more about each other, and Bobby faces his grief.

Quiet and occasionally devastating, with a truckload of soft found family dynamics along for the roadtrip.

piece by piece, you filled the holes that were burned in me by polish_amber / @the-amber-raven (gen)

Buck didn’t see Hen and Chimney exchanging knowing smirks and he was still muffling his groans against the table when they went over to the kitchen to refill their coffee mugs and had a hushed conversation: “Should we tell him that Bobby also asks for feedback?” “Nah,” Hen replied mischievously. “I kind of want to hear what he’ll come up with on the spot.” 5 times Bobby has feedback for Buck during his annual review, and the one time Buck gets a perfect score and has some feedback of his own.

Such a fun use of that bit of canon, and great snapshots of their changing dynamic across the years.

I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I See by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Buck/Eddie)

When Eddie joins the 118, he and Buck don't exactly hit it off on the right foot. Or continue to walk on the right foot. In fact they kind of can't stand each other. Good thing they each have a beloved anonymous pen pal to share their daily woes with, someone completely unlike their insufferable coworker. Or, in which Buck and Eddie love each other before they know each other, and know each other before they love each other.

Delightful epistolary identity porn! Very very classic set up but the execution is *chefkiss* perfect.

Evan Buckley & The Coma-Verse of Madness by @cal-daisies-and-briars (Buck/Eddie)

After being struck by lightning on a call, Buck experiences a plethora of alternate realities showing him different directions his life could have taken. Fighting hard to get home, Buck learns what, or who, is important to him in every lifetime.

Great varation on 6x11 (the coma-dream episode), with gorgeous characterization. Emotionally devastating at times, but also devastatingly romantic.

[tripthelightfatality]

Snapshot Brat

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it!), Edging, Mentions of spanking, Mentions of toy use, Slight choking, Slight slapping, Daddy kink, Begging, Spanking, Dirty talk, Sending nudes, Bondage, Dom! Danny, Sub! Reader, Brat! Reader, Spit play, Rough sex, Squirting, Orgasm denial, Hickeys, Dacryphilia, Pure filth

Pairing: Danny x Reader

This is my first smut fic in a long time! I hope you enjoy <3

“Looks like you’ve gotten yourself into quite the predicament, Princess” Danny rasped into your ear. You were sitting in his lap with your back flush to his chest and wrists bound behind you. Danny has been edging you for the past fifteen minutes with no remorse. 

His fingers curled inside of you at a torturous pace while his calloused thumb toyed with your aching clit. He knew what motions made you writhe and squirm. Playing fair was never a part of a punishment.

-Earlier that day- 

“Y/N…if you keep this up, you’re not going to like what’s waiting for you” His tone of voice indicated that you were playing a dangerous game. Despite his warning, you wanted to push the limit. 

You’ve been on a serious brat streak lately and this was the one act that could get you into a world of trouble. Danny had an interview today and was not in the mood for any of your antics. After getting some makeup on and changing the bedroom lighting, it was time to put your plan into motion.

A nude as sinful as lust itself sat on the screen. The only thing stopping you from sealing your fate was the send button. Hesitation crept behind you for a second but that was put to a swift end with a push of the button. The screen lit up with Danny’s name and your heart dropped into your stomach. 

“You have 10 minutes until I get home.” 

There were two different types of punishments for being a brat: spankings and edging. If Danny was feeling generous, he’d only give you a certain amount of swats with his hand or toy choice. Edging was used when disobedience needed to die. 

“P-Please Daddy…I-I learned my lesson…please let me cum” you whimpered out. The mascara ran down your cheeks and pussy was making a mess of his thighs. 

Danny sucked a hickey on the junction of your neck and chuckled, “I don’t believe you have, baby. It’s a shame Daddy has to make your pussy cry when I should be spoiling her.” His tone was dripping with false sympathy. 

You felt yourself teetering on the edge of release when Danny removed his fingers suddenly. You thrashed against him and let out a pitiful wine. A hand wrapped around your throat and the sting of a slap spread across your inner thigh. 

The hand around your throat gave you a light squeeze as if it was a warning to stop. You immediately stopped moving to salvage any chances of cumming tonight.

He laced his arms under your thighs and lifted you out of his lap. “You just had to be a little brat huh? I even warned you, yet you still chose to defy me.” Danny growled while placing you on the bed. A gasp fell from your mouth as he ran the head of his cock through your folds.

“Are you going to be my good girl again?”

“Y-Yes I’ll be good! Please fuck me please daddy!” you babbled out.

The groan that escaped from Danny’s lungs was almost primal as he slid into you. The sounds of raw sex filled the room as he pounded into you.The grip he had on your hips was guaranteed to leave bruises. A wail of pleasure ripped from your lungs as Danny hit all the right spots inside of you. 

“Is this what you needed? For daddy to fuck your pretty cunt until you’re a screaming mess?” Danny taunted, his palm cracking against your ass. 

The only things coming out of you were a string of curses and moans that occupied the bedroom. Danny wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you back against his chest. His fingers rubbed harsh circles against your screaming clit. Your legs were threatening to give out from the feelings of overstimulation.

“What do brats get when they act out?” 

“T-They get punished” you whispered out

Danny untied your bonds and flipped you onto your back with ease. He slid back inside of you and grabbed your jaw. Without command, you opened your mouth. A moan that would put a porn star to shame erupted from you as Danny spat directly into your mouth.

“That’s right, baby. They do get punished.” He purred while fucking you into the mattress.

Right when you thought the torture of being edged couldn’t get worse, Danny played the dirtiest card in his arsenal. He propped your legs onto his shoulders and slowed his thrusts down. The tears that brimmed your eyes fell down your cheeks once more. 

Danny took pity on you and softly kissed your tears. This action was enough to have you teetering on the edge of your climax. 

‘Be a doll and cum for me…make it nice and pretty” 

 A scream ripped out of your core as a rush of liquid covered Danny’s chest as your release took over your body. Danny moaned at the sight of you and hit his high shortly after. The both of you hissed in unison as he pulled out. Stars clouded your vision as you fell into a blissful state.

Danny’s soft voice pulled you back into reality.

“You did so good, dove. I hope I wasn’t too rough on you” He said with a kiss on your temple. A fucked out grin spread across your face. “Not at all, babe. I think the punishment was fitting” 

 Danny picked you up gently and made his way to the bathroom. The smell of lavender soap filled your nose as he placed you into the water. He joined you inside the tub and held you close. 

“I love you, Y/N”

[momodita]

snapshots. [—hibari kyoya]

TAGS / WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, a/o/b au,       predator/prey elements, hibari being hibari,       tyl setting, marriage run WC: 1,000 NOTE: hold on i gotta tell the me from 10+ yrs ago       that i still have a thing for this guy...

✗ MINORS / AGELESS / BLANK BLOGS DNI.

Hibari exhibits all the strength and ferocity of a real predator.

He knows only one truth: surrender. You’ve seen it countless times in different forms from his enemies: humiliated defeat; merciless death; bitter prostration. But never could you have imagined that his appetite for glory would extend to you.

Stinging air brushes the fine hairs on your nape when he swings at you—broad-knuckled hands weapon-free to align with the rules, but no less deadly. Forced to overcome your shock as he lunges, scent thick and roiling; you’ve caught whiffs during the run before your encounter, carried by the breeze. He’d caught you off guard—approaching fast during your leisurely stroll.

“Submit.”

Even the vibrations in his voice demand you forfeit. The rough baritone raising your hackles—instinct to fight overriding cordiality.

(In your mind, Hibari hadn’t even been in the realm of potential runners. But he’d come—arriving later than everyone else, standing far from the clumps of mingling alphas. And you briefly, only briefly, wondered if he planned to take it seriously.)

From the gleam in his eyes—the memory of his stare on your neck—you have no doubt he’d been aiming for this outcome all along. The bell has been ringing at steady intervals for the past ten minutes: formed pairs evacuating the designated area to leave the remaining participants in peace. It’s difficult to tell how many remain—where they might be wandering.

“Get real, Hibari.”

You expect him to snarl—your clash stoking the prideful venom that all alphas with a similar penchant for violence boast no shortage of. You expect anger: incredulity and the arrogance he carried with him into this mating run.

Instead, he smiles, and you realize with cold blood draining from your face that he doesn’t pursue surrender—but surrender comes to him.

No one else had looked in your direction for more than friendly acknowledgement. There’s a scrap of hopeful disbelief that he’s simply ignorant of the implications and has merely rushed in blind. That he chose to engage you for the familiarity of having fought side-by-side. After all, you could hardly fathom an alpha like him willingly pursue a beta.

The problem with Hibari is he does not chase. He hunts.

And it is impulsive—recklessness that would put you towards an early grave had he been an enemy—to abandon all momentum and test your hand against the Vongola’s most bloodthirsty Guardian.

You’ve sparred against him countless times before. The results were always as expected.

It’s laughable, almost, how quickly you realize your strength is no match for him.

You go down. And Hibari—like any man thirsty for conquest—is all too eager to partake in the sweet reward of his victory. The heel of his palm pressing on your sternum, right beside the tight rabbiting of your heart. Fingers splaying—a touch too inappropriate in its placement for the mannerly guidelines of this tradition.

Thrashing is easy. Struggling is easy. But Hibari is an immovable force above you, subduing his prey with practiced hands, holding you down against the mossy earth. His head ducks, aiming for the crook of your throat—and you suck in a breath, the impulse to fight betraying you as you freeze beneath him.

But he doesn’t bite.

Nothing will take if he does; you’ve no scent glands, no area primed for a claiming mark to officially tie the two of you together. You don’t even know how he found you amidst the plethora of other candidates. The only realistic outcome is the thorough verbal scolding you’d get from Gokudera.

Hibari leans close, so close the heat of his face melts into your own. He takes a breath—smelling you, you realize with no small amount of mortification—and speaks.

“Submit,” he commands once more. You almost laugh.

“Do you even know the purpose of this run?” His hair tickles, that choppy dark fringe dipping against your skin.

“What a foolish question,” he muses. “A hunt is a hunt.”

You suppress a groan. “Right. Okay. Well, this probably seems like a—competition of sorts, but that’s not what this is,” you explain, pulse showing no signs of slowing. “This is a marriage run, not a hunt. There’s no way to—you know. Win.”

“A claim,” he says, silencing your next thought. “When a claim is made, there is a clear winner, isn’t there?”

You nearly stop breathing. Hibari withdraws to stare at you.

(Tsuna’s earlier apprehension makes perfect sense. It occurs to you, then, that you were the one that hadn’t been taking it seriously from the beginning.)

“A claim here,” he continues—pleased; you’ve known him long enough to hear the subtle tang in his voice—reaching up to brush over your neck, “usually denotes a victor.”

“I am not a prize.” Your limbs go tense, preparing to fight. Hibari catches your wrist easily, his palm calloused and hot.

“You misunderstand,” he says, “this is not a matter of prizes. It’s one of choosing.” His thumb presses lightly into your wrist, where a scent gland would lay. Your pulse is lively under his hands and fingers.

This time, you do laugh, disbelieving. “You would choose this?”

“There is no one else.”

You’re tempted to laugh again. But his face does not betray a hint of sarcasm.

“There will be others,” you insist. “If not by your choice, then the famiglia’s.” His eyes narrow.

“They are irrelevant.”

Your mouth opens to argue. Hibari closes the distance again; his breath hits the pulse point in your throat. He does it so confidently you think—with a squeezing pressure in your chest—that he’s going to bite you for real this time.

For an insane, thoughtless moment, you almost tilt your head to let him.

Your eyes flutter shut, imagining it—almost craving it—and then, when they open, your gazes lock, and—with the prickling rush of adrenaline—you realize there’s nowhere else you could’ve fallen but into his clutches all along.

[steddieunderdogfics]

I know greatunironic is not an unfamiliar name in the the steddie fandom, but I still want to highlight a fic that needs more love: this world is a cold one (it takes one to know one). Features cis woman Stevie and focuses on the aftermath of season 4 from Wayne's perspective

this world is a cold one (it takes one to know one) by greatunironic

@greatunironic

Rating: Teen and Up

10,211 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: Chose Not to Use

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Always a Different Sex, Pre-Relationship, Pre-Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Father-Son Relationship

Summary:

When the suits came round and forced a thick stack of papers under Wayne’s hands to sign his silence away, along with his trailer for “study,” promising that they were lining up a new place for him as they spoke (and didn’t that raise more questions than it answered, he thought), it was a tall woman in a severe suit who had told him that Eddie was in the hospital. She led, of course, with how they had cleared his name of any wrong doing — the Carver boy, a psychotic break, details Wayne didn’t care to remember in the least — and that he was a hero, and it would be a hard road ahead of him but he would live — “Live?” Wayne had asked hoarsely. The woman had grimaced. “Yes. I’m sorry. He and a few other children were injured saving the — Carver’s last victim. Your nephew was the worst of them. But the doctors are optimistic about his recovery, said Harrington and the others got him to the hospital just in time.” Or, a snapshot from a universe where Eddie Munson lives, Stephanie “Stevie” Harrington has always been the babysitter, and Wayne Munson is Hawinks High’s Women’s Basketball’s number one supporter.

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[bloompompom]

please may I get an A! an L! and N! for mrrrrrrr eren jaeger 😇

ooo thank you for asking. you know i’m always happy to talk about him 💕

cw: nsfw, 18+

A for Aphrodisiac — What always turns them on?

You know that thing you do? When Eren’s spooning you, and you too-knowingly wiggle your ass right up against him. Yeah, that. That always turns him on. The first time it happened, back when you first started seeing each other, he thought you were asleep. Now, he knows better than that—the intent behind it. He both loves and hates it because you not only know exactly how to rile him up but how to tease him. The hand he had resting around you, just between your breasts (‘Over your heart, babe,’ he’d correct), would start to massage over them. He’d listen to your breath hitch, lean into you, and whisper against your ear, “You did that on purpose.”

L for Lingerie — What kind of underwear do they like to have their partner wear?

He’d prefer it if you simply didn’t wear them. I just don’t see him being that big of a lingerie guy. He’d much rather see you, you know? He has no favorites of yours; the only thought he gives them is how quickly he can get them on the floor. And if you wear lingerie for him, he’ll entertain it for as long as he can, just because he knows you chose it for him. He’ll admire it long enough to take a mental snapshot (and a real one, if you’ll let him), then it’s on the floor, no different than the rest. 

N for Night — What time of day do they prefer to have sex and why?

Morning, morning, morning. Big morning sex guy. Says it sets his head straight for the day. ‘Like a cup of coffee.’ You’d roll your eyes at him for being so cheesy, but you couldn’t complain. He’s always so lazy and lovey in the morning, half-asleep, and can never keep his hands off you. You like that side of him, even if he denies its existence later in the day. But the best part is, if you prefer to have sex at night, you could use the morning to tease him—you know, with the butt wiggle thing—leaving him stuck fantasizing all day at work until he‘s absolutely helpless to you, taking you the moment he’s back home.

[42-42-564]

whats so interesting to me is that i personally have no trouble imagining the kind of person maka's mom might be. we have so little information but from what we do have im able to put something together. she seems like someone who chose to completely cut ties with spirit and just want nothing to do with him, didnt want to drag out any court stuff just wanted to break off the relationship and be done with it. and then went on a soul-searching "im my own person and im gonna go explore the world and expand my horizons" world trip. that is a thing people do ESPECIALLY after something like a divorce. just those two things about her make such a realistic person in my head, or at least a realistic snapshot of one part of someones life.

maka admires her mother because she thinks she's strong. and i dont have trouble believing that! i definitely believe that maka's mother was written as a character to be that type of independent person. which is why her absence in maka's life is so weird and therefore interesting. theres suddenly more depth there because we have contradiction. makas mother is portrayed/spoken about as an independent, possibly stubborn woman. we also know that she was the one to put a stop to stein experimenting on spirit, which could show her being brave or moralistic or caring, or caring specifically for spirit, or being especially perceptive for figuring out it was happening. its pretty vague and could go a lot of directions, but most of them give us yet another positive trait.

so why would she let her contact with maka be so abruptly limited? im not entirely on board with condemning her just for the world traveling. really the only thing making this weird is that we're told she's the one with custody. if spirit had custody or it was left ambiguous there would be nowhere near this much issue. but she does have custody in canon, and she does leave to travel in canon. which puts "cutting ties with spirit as quickly and completely as possible" into a different light, where she just cut ties with... everything. her whole life in death city. for something that drastic i think it means she must care a lot about maka to still be sending her what little mail she does. it makes it seem like she was deeply hurt and damaged by spirit's actions.

maka's mother seems like a headstrong, perceptive woman who was possibly blind to or denying her husband's cheating, until it reached a breaking point and her daughter was also aware of their family falling apart. maka's mother seems like someone who was so shaken to her core by this that she felt like she had to abandon her entire life with spirit, only keeping the barest contact with her daughter. honestly, she seems like a cool character with a lot of potential for development/plot. its really a shame that she just doesnt exist.

[imperiuswrecked]

hello :) i have very recently gotten into namor comics and i wanted to know, what are your favorite arcs/solos hes had? i hope its not too much of a bother. thank you and i hope youre doing well. ^_^

Hello and welcome. It's always a pleasure to speak with Namor fans ❤️ Thanks for asking, I'm well and I hope you are too.

Series:

King in Black: Namor - It's wonderfully written and gives us great lore and character moments. It's written by Kurt Busiek who really knows the character. The artwork is amazing, drawn by two different artists but I have to point out how much I really enjoy the colorists' work. The way they chose to make present day Namor scenes all muted colors, like the ocean is sick and dying, meanwhile his past scenes has such vibrant color.

Sub-Mariner: The Depths - I'm a big horror fan so this was a perfect combination of horror and Namor. I wish this would someday be adapted into a short animation or live action film. Ribic's art carries the whole comic, you could understand it just by the art alone, tho the writing is great too.

Sub-Mariner (2007) - Honesty I feel this series is criminally under rated, it's one of my favorite modern takes on Namor. I do have a couple of criticisms of the plot/ending but overall this series is favorite, love the artwork, love the premise and Namor's characterization.

The Sub-Mariner (1968) - I'm a big fan of Silver Age Namor and this series has lots of great comics but some do drag on at point. Personal favorites, Namor vs The Thing and Namor meeting Betty again in #8, Dorma being possessed by the Serpent Crown in #9. Gonna stop there before I go digging to find every issue I loved, bc there's just a lot there, like I love Tigershark's introduction/stories and Namor and Diane's friendship, and the quest for Namor's father etc.

Arc's:

Tales to Astonish: The Quest for Neptune's Trident #70-76. (To be fair I do love a lot Tales to Astonish but I'm just trying to pick out arcs that I reread alot.)

Namor goes insane in space: Uncanny X-Men (1963) Annual 3 (2001), Steve Rogers: Super Soldier Annual 1, Namor: The First Mutant Annual 1

Suma-Ket & Artys-Gran Arc - Namor, the Sub-Mariner (1990) #30-40. Dark Undersea High Fantasy arc, love it.

Solo Comics:

Marvel Fanfare (1982) #16 & 43, both these are solo adventures

Marvel Snapshot: Sub-Mariner (2020) - I can never get enough of this comic, told from Betty's pov, its wonderful.

Avengers: Emperor Doom - I love every time Namor and Doom team up or interact but if I had to pick one time it's this.

What if? Sub-Mariner (2011) - Love love this story by Greg Pak of Namor growing up on land.

The Judgement of Namor - Dark Reign: The Cabal - Namor takes court and deals with his subjects. An excellent look into Namor's role as the monarch of Atlantis.

Marvel (2020) #3 - I loved the sketch arts of the comic that was unfinished, it had been around for decades but when Marvel finally printed it in full I was so happy. I still prefer the sketchy art but I thought this was a fun adventure and Namor is in a suit, lol.

Marvel Comics Presents: (1988) #33 - All time favorite Namor comic, #1 spot in my heart. (2007) #7 - Namor mourns Nita's death (2019) #1 - A heavy story by Greg Pak about WWll

Tales of the Marvels: Inner Demons - a look at Namor while he was an amnesiac

I haven't even started on character team up comics or team books and if I start on those I won't stop. lol. I'll put a link here to my 2019 comic reading guide that can help you find most major arcs. I hope you enjoy reading!

[pollenallergie]

if we’re friends but you don’t agree with the following statements, then, sorry, i don’t think we can be friends.

fat people are not inherently bad/immoral just because they’re fat; fatness does not automatically equate to badness/immorality. << moreover, saying that does not imply that non-fat people are inherently bad/immoral, it simply clarifies that no one is inherently bad/immoral based on their body type/physical appearance.

someone’s physical appearance should not dictate how you treat them and/or whether or not they are worthy of respect, acceptance, love, etc.

health is not an indicator of morality/worth; if you wouldn’t shame a smoker for smoking, then you shouldn’t shame an overweight person for their diet nor an underweight person for their diet. shaming never helps, it typically only makes things worse. if you’re not in their medical support system (their primary care provider, a specialist they’ve either been referred to or specifically sought out, etc.), then you have no right to comment on another person’s diet or activity level; the way they actually eat and the amount of daily activity they actually get is 1) irrelevant to their worth of fair treatment and respect and 2) probably much different than how you perceive it to be (we only see a snapshot of other people’s lives, we can’t possibly know the full story).

the body acceptance/positivity/neutrality movements are meant for ALL bodies, so people of all body types should be able to benefit from them.

you are not more hygienic if you chose to remove your body hair. likewise, you are not less hygienic if you chose not to remove your body hair (or not to remove all of it). the removal of body hair should ultimately be treated a matter of personal preference and not a marker of cleanliness.

sloped/curved/downturned noses are just as beautiful as upturned or “button” noses

acne is not always a sign of poor hygiene, it can be caused by sooo many other factors (diet, hormones, pollution, etc.), none of which should be used to determine your worth.

a bisexual or pansexual or demisexual person in a heterosexual relationship is NOT a straight person. a bisexual or pansexual or demisexual person in a homosexual relation is NOT gay/a lesbian. bisexual, pansexual, and demisexual people retain their bisexual, pansexual, or demisexual identities regardless of who their partners are.

a non-binary person is not a woman simply because they’re femme-presenting. a non-binary person is not a man simply because they’re masc-presenting. a non-binary person is just that: a non-binary person, regardless of what clothes they wear, what hairstyle they have, etc.

your worth is not defined by your productivity level. you are not a bad person for taking time off. you are not a bad person for needing a break.

just because someone does not behave exactly like the one neurodivergent person you know, that does not mean they aren’t neurodivergent. both autism and adhd vary widely in terms of symptoms and each person experience with one of both disorders can look very different.

[antenoraa]

LOVER'S TROPHY COMPLETE WADE GUIDE

WARNING!!: Lover's trophy is an adult game featuring heavy topics such as:

Non-Con

Sex

Nudity

Minor Animal Abuse

Drugs

Dentistry

Gore

Death Mentions

Mild Flashing

Screenshaking

Manipulation/Gaslighting

DO NOT interact with this game nor this post if are under 18. Do not use this to trigger yourself and other people. If you start to feel overwhelmed, panicky, etc. exit the game, immediately.

Wade endings

ENDING 1: Wade thought you were different (death)

Call out

Walk away

Wait for the police

Run

Call out

Ask who he is

Keep your mouth closed

At this point, you can only keep your mouth open for Wade.

Say no to the food

Stay awake

Say no

Don’t eat the snacks

Brush your teeth

Search basement 

Search cabinets

Keep poison

Search boxes

Try to escape

Save her

Beg for forgiveness

Kill her

ENDING 2: You got crushed (Death)

Call out

Approach

Why is there blood on your hands?..

Try to escape the cuffs

Look for a weapon

Open the door

Stab him!

Try to get up

ENDING 3: You caught him off guard (Survival)

Approach

Should I call a vet?

Refuse to get in his car

Try to escape the cuffs

Try to open the door

Struggle

Stay down

Take his hand

Ask why he brought you here

Open your mouth

Stay still

Keep your mouth open

TV Dinner

Let him brush your teeth

Eat the damn fish cakes

Brush your teeth

Search the basement

Search the cabinets

Keep the poison

Search the boxes

Try to escape

Save her

Beg for forgiveness

Refuse to do it

Let him

Poison the food

Kill him

(This ending will leave you with a snapshot in the Wade Endings menu)

ENDING 4: He let you go (Survival)

Approach

Should I call a vet?

Refuse to get in his car

Try to escape the cuffs

Try to open the door

Struggle

Stay down

Take his hand

Ask why he brought you here

Open your mouth

Stay still

Keep your mouth open

TV Dinner

Let him brush your teeth

Eat the damn fish cakes

Brush your teeth

Search the basement

Search the cabinets

Keep the poison

Search the boxes

Try to escape

Save her

Beg for forgiveness

Refuse to do it

Let him

Don’t poison the food

Tell him you want to leave

(This ending will hurt your heart and it leaves you with a snapshot in the Wade Endings menu)

ENDING 5: 

Approach

Should I call a vet?

Refuse

Try to escape

Try to open the door 

Go

Ask why

Open

Stay

Take

Mac

Let

Eat

Brush

Search

Search cabinets

Keep

Try

Let

Poison

Let him

ENDING 6: You went out with a bang

Approach

Should I call a vet?

Agree to get in his car

Stay quiet 

Ask what the tools are for

Open your mouth

Stay still

Keep your mouth open

Accept food

Get some rest

Eat the damn cakes

Don’t brush them

Try to escape

Save her

“Fuck off”

ENDING 7:

be nice to wade, then break out of the chair and get a weapon, then sit back down and keep your mouth open either two or three times, then close it and it should trigger the ending

ENDING 8: You chose to stay (Survival)

Approach

Should I call a vet?

Refuse to get in his car

Try to escape the cuffs

Try to open the door

Struggle

Stay down

Take his hand

Ask why he brought you here

Open your mouth

Stay still

Keep your mouth open

TV Dinner

Let him brush your teeth

Eat the damn fish cakes

Brush your teeth

Search the basement

Search the cabinets

Keep the poison

Search the boxes

Try to escape

Save her

Beg for forgiveness

Refuse to do it

Let him

Don’t poison the food

Tell him you want to stay

(This is the most wholesome ending and will leave you with a snapshot in the Wade endings menu)

ENDING 9: 

-Approach, Should, Agree, stay, ask who, open, stay, keep, accept, stay, say yes, say yes, ask, eat, brush, try, keep, let

ENDING 10: You tried to run (Death)

Approach

Should I call a vet?

Refuse to get in his car

Try to escape the cuffs

Try to open the door

Struggle

Stay down

Take his hand

Ask why he brought you here

Open your mouth

Stay still

Keep your mouth open

TV Dinner

Let him brush your teeth

Eat the damn fish cakes

Brush your teeth

Search the basement

Search the cabinets

Keep the poison

Search the boxes

Try to escape

Save her

Beg for forgiveness

Refuse to do it

WARNING: This next option will result in a rape scene:

Push him away

Don’t poison the food

[kanerallels]

Congratulations on 501 followers!! I chose 90 and 78 for the celebration!! I'm so excited!❤️

Thanks, friend!!

Okay, so someone else sent me 78 as an ask, and I only really have one concrete idea for that one. So I'm going to make an executive decision and give you #73 instead, which I think you'll like, too!

73: Time Travel Au. I shall post this on its own here. But have a quick summary-- Ezra gets stuck in a time loop, and tries to fix everything, Luckily, if he plays his cards right, he'll have backup

90. Pacific Rim Au. In this one, Kanan and Hera are both Jaeger pilots. Kanan's drifted with a couple different people, but Hera's far more selective, and has only had one other partner. Who is now retiring. And she and Kanan miiiiiiiiiiight be drift compatible, to her own great horror

“You ready to give this a shot?”

Taking a deep breath, Hera shot a glance at her partner. Kanan Jarrus, one of the better Jaeger pilots out there. And the last person she’d ever thought she would be about to drift with.

But they were compatible. And somehow, despite his flirting and cockiness, she’d wound up agreeing to giving this a shot. I must be insane.

“Let’s do this,” she told him calmly.

In her earpiece, she heard Kallus back in Loccent saying, “Commencing neural handshake.”

And then her mind was flooded with memories that weren’t her own— 

asking question after question about the Jaegers as a kid, pestering his mother. Depa had just laughed and answered them. “maybe someday you’ll be in one,” she said, although her eyes said she hoped it wasn’t true. little did she know— did either of them know— that she would be the first one to drift with him.

losing Depa hurt, and he wasn’t sure if he could keep drifting without her. but he knew better than to give up, after everything she’d taught him, so he kept going.

The snapshots grew briefer— cold metal under his hand as he patted the side of his destroyed Jaeger, being shipped off to be repurposed for parts. the taste of cold root beer as he and Cal and Merrin and Bode sat and joked together. a pair of green eyes and a melodic voice that took root and he hoped he’d never forget—

“Neural handshake successful and holding,” Kallus said through their helmets. “Phantom? How are we doing?”

Hera didn’t have to look at Kanan to know he was grinning, or to know what he wanted to say. “We’re ready,” she said firmly.

[samueldays]

The disinformation is coming from inside the house

A while back, disinformation j*rnos made disinformation noises about how much they wanted Elon Musk's money to supposedly fulfill some noble goal, and Elon Musk called their bluff.

The WFP did not describe exactly how $6B would solve world hunger, neither there nor elsewhere.

Now, disinformer Charlotte Alter writes at disinformation outlet TIME Magazine:

They say that something is worth what someone will pay for it. If that’s true, then protecting “free speech,” which Elon Musk has cited as a central reason he agreed to buy Twitter for $44 billion this week, may be worth twice as much as solving America’s homelessness problem, and seven times as much as solving world hunger.

If you follow the link from TIME, you will not find a plan to solve world hunger. You will find a disinforming CNN article by Jackie Wattles, where the headline is moving the goalposts and it doesn't get any better in the article:

"Solve" is not the same as "fight". I, too, could "fight" world hunger if you gave me six billion dollars. Please give me six billion dollars.

To recap: CNN claims the UN WFP could "solve" world hunger if it had Musk's money. Musk challenges them to explain how they would "solve" world hunger. The UN WFP issues a plan to "fight" world hunger in response. CNN says here's that plan to "fight" world hunger that Musk wanted. TIME digs it up again to bitch that Musk would not "solve" world hunger.

These two words are different words. They do not mean the same thing. You may think I am belaboring an obvious point, and I agree in principle, but I observe that the j*rnos are mixing up the two words anyway. I do not think the j*rnos are mind-bogglingly retarded. Even if they were mind-bogglingly retarded, they boast of having editors and the like to catch the retardations, so I must conclude that their institutions know better and they're doing it anyway.

In a word, disinformation. In two words, fake news.

If you dig into CNN's link to the UN WFP's plan, it gets ever further from "solving" "world" "hunger". Also, the plan's grown closer to $7B. I quote:

The US$6.6 billion required would help those in most need in the following way: one meal a day, the basic needed to survive – costing US$0.43 per person per day, averaged out across the 43 countries. This would feed 42 million people for one year, and avert the risk of famine. Below is a snapshot of regions and countries currently most at risk: Global hunger continues to rise at an alarming rate: our latest estimates show that 282.7 million people across 80 countries are experiencing extreme levels of acute hunger.

I think the UN vastly overstates its own impact, and understates how much corruption will eat from their budget. But even if I take their claims at face value, this is a plan to stall regional hunger, not solve world hunger. It is not a lasting solution, and its temporary patch is nowhere close to covering all the hungry people. Also, it does not describe exactly how the money will be spent.

May God strike all these journos dumb for their disinformation.

Secondarily to the disinformation, I want to note how much scumbags like Charlotte Alter are smearing Musk. When Alter says that Musk could have solved world hunger many times over and chose not to, this is a false claim. When people believe that claim, many of them will predictably hate Musk for it. To use a phrase that j*rnos love to rag on, Alter is inciting hatred with her lies.