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arewedoneyet · 3 months

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With buttery vocals, princely features and the penmanship of a lovelorn poet, Jeff Satur is about to sing his way into your heart — one story at a time.

What makes a good story? And what makes a good storyteller? For music savant Jeff Worakamol Satur, these are the two questions that have kept him on his feet the past decade, fuelling his fearless desire to know, love and showcase his most authentic self to the world.

Magnetic in look, sound and craft, Jeff has managed to dabble in multiple genres of music — and play various instruments — without losing his signature, velvety sound. While he did skyrocket to fame portraying Kim on the TV show KinnPorsche: The Series in 2022, Jeff singing its theme song, “Why Don’t You Stay,” was what converted many casual onlookers into full-time Jeff fans (or SATURDAYs). They are now hooked onto his buttery vocals — which not only eloquently and evocatively sing in Thai, English and Chinese — but Jeff is also the very person who produced and wrote the stories in these tracks.

With ancestral roots tracing back to China, India and Italy, it is no wonder that the Phuket native navigates expression and interaction in these vastly different languages without losing their nuances. It is the openness to embrace diversity in cultures and ideas that his fans continue to grow in numbers from all corners of the world.

Since starting his personal studio — Studio On Saturn — at the end of 2022, Jeff has held concerts all over the region, most recently completing his Space Shuttle No. 8 Asia Tour in April to celebrate the release of his first full album. His appearances on music variety shows like China’s Call Me By Fire Season 3 and, most recently, Chuang Asia: Thailand — a Thai idol survival show spin-off based on the Chuang franchise in China — have also appealed to fans in a new way. His hold over both seniors and juniors in the music industry is a testament to the piercing allure he has that transcends age and gender.

Then there is his relationship with Valentino, which comes to a surging point in this interview’s accompanying visuals — each party egging one another in their courageous pursuit of new, creative frontiers.

This is not the end. There is still so much more power that Jeff has yet to harness from stories — which communicate and entertain without the boundaries of time and space, and have decidedly become a grand purpose that he is working to fulfil. From music, the big screen, and finally the horizon, Men’s Folio sits down with the prodigious artiste to discover what makes him tick and perhaps what kind of tale he would charm us into next.

Hi Jeff! How have you been? I’ve been very good. Fantastic, actually.

We noticed you have said goodbye to your signature long hair. Why did you decide to cut it? I had to change my hairstyle for a movie I was filming. I also had to change many other things about myself, including how I spoke, reacted and moved — so much so that I had to attend workshops. So, I thought changing my image would help me immerse myself in the role.

Congratulations on completing the Space Shuttle No.8 Asia tour! You have mentioned before that going on a solo tour has been your dream for the longest time — now that both your debut album and solo tour are done, how are you feeling? It’s a pretty weird feeling — I just want to do more and more. I wanted to tour more and create more songs. It’s a strange feeling to me. It’s more fun to me now, especially since I’ve completed it. It’s like the end of one dream is leading to the start of another.

What is something new about yourself as an artiste or person you learned from going on tour? It must’ve been tiring, but seeing all that support (from guest artistes or close friends attending) must have been very empowering too. What I’ve learned along the way is to be present with the audience. They give you so many different experiences and learnings from place to place. The show is never the same, even if the song and setting are. Everything is different. For me, I like to be there with them; I give my all and soak in the moment from my fans. Being in the moment without a script really pushed me to be a better artiste, and I believe it made me a better human being.

We have to talk about about your first on-screen mentoring stint on Chuang Asia, especially after that “Dum Dum” performance. How was it like mentoring so many aspiring artistes-to-be at once? Guiding and mentoring new artistes is a dream that I only just recently realised (I had). It means a lot to be there, to guide and watch these artistes where they are now, doing things they previously couldn’t. I just have so many feelings. I’m so proud. There are many things in the industry that might break you along the way. While I don’t know it all, I hope what I’ve experienced in my career can be, in some way, helpful to them in their journeys. I hope that with my stories, they can break their boundaries and avoid the same traps they might find along the way. I hope that they not only become great artistes but also become better humans, stay positive in the industry, and are able to create and find themselves along the way.

Did this experience help you reflect — in any way — on your artiste career so far? In retrospect, would you redo anything? It reminded me of my childhood. It was a time when I had so much passion for music, and seeing all the high-intensity passion in them brought me back to that time. It freshened me up. I wouldn’t change anything because I love the way things are now. Changing the past would mean changing the present, and I love where I’m at and what I’m doing right now.

What do you feel is the most important trait that any aspiring performing artiste should have? Every artiste is different, but all artistes should try to be themselves. For me, I want to be true to myself, to be able to discover my own direction, create my own work, and be brave enough to show that to the world.

What about in a song? Everyone likes to ask questions about your views on music because your personal touch does not escape any part of your music’s creative process — from melody-making, lyric-writing to the final performance. What is your definition of a good song? “Good” in itself is a subjective word, and a good song, to me, can mean something very different to another. You can love jazz; you can love metal. So long as you’re satisfied with what you have released, be able to listen to it back and forth, and even enjoy that track after 10 years — that’s what I define as a good song.

Regardless of shape or form, good music should always capture the essence of a story, one’s feelings, or who the artiste is at their core.

Does any existing song come to mind? Either one you are proud of or one from an artiste you look up to. The first song that comes to mind is “Endless Rain” by Yoshiki Hayashi. I’m not too sure if he wrote it when his mom or dad passed away. But it’s a song written with lots of emotion, and it very clearly shows his style of music. It’s just very Yoshiki.

I have many songs that I am proud of — actually, every song. But if I had to pick one, it might be “Dum Dum”. I had a lot of bad feelings bottled inside me when I wrote the song, and I really wanted to release that toxicity from inside of me. It sounds as angry as I felt when I wrote it, so listening back and feeling that anger gives me satisfaction. I think I wrote it in an honest and heartfelt manner that was true to my emotions at the time.

In your previous interview with us, you talked about the different charms (and challenges) that come with writing lyrics in Thai and English. Your debut album has both English originals and English translations of your Thai songs — which song’s story or specific lyrics are you most proud of putting together, and why? Like I said, I love and am proud of all my songs. But if I had to pick one, it would be “Black Tie”. In that track, I had to relive many memories and feelings. Honestly, even at 29, I still feel like a kid. Until today, I still address everyone around me with “P” — how people in Thailand show respect to those older than them — because l feel I have a lot more growing up to do, and that spirit to learn is still alive inside me.

As a kid, I was always told to do this and that, learn this and study that. In retrospect, those who ended up following these instructions all somehow turned out the same. I really don’t like that. I don’t want all these rules and boundaries to limit who we can be, and who I could be. That’s why I chose to sing about this in “Black Tie”, using the concept of the suit to talk about breaking those boundaries, tying in with the freedom and individuality that the Valentino collection at the time championed and empowered its wearers to embody.

Are there any stories you are looking to tell with your next music release? It’s a secret. You’ll know when you know.

More on your love for story-telling — which seems to be a common thread that links all the creative works you have released so far together — what do you think makes a good story? All stories are worth telling, even those without a happy ending. What makes a good story is how you tell it. Capturing the essence or feeling of the story and delivering that to the listeners is more important. You know it’s good if the listeners can experience the story with you,

You mentioned in an interview that if you were not an artiste today, you would be a writer. These days, it is hard to have an original voice, yet yours (both literal and figurative) is quite luminous in its own way. How do you maintain that voice despite all the noise? I don’t think an original voice is something that can be created. An original voice can only come from trusting your instincts, being honest in your work, and staying truthful to your feelings. Only then can you create work that represents you. You should never lie to yourself.

And more importantly, never lose that kid inside of you. That’s who is creating the all the art, instead of you.

More importantly, how do you rest? Are there any go-to activities (or non-activities) you like to do to return to yourself and rest your voice? I actually have a lot of time to rest. Then again, I also don’t feel like my work encompasses “working”. It’s also my vacation. Sure, even when I’m actually on vacation, I have to think about work. But I don’t mind it; I love what I do.

If we’re talking about physical rest, I prioritise resting my voice. I used to sing during my free time, but I try not to use it that often now to be ready when I actually have to sing. I think it’s important to know how to control and use my voice in the right way.

For those who are only discovering your music today, can you compile a three-track introduction to Jeff Satur’s playlist and explain why? “Dum Dum”, “Fade”, and “Loop”. “Dum Dum” shows my darker side because it’s a release of some pent-up frustration and anger. “Fade” is more romantic — it shows you how I experience love and what I am like in a relationship, and I try to tell that story in a more emotional and evocative manner. Then we have “Loop”, a more introspective exploration of who I am. Listening to these three songs will give you a good idea of the breadth of my personality and style as an artiste.

In recent years, you have been bolder with your style. How would you describe your current relationship with fashion? Has it changed over the years? I think fashion is about doing what you love, wearing what you love, and enjoying what you see in the mirror. Every morning before I go out, I feel like I should love what I see in the mirror — regardless of what other people think. Your body is a canvas, and whatever colour or pattern you choose to put on yourself that day is a form of self-expression you should enjoy.

Over the years, I’ve definitely become more confident about trying on things out of my comfort zone. I used to be scared of wearing certain things because of what others might think, but I’m no longer as shy. I’m just breaking one boundary at a time.

What values of Maison Valentino does Jeff Satur — the artiste — embody? I think Valentino and I have many things in common. Fundamentally, we both embrace the act of constant reinvention and enjoy the challenge of finding new ground, and there’s no better expression of this chemistry and kindred spirit than the soundtrack I created with and for Valentino. The brand is quite sentimental and romantic, and my body of work doesn’t stray far from these sensibilities — especially if you listen to the three tracks I mentioned earlier. A valiant kind of courage persists throughout, and I feel like that syncs up nicely with what Valentino stands for as a brand.

What is next on your cards? Will we get to sees Jeff Satur, the actor again soon? Without a doubt. In fact, more and more because actor Jeff Satur is an important part of me, and there are a lot of upcoming projects that I’m passionate about and very excited to share with the world.

Last but not least, you have said before that any interaction or activities you do for SATURDAYs feels like an everlasting dream. Is there anything you want to say to your fans right now? Always be happy. Yes, sometimes it’s hard, and sometimes the world isn’t as beautiful as the ones we read about in our favourite fairytales. Focus on the good and avoid the bad. Surround yourself with good people. Never give up on yourself. You’re beautiful, you’re great, and you’re you — and no one else can do what you do. Even I can’t do what you do. Everybody has something unique they can do. Appreciate and love what you do. Follow your dreams, and I’ll follow mine. Someday, we’ll sing together again.

#jeff satur #men's folio

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coochiequeens · 10 months

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Russia gave her a harsher sentence for placing stickers in a grocery store then they do men who kill women.

17 Nov 2023

Russian artist Alexandra Skochilenko has been sentenced to jail for seven years after being found guilty of spreading “false information” about the Russian military by replacing a handful of supermarket price tags with messages criticising the war in Ukraine.

The 33-year-old, known as Sasha, is one of thousands of Russians to be detained, fined or jailed for speaking out against Moscow’s invasion of its neighbour amid an escalating crackdown on free speech and opposition to President Vladimir Putin.

Skochilenko was arrested in her native St Petersburg in April 2022, after an elderly customer at the supermarket found the slogans on the price tags and notified the police.

“The Russian army bombed an arts school in Mariupol. Some 400 people were hiding in it from the shelling,” one read, in reference to Russia’s brutal siege of the southern Ukrainian city. Another said, “Russian conscripts are being sent to Ukraine. Lives of our children are the price of this war.”

Judge Oksana Demiasheva delivered the verdict on Thursday hours after Skochilenko, who has a congenital heart defect and coeliac disease, had made a final statement to the court, asking for compassion and to be set free.

As well as the prison term, the artist was banned from using the internet for three years.

Skochilenko, wearing a colourful T-shirt decorated with a large red heart, reacted with shock to the sentence, covering her face and wiping away tears.

Supporters shouted “shame” and “we’re with you Sasha”, the AFP news agency reported.

Skochilenko’s lawyers left without giving any comment.

Skochilenko’s arrest came about a month after authorities adopted a law effectively criminalising any public expression about the war that deviated from the Kremlin’s official line.

Human rights group Memorial – now banned in Russia – said police spent 10 days interrogating supermarket staff and inspecting security camera footage before arresting the artist.

“They sometimes give less for murder than for five price tags in a supermarket,” Boris Vishnevsky, a politician linked to the opposition Yabloko party, told AFP.

“Hopefully, someday, the pendulum will turn the other way.”

Skochilenko was accused of committing what the state prosecutor described as a serious crime out of “political hatred” towards Russia. He had asked for her to be jailed for eight years.

Skochilenko admitted to swapping the tags but denied that the text written on them was false. She said she was a pacifist who valued human life above all else.

“How weak is our prosecutor’s faith in our state and society if he thinks our statehood and public safety can be ruined by five little pieces of paper?” she said in court.

“Everyone sees and knows that you are not judging a terrorist. You’re not trying an extremist. You’re not even trying a political activist. You’re judging a pacifist,” she said.

Skochilenko’s friends and supporters said the verdict was a disgrace [Olga Maltseva/AFP]

Amnesty International condemned the verdict.

“Her persecution has become synonymous with the absurdly cruel oppression faced by Russians openly opposing their country’s criminal war,” it said in a statement.

Memorial has designated Skochilenko a political prisoner and has launched a campaign calling for her release.

She has already been in detention for nearly 19 months, meaning that her overall term will be reduced by more than two years, since every day served in a pre-trial detention centre counts as 1.5 days of time served in a regular penal colony.

But she has struggled in custody due to pre-existing health conditions, and her need for a gluten-free diet, according to her lawyers and her partner.

According to OVD-Info, a prominent rights group that monitors political arrests and provides legal aid, a total of 19,834 Russians have been arrested between February 24 2022, when Russia began its invasion, and late October 2023 for speaking out or demonstrating against the war.

Also on Thursday, opposition politician Vladimir Milov was convicted in absentia of spreading false information about the army and sentenced to eight years. Milov, who was once Russia’s deputy energy minister and is now an ally of imprisoned opposition leader Alexei Navalny, has left the country.

#Russia #Ukraine #Alexandra Skochilenko #Sasha #Speaking up against war is now spreading false information #Censoring a woman by banning her from using the internet #Shame #We're with you Sasha #Memorial #Speaking out against war is now called political hatred

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dresden-syndrome · 8 months

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For ask game: lab whump

Whumping in EESU: Lab whump

A restrained and blindfolded whumpee right after detention is brought to the lab, not knowing where they are or what's waiting for them.

Whumpee being called by their assigned number by every single member of the lab staff. They don't know their subjects' names. They've been told they don't have any.

Whumpee accidentally notices a paper left on the table. The paper says "... biological asset AA-0985". It's about them.

Restrained and muzzled whumpee overhearing the researchers discussing the experiments in detail as terrifying realization sets in: they can't do anything about it.

Newly designated test subject whumpee undergoing their first lab examination tries to bargain with the doctors, ask questions and state their preferences, only to get a muzzle for "making a noise".

Whumpee frantically kicking the cell walls and doors, begging for release. The facility guards and nurses are quick to react, holding the distressed subject down to inject a dose of sedative.

Dissident whumpee trying to fall asleep on the cell bed as the regrets creep in. "What was the point in our group?" "Was it worth it?"

Whumpee instinctively crying and panicking when being restrained as they know ASR staff can do anything to them.

Class 4 whumpee with a fear of hospitals/doctors being designated as ASR test subject.

Class 3 labor camp whumpee at the doctor's office pressured to take an experimental pill instead of a normal one.

The lab subjects have a strict schedule: eating three times a day. When the whumpee refuses to, they get a feeding tube forced down their nose. (Bonus points if the whumpee has been fearful of eating since a chemical test when they started feeling really unwell after finishing their plate)

Sometimes the State Security superiors enter the lab to check on its work. When they ask to see a couple of subjects, whumpee is brought to the room to be presented to them and examined for their view.

An owner sending their "personal use" whumpee to the ASR lab for the time they have to be away for their government work, ordering to put their pet to use for a couple of unpleasant tests.

On other hand, an owner staying and watching their "property" during an experiment, smirking as they cry and plead them to stop it.

A fairly obedient whumpee being strapped to beds and chairs for every test "just to be sure". They've been acting docile and compliant to avoid being held or restrained. It doesn't work.

Whumpee on the medical bed hearing their favorite song playing on the radio for the first time after arrest.

After a long time as a test subject, whumpee is terrified of every step; desperately trying to hide and cover every time they hear footsteps from the hallway.

A doctor talking to their subject whumpee, asking about their "past" life, comforting them with a calm tone of voice while injecting them with an obviously painful substance.

Whumpee designated into a lab in another EESU republic. They don't understand their language. There's nobody to help them learn it or talk in their native one.

Whumpee selected for studying conditioning methods to develop a new political reeducation program

Caretaker doctor talking to a whumpee, giving them treats and looking for the ways to ease their pain - with a risk of being suspended and arrested for "affiliation with the enemy".

Whumpee, afraid of falling asleep due to them being always waken up for another test, being given a sedative to avoid breaking the schedule

An excited doctor doesn't stop talking about what their research could do for the country's progress and people's happiness. As they turn to the whumpee, they add "Not for you, 0985. For people."

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #historical whump #totalitarian whump #med whump #medical whump #lab whump #whump ideas #whump prompt #whump prompt list #whump prompts #writing prompt #whump tropes #whump scenario

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justinspoliticalcorner · 3 months

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ZACHARY PLEAT & CRAIG HARRINGTON at MMFA:

Following the June 7 release of the latest federal jobs report — which showed that employment increased by 272,000 jobs in May, far more than the expectations of 180,000 jobs — many right-wing commentators responded by denouncing the job creation witnessed during the Biden administration for mostly going to “foreign-born workers” versus “native-born.” In some cases, these commentators indirectly or even explicitly referred to the racist “great replacement” conspiracy theory, a white nationalist belief that immigration is being used to intentionally decrease the share of white people in the total population to benefit a left-wing political agenda. What these right-wing conspiracy theorists overlooked in their complaints about job growth among “foreign-born” workers is that nearly half of that group are already American citizens, while millions more are lawful permanent residents who legally work in the United States.

Conservatives denigrated the positive jobs report by highlighting job gain for foreign-born workers

Multiple right-wing media personalities, conservative outlets, and even Republican officials criticized the jobs report for showing gains by foreign-born workers and losses for native-born workers. On its @GOP account on X (formerly known as Twitter), the Republican National Committee posted: “Employment for native-born American workers fell by 663,000 last month per today’s jobs report.” Heritage Foundation economist E.J. Antoni wrote: “No wonder Americans view economy so terribly: they aren't the ones w/ the jobs; native-born employment is not only millions below pre-pandemic trend, but even below pre-pandemic level, while millions more foreign workers are employed today than Feb '20, and back to trend.” Antoni later added, “All of the net job growth over the last year has gone to foreign-born workers, (a category which the Labor Dept. admits includes illegal aliens) while native-born Americans have lost a net 300k jobs.” Other responses were more explicit in connecting the jobs report numbers to immigration policy. Breitbart posted: “Border remains open, jobs report exceeds expectations. Simple as.” Former Fox News producer Kyle Becker wrote: “Where are Americans' jobs going? The Foreign Born. Illegal aliens literally ‘took our jobs.’” And MAGA strategist Alex Bruesewitz wrote: “Biden continues to put illegals ahead of Americans.”

Right-wing media respond to the May Jobs report with baseless nativism.

#Jobs Report #Immigration #Xenophobia #Great Replacement Theory #Racism #Zero Hedge #FNC #FBN

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xylianasblog · 11 months

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For me.

Pairings: Jake x FemOmatikaya reader

Summary: You were in love with him, desperately in love with him despite him having a mate. You’d do whatever he wanted, however, you could just as long as it meant you had him.

Warnings: MDNI, sixty-nine, slight praise, innocent reader

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“Come on babygirl, for me.” How could you say no when his deep, raspy voice spoke his native tongue so alluringly.

“Okay, Jake.. for you.”

You could never deny him of anything, you were so sweet and naive that Jake took advantage of that at every opportunity especially the fact that you were untouched in many ways. He loved the feelings you gave him, and how you made him feel in charge in all aspects of the things he did.

This time was no different as you let him undress you from head to toe, his yellow eyes taking in every inch of your body. Every moan, whimper, and whine that has ever left your lips from his touches. He wanted more, wanted to give you more. Truthfully he just wanted to mold you into his perfect little fuck doll.

You shuddered as his hands roamed over your naked body, his long digits tracing over your stripes and freckles. He was barely touching you and you were already dripping slick. “I love how easily your body gets wet f’me.” His voice was dripping with lust, letting you know how ready he was to have you.

His hands groped at your breast before sliding down and disappearing between your legs, his fingers lightly ghosting over your folds before teasing your needy clit. “So good.. so wet.. ready to be fucked by my tongue huh..” he whispered as he pulled his hand away.

You couldn’t help but whine at the loss of his fingers disappearing from your needy cunt. The warmth coming from his body was gone, opening your eyes to see why. He was laid back on the mossy ground fully naked. He gave you a sly grin as he beckoned you over.

You let out a breathless sigh as you moved over to his form, your eyes trained on his throbbing cock. The saliva pooled in your mouth as you eyed him, wanting nothing more than to feel the tip pressed against your tongue. Your movements were shy and unsure, thoughts focused on taking him into your mouth but also worrying about if you’d hurt him at the new position he had told you about.

Once you were comfortable and settled over his face, you could feel his hand gripping your hips before moving to grip your thighs. “You smell so good..” he growled out. “Can’t wait to taste ya..”

You felt his breath against your slick cunt, each pant he released caused you to shudder in anticipation until you finally felt his tongue lapping at your sopping wet cunt. A small whine left your lip as he briefly dipped his tongue between your fold, gathering the taste of your slick on his tongue. You whined softly your mind immediately muddled by the feeling of his tongue lapping at your slick. Your body reacted instinctively as you leaned forward hoping to open yourself up for him more as you took his leaking cock into your hand.

A look of concentration crossed your face as you held him in your hand, slender digits teasing the tip of his cock. Shaking fingers tracing along the head only to be replaced by your tongue.

You moan softly at the vibration of his groans against your pussy as you lick against his tip. Satisfied with the taste of his precum you took him into your mouth, moving your head up and down at a steady pace.

You felt his thick fingers pushing inside as you continued sucking, your moans had hun thrusting up into your mouth causing you to gag and choke a few times. Tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as you tried to gain back a bit of control, your names creating moon shaped crescents in his thighs. This had him growling, the sounds rumbling deep from his chest as he trusted faster. His fingers matched the pace of his thrusting hips.

Everything was muddled, your senses dulled as you let him fuck into you from both ends. The overwhelming pleasure was too much for your innocent body to handle, your mind went blank as your walls tightened up and before long you were creaming all over his fingers just as he finished in your mouth forcing you to swallow every last drop of his seed.

“Good girl.. such a good whore f’me.” He praised.

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#lunaskinktober2023 #avatar #avatar smut #jake smut #jake sully x reader

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novankenn · 6 months

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Son of the Serpent (7)

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Jaune was a nervous wreck. Knowing that his mother was coming to Beacon was bad enough, but finding out from Professor Good witch during an aside conversation before his first Combat Class about his mother's instructions made it worse.

To try and ease the growing panic in their team leader, Nora, Pyrrha and Ren railed about him. Trying to distract his mind with extra training, and mediation... it was partially successful... but fell all apart when Jaune awoke on the day of his mother's arrival.

He had felt a slight weight on his chest, and when he opened his eyes... and found a Vacuo Death Viper curled up on his chest looking him in the eyes. Jaune stared back his heart thumping in his chest, the urge to flee building, However as he continued his stare down with the deadliest serpent on Sanus he began to calm down.

"Mother" Jaune spoke, his mind settling.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha screamed, in terror. "Hold still, I'll... I'll..."

"It's okay Pyrrha." Jaune commented as the snake slithered off allowing Jaune to sit up. "That was just my mom letting me know she was here. I'm perfectly safe."

To underline the point Jaune climbed out of bed and reached down. The highly venomous serpent coiled about his arm and climbed up until it could sit about his shoulders and neck.

/==/

Ozpin held himself still and stoically as the utter massive of snakes that flooded into his office. Glynda was a little less composed, her riding crop out, ready to defend them. The pair stumbled back as a professionally suited woman with flowing black hair rose from amidst the writhing mass.

"Ozpin."

"That's a new trick... Ms Arc." Ozpin commented.

"I have many that you have never witnessed." Benisato hissed her anger plainly evident "NOW, about my son..."

Glynda reacted instantly at what she saw as a hostile action by Benisato Arc. She lashed out with her semblance entrapping the woman's form, in mid move. Then she stiffened as she felt an arm encircle her neck and a small less than maybe a foot long scaled horror rise up before her eyes baring fangs dripping with venom.

"That is a Bitis schneideri.. native to the coastal regions of Menagerie... while not the most venomous of my... pets... at this proximity to your face... I'm sure you would loose and eye or two..." a voice hissed into Glynda's right ear.

Glynda's concentration broke and the figure that she had entrapped collasped like paper to the floor.

"The cast-off-skin... I've heard about that ability... but never seen it. Interesting" Ozpin commented. "Please release my Deputy Benistao."

"Of course."

#rwby #ninja scroll #jaune arc #benisato

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licensed2faint · 2 months

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Hey everybody! I'm a pro battler, currently in my 'on' season after taking an extended break, although tight at the moment I'm at home.

I tend to go by a lot of different names for personal reasons, but you can call me Laser! If we include my break, I've been battling for TWENTY YEARS THIS YEAR (wow!) but honestly I've been around trainers and battle-trained 'mon my entire life.

I'd love to connect with people here, whether for battling tips, advice for pokemon in the home, or anything else!

I have/had a LOT of pokemon (I ended up opening a preserve/ranch with my S/O with our prize money for the pokemon that didn't want to be released into the wild or become a housepet at the end of our journeys, so please rest at ease that everybody is being taken care of!) so I can answer questions about most any types.

I'm Hoenn native, and my Blaziken is my best friend. I've taken the gym challenge in: Hoenn, Sinnoh, Johto, Kanto, and Unova, so that's where my knowledge lies. I'm not very familiar with fairy types, sorry!

At home, feel free to ask about any of my 'mon! I've got a bunch, so don't feel shy about asking!

And now I have Sponge Cake the Feebas as a non battling mon (atm!) I'll see if he wants to evolve and maybe enter him in battles or contests, but it's definitely too early to force him into anything.

Newest Ranch Arrivals:

Popstar the Sneasler

Bokeh the Metagross

Amanda the Aerodactyl

Michael the Flareon

Custard the Lillipup (just hatched!!!)

((ooc stuff under the cut!))

(If any of my backstory doesn't fit your blog's canon, I am A-OK with saying that we somehow connected internets through a spatial rift!)

I am totally and fully okay with 'is the picture cute?' style blogs interacting! In fact, I encourage it!

I have memory issues, so I apologize if I don't recognize your blog or remember where you are in your storyline

The games that are canon to Laser's life are Ruby, Platinum, SoulSilver, and Black! I'm definitely counting other games as having 'happened' but Laser did not live through them, and only sort of knows what went down.

Laser has defeated the Elite 4 in those games, but takes pains to disguise itself in each new region it takes the challenge in, to avoid too much publicity. However, after beating the league, it doesn't care to maintain the disguise, leading to being kind of a famous cryptid type character.

Because of this, it will be cagey about its life, but may let things slip accidentally!

As a side note, I want to play the emotional ramifications of the events of those games somewhat seriously! Laser was in therapy for a good long while, both because of said events and also a tragedy that occurred at some point which it was struggling to cope with.

I don't wanna expound too much on its backstory yet, but I will keep record of anything discovered here for ease of access to newcomers! Feel free to poke a bit at it, but please keep in mind it will react like a real person!

pelipper mail is off while Laser is traveling, but on while at home, magic anons are always off, but musharna mail? I think is crazy funny so that is ON. Mystery gift is tentatively on, will make a concrete decision once I catch the vibe better.

BACKSTORY UNLOCKED:

-Has serious beef with Giovanni and Ghetsis, but seems to give the other teams wiggle room...

-Knows Maxie well enough that he calls it out on its bullshit and bad habits

-big thing happened sometime between leaving kanto and going to unova

-makes occasional trips to the Distortion World, but is hesitant to speak on that

-started its journey early, back when ten years old was the standard

-Someone named Thomas lives in a cave on preserve grounds

CURRENT PLOT: NONE!

(i follow from @tigirl-and-co)

#rotomblr #pokemon #laserland #hoenn #unreality #dead gods plot #old wounds plot

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brokehorrorfan · 6 months

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The Wolf House will be released on Blu-ray on May 21 via KimStim Films. The 2018 Chilean stop-motion animated dark fantasy film has been praised by Ari Aster (Hereditary, Midsommar).

Known in its native Spanish as La casa lobo, the film marks the feature debut of directors Cristobal León and Joaquín Cociña. They co-wrote the script with Alejandra Moffat. Amalia Kassai and Rainer Krause star.

Three short films are included; read on for details.

Special features:

Weathervane - 2010 short film directed by Joaquín Cociña

The Smaller Room - 2009 short film directed by by Cristóbal León & Nina Wehrle

The Witch and the Lover - 2012 short film directed by Joaquín Cociña & Cristóbal León

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After escaping from a religious colony in Chile, Maria seeks shelter in a mansion where she's taken in by two pigs, its only inhabitants. Like in a stop-motion dream, the universe of the house reacts to her feelings. The animals slowly morph into humans and the house into a dark, menacing world.

Pre-order The Wolf House.

#the wolf house #stop motion #stop animation #stop motion animation #chilean #chile #kimstim #dvd #gift #horror #fantasy #dark fantasy #Cristobal León #Joaquín Cociña #Youtube

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totesnothere04 · 2 years

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The Bigger They Are

Colonel Quaritch x Fem!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, screenshots, or gifs used with my stories.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of violence, it has a happy ending because I said so.

The Harder They Fall Pt.2 to this one.

He ran his fingers over your sides and relished in the giggles that escaped you as you laid in his arms. Being the cause of your happiness is his favorite thing in the universe. Despite how he plays himself off to be he's a simple, southern man at heart.

"Miles." You said as you turned over to talk to him.

"Yes, baby?" He asks.

"I was thinking. If we are able to go back to Earth before I hit 40, we could start a family... Maybe?" You suggested shyly and he smiled at the thought of you having his children, but his mood quickly sours. The thought of your age difference hitting him.

"You sure you want to be tied down to someone like me?" He asks warily.

"If you're talking about your age again Miles, I swear I'll hit you. You should know by now that your age doesn't matter to me at all." You say as you settle your cheek on his bare chest.

"Then I think I'm happy to start a family with you back home. Take ya back to my hometown, buy a nice house, and have at least three kids. Maybe even adopt a dog." He says as he nuzzles into your hair. You hum but suddenly sit up and look down at him. You didn't care about your bare chest on display for him or your bedhead.

"Miles." You said with a serious tone and he becomes concerned. "You need to wake up." He looks at you confused.

"But I am awake baby." He says as he runs his hands over your thigh.

"Wake up." You say with a different voice and he becomes even more confused. "Colonel, can you hear me?" Your voice was now male and his eyebrows furrowed not understanding what was happening. You sat up on your knees and grabbed his shoulders. "Colonel, you with us?" Now he knew whose voice that was. That was Lyle, but you were talking. Suddenly you threw the blanket over his eyes, but when he opened them again it was a bright white room. A Na'vi male stood over him and he reacted by punching his face. It took three of them to hold him down, and the first one he punched showed him they didn't mean him any harm.

"Colonel, it's me. Corporal Wainfleet." Lyle says and Miles stops thrashing.

"Lyle?" He asks and he nods.

"And Z-Dog, Mansk, and Lopez." Lyle said as he motioned to all of the others. Miles slowly started to remember everything. Jake Sully, you siding with Sully to protect the Natives, and him shooting at your group as you escaped Hells Gate. He never knew if he got any of you, but now he started to feel guilty not knowing if he had harmed you or not. Thinking about your obvious early pregnancy symptoms, and him not blinking an eye when severing his tie to you. He wanted you back in his arms with your child in the safety he once provided, but he had to wake up. He put his hands up to show that he wasn't a threat and they released him. He looked at his reflection and couldn't help but think that even if you were still alive, you wouldn't be interested in him anymore.

-16 Years Earlier-

You grunted as you landed on the floor of the Samson that you had just thrown yourself into. Jake, Norm, and Trudy were laughing from the adrenaline high, but you and Grace were a little shell-shocked. Grace being in her mid 40's she didn't seem to think that was fun. You being in your early 30's you didn't think it was either. But as you sat up a stinging sensation ran through your shoulder. You hissed in pain but covered it by clearing your throat. You looked back at Grace since she had been staring at you, but she was in clear pain. You looked down and your face fell.

"Grace is hit." You announce to the inhabitants of the Samson, and everyone seemed to fall silent. Norm jumps into action by grabbing the trauma kit, and Jake looked at you. You raised your hands to show you didn't have any injuries, but his eyes widened in concern. "Jake what is it?"

"(Y/n)'s hit too." Jake says and you look down confused.

"Well I'll be damned." You say as you find the bullet hole on the left side of your chest.

"Norm. I need you to check (Y/n)'s back for me. Right now." Jake said in a panicked tone. He knew that the placement of your wound could be a death sentence if it had an exit wound. Grace could be dying a slow painful death for days, but you... They might lose you soon if you had an exit wound. Norm peeled off your jacket and looked down the back of the neck hole of your shirt. He leaned back on the balls of his feet.

"Jake... There's an exit hole." Norm told his friend, whose heart dropped into the pit of his stomach.

"No." Jake said in a whisper. When the Samson landed at site 36, Norm carried Grace inside and Jake made way to sit next to you. "I can't lie and say you'll be okay. (Y/n), your wound... It's-" He cut himself off as he applied pressure to both sides of your shoulder.

"It'll be okay Jake." You breathe as you look into his eyes. "You've got a bright future. Don't-" Your struggle with your words started to get worse, but you had to power through. "Don't let anyone stand in your way." You struggled significantly with the last part but finally got it past your drying lips.

"Yes, ma'am." He says struggling to keep his emotions at bay.

"Stop trying to act so strong all the time. Show some emotion... Jarhead." You finished off your sentence with a lighthearted joke and he chuckled airily. Your breathing slowed to a stop and Jake shook you.

"(Y/n)?" He said your name trying to get your attention, but your eyes had gone vacant. Looking at the opposite wall of the ship. Norm finally returned after he got Grace situated and he was linked to his avatar. He took one look at the state his two friends were in and his ears pinned back.

"(Y/n)." Norm called out but received no reaction. He reached out and shook you as Jake had previously, but still no response. He let go of you and helped move Jake and his wheelchair into the mobile link unit. "What, uh, what do you want me to do with her?" He asks but Jake seemed nearly catatonic tending to Grace. Norm sighed and left the building to help Trudy prepare for the move. When he got back to the beloved ship Trudy was staring at your still body.

"The same monster she wanted to start a family with killed her." Trudy stated with venom in her voice. "She thought of you two like little brothers you know?" She asked Norm as she finally tore her gaze away to look at him.

"I know. It still blows my mind that she was with someone like Quaritch." Norms says.

"She only saw the best in everyone. It was her best and worst quality." Trudy says as she straps your body down and turns back to her lover. "Let's get to work."

Your eyes shot open but you were floating. Floating in a vast void staring into nothing as you tried to collect your thoughts. Where were you? What happened?

"You are within my hold, child." A voice that could be described as feminine, but masculine at the same time.

"Who are you?" You asked.

"I am the Great Mother, Eywa." She says and colors started to slowly flow into your vision. "You died, but your destiny is not to end here." She tells you as the shape of a Na'vi came into view. Her skin was composed of all colors, but none at the same time, and her features continually shifted. Giving her a non-existent description, and never-ending existence.

"What do you mean?" You ask her and she reaches a hand out to lay on your abdomen.

"You carry life within you, but your human form has had its energy stolen too soon. Mo'at is currently preparing your body for me to transfer your energy to it." She says and you freeze.

"I'm... I'm pregnant?" You ask her.

"Yes, but fear not. Your child will follow you to your new body, but I must warn you. You and your child are to calm a beast that will threaten my other chosen child. Now. Wake, my child." She finishes off what she was saying by tapping your forehead. Suddenly you're free-falling, but instead of landing with an audible thud, you sit up inhaling deeply. Your queue is attached to the Tree of Souls and Mo'at is standing infront of you.

"The Great Mother has allowed the return of this gentle soul to her body!" Mo'at announces as she turns to the Omatikaya that are left. Many of the younger warriors get up cheering. Tsu'tey and Neytiri sit on their knees infront of you, and you bring your hand to your forehead.

"Oel ngati kameie, Olo'eyktan." You say and repeat the action for Neytiri and Mo'at. They return the gesture and the crowd disperses for the evening activities, leaving you with the three of them.

"Neytiri and Mo'at were tending to you and Grace when your body started to thrash. What happened?" Tsu'tey asked with authority, but you could hear the concern laced deep within.

"I died." You tell them and Neytiri falls to sitting down completely. "Grace was injured, Norm is okay and so are Jake and Trudy." You tell them and Neytiri visibly relaxes.

"You passed through her eye after your death, and she allowed you to inhabit your healthy body." Mo'at says slightly astonished.

"I saw her. Everything that she is and she... Tsahík, she told me that my human body was pregnant, and she moved my baby to this body." You told her. She seemed pained by your words and you deflated.

"From what JakeSulí told me, you were mated with the sky demon." She says and you looked away from her, feeling like you failed the people. "I reserve no hatred or dislike of you or your child. You hold a rare ability to See people for who they truly are deep within." She says and you look up at her with tears brimming. "But my judgment is not what you are afraid of." She states and looks at her daughter and the Olo'eyktan. You hadn't known them for very long, having only been on Pandora for two years, but getting to know them recently was a breath of fresh air. You finally pull the strength to look at the two people in question. Neither of them was angry. Tsu'tey seemed confused and Neytiri seemed to feel conflicted. She wanted to be angry. To hate you and your child, but you were a good friend and had shown true love and compassion for her and her people. Finally, her expression fell on understanding.

"I understand how it is to See someone when they are not like you." Neytiri says and you wipe your eyes of the tears that had gathered.

"Come. You must dress and eat." Tsu'tey said as he offered you a hand up. You became confused by what he said and looked down at yourself. You blushed when you realized you were completely and entirely bare. You covered your chest and accepted his help to stand.

"We will help you find your way with your child." Mo'at says and allows her daughter and Olo'eyktan to assist you.

The next day you were entertaining the younger children of the clan, while the older children and adults prayed for guidance. A large shadow passes overhead and your eyes fly to the sky to see Toruk. You become panicked but cover it up and turn back to the children.

"Come. We must return to the safety of the clan." You say as you lead the children into the safety of the crowd and allow them to split off and find their parents. The singing of the people has become silent and everyone is staring at someone.

"We need your help. We lost one of our own already, but Grace is still with us. Please." You hear Jake plead with Tsu'tey and Mo'at.

"Bring her to me." Mo'at says and Jake leaves. "How bad was she, when you last saw her?" Mo'at asks you.

"She had only just been injured the last time I saw her. She could be in any condition by now." You say and Mo'at nods.

"We must prepare for their return. Come." Mo'at says to you and you follow behind her. You stop next to Grace's avatar and wait for instructions. "She must be stripped of all clothing. The way you were." You blushed but set to work and helped move her body to the same area you were perched when you woke up. By the time Jake returned it was night and he was carrying Grace with Neytiri following behind him. Mo'at motions for you to sit off to the side and you do as she wishes. He doesn't notice you as he sets Grace down, but you assume that's what is needed. No distractions. The clan did everything they could, but in the end, Grace joined Eywa. Jake started to shake his head repeating the word 'no' and 'not another one'. Mo'at nodded for you to finally make your presence known to him. You walked up beside him and ran a hand through his hair to comfort him. You'd do this often as humans and it seemed to work then. He froze and looked up at you.

"Hey Jake. It's gonna be okay." You say and he stands up immediately. He looks to the others around him to make sure you were actually standing there.

"But you died the last time you said that." He said as he poked your arm. He exhaled and pulled you into his chest. "You were gone."

"She isn't done with me yet, tsmukan." You say and he squeezes you tighter. "Careful Jake. You might squeeze the life out of me." You warn and he pulls back and set his forehead against yours.

"Oel ngati kameie, ma tsmuke.(my sister)" Jake says.

"Oel ngati kameie, ma tsmukan.(my brother)" You tell him. "You have work to do." You whisper and he backs away and faces Tsu'tey.

"With your permission, I will speak now, and you would honor me by translating." Jake says and Tsu'tey nods and they face the people together.

-In the Present-

The weight of your son laying down on you woke you up.

"Spider (L/n) Miles'itan. Where have you been?" You asked him and he chuckled nervously.

"I was uh out with Lo'ak." He says and you scoffed.

"Lo'ak gets you into more trouble than you should be getting into. But you are a teenage boy so I'll start taking it easy on you. However, you are an adult in the eyes on the people. I expect to see slightly better behavior, ma itan." You say as you stroke your sons braids.

"I'll try my best mama, but we just want to have fun." He whines and you chuckle.

"I know. It's why I will be easy on you, but I need to see some restraint on your part. I don't want to lose you." You whisper gently as you cradle him in your arms.

"I know it's been rough for you Mom, but I'm not Dad. I'm not going to stick to some stupid ideology and die fighting for it." He sits up and looks down at you. "I promise to protect you the way Dad should have." He says and you sit up to hug him.

"Ma Spider, I am your mother. It is me who is to protect you." You say but he takes on a defiant look.

"It's like Jake says. I'm the man of the house, so it's my job to protect and provide." Spider says and you chuckle.

"Well, Jake is a skxawng and stuck in a time long past." You laugh and so does Spider. "Now, let's get some sleep." You both lay down and you take in Spider's features. He had some resemblance to his father, but the fact that he was Na'vi made all the difference. No human would know if they saw him, and neither would any RDA avatar.

#colonel quaritch x reader #avatar twow #avatar #colonel quaritch

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zenithabovemarshland · 7 months

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Gloomy little observations about synastry, Saturn return, the 12H...

Looking at my synastry with my family and friends and realizing how we are not built to understand one another. It's actually wild to see how much we all tend to orient our lives around our Moons and Saturns. (Unless much therapy has been had.) In the end we all act like Cancer.

8H and 12H placements... in a birth chart and also in synastry. I am intimately aware of their unpopularity when trying to have relationships with others. Feels like I am subservient to their needs (12H), and my usefulness to them is contingent on their needs (8H). (For 8H, it kind of feels like people need to be ready for me in order to receive me. I can't just offer my perspective or share something anout myself, I need to wait to be asked. Otherwise, people don't see me, and/or even react to me with anger.)

Kind of feels like I really can only feel like myself and fully breathe when I'm alone. The phrasing of this is interesting because my Moon sign, Libra, is underrepresented in my circle. So I actually feel like my life lacks air, and I can only have air, feed my Moon, when I'm alone?

Been thinking a lot about my Saturn return. My Saturn is in Pisces 12H. I noticed from when Saturn ingressed into Pisces that I've been very aware of the bonds I have with others (codependence), more able to address those patterns in myself, and also much more open to mystical things. (I've had phases in the past but this time feels so much more peaceful a transition.) Saturn return feels like readiness. The stuff I've been trying to do is suddenly happening, so the readiness is there. "Finally..." feeling.

My teacher said that Cap Suns tend to have an easier time with Saturn returns. And I'm also a day chart, which in Hellenistic astrology makes Saturn behave. So those are some disclaimers for others to consider.

Almost my whole chart is locked up by Saturn by aspect, so chains are slowly releasing. My life is moving when it hasn't moved before. Feels a bit like being unleashed.

Looked at my Saturn cycle. When Saturn was at the applying square to my natal Saturn, I felt a huge shift. It's one of my favourite accomplishments of my life so far. I actually finished writing a book. I had never finished anything before (Mars oppose Saturn in nativity), so it was huge. (If I remember right this was also one of those spiritual phases I had.)

I'm wondering if the rule of thumb that people aren't fully aware of their 12H is only true if they don't have a highlighted 12H. When people have planets that land in my 12H by synastry, I am aware. I feel like I'm leaning backwards to them. I feel dependent on their satisfaction. I observe that I lose focus on my dreams the moment they enter a room. (Ruler of my 12H is Saturn, stuck in a T-square with Mars and Jupiter, so that makes sense.) But that could also be that they're likely to hit my Saturn.

The Neptune transit through Pisces has been... something. I'm not 100% sure what I've noticed about it yet.

#astrology observations #astro observations #astroblr #saturn return #pisces saturn return #twelfth house

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fanfiction-blep · 2 years

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Ghost: Part Six Na’vi Miles Quaritch X Fem!Reader

Warnings: animal cruelty, smut, fluff, violence.

They landed gently on the roof of the ship, jumping down until they were face to face with a stocky bearded man.

"Are ye the asshole that is commandeering my ship?"

"That would be me, now ya going to help, or do I have to do it myself? His words were not a question, they were a not-so thinly veiled threat. The man sighed, clearly not wanting to fight with the 9 foot tall Na'vi marine. The recoms followed the human man inside the ship gathering around the table, looking at the map displaying all the clusters of islands that held tribes and different clans.

"You know this island group doc, what kind of indigenous we have up there?" Another bearded man stepped forward, intrigued by (Y/N).

"Dr?" She crossed her arms "What's your speciality?"

"Marine Biology?" He was confused, to him the Na'vi women before him looked native, he was confused by her questions "You?" It was a shot in the dark, but he was going with his gut.

"Microbiology" He nodded "and Conservation" His eyes widened. "I'm Dr (Y/N) Augustine"

"Any relation to Dr Grace Augustine?" She nodded "She was my sister" She lowered her gaze, not wanting anyone to see the emotion that brimmed in her eyes. In this moment she was wishing more than anything she had more time to tell stories of grace to Kiri.

(Y/N) didn't follow the conversation. She was holding Spiders hand, comforting the child.

"Are you alright?" she asked quietly. He shook his head.

"I have heard things"

"What things?" The women was concerned. The thought of people mocking him the way they had her made her tail flick in anger, he was family, end of story, and she would kill for him.

"That you're being kept in his room, as a slave" He didn't say the word, she knew what someone had said, most likely Z-dog. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Quaritch had been the one to give him that black eye.

"I am no slave, he is a changed man, Spider, have faith." Her words were little over a whisper as she leaned into his ear, hoping the discussion in front of her would mean no one caught the conversation. Spider looked up at her, confusion etched on his features.

"You can't kill a tulkun! Killing one would be like killing a family member to the natives" the doctor spoke up(Y/N) bit her lip hard, thinking that if she spoke up then she would get Quaritch in trouble, but then lyle spoke up.

"Fucking savages, you gonna tell me they fuck these animals too?" he snorted and gestured to (Y/N) "look at how that bitch over there acts, and we all know how easy she is" Z-dog laughed as did the other recoms. Quaritch didn't even have a chance to react, she jumped behind the Colonel and lunged at the marine. She wouldn't let him get away with what he had said, not after what they must have said around or to her Spider. She jumped on him and dug her teeth into his shoulder. He tried pulling him off but she dug her teeth in deeper. Someone grabbed her Queue, yanking hard. She released her grip on Lyle and cried out in pain. It wasn't until she was thrown into a cold office that she saw it was Quaritch. He let her go the second the door closed behind him, then his expression softened.

"Petal, I am sorry. I had to play the part" He hushed out the words. (Y/N) pulled her braid over her shoulder nursing her sore head. She nodded at him.

"I am sorry" she whispered. "But-" he cut her off

"You don't have to say but- If you hadn't i would have"

"You don't understand." she insisted, placing her hands on his chest and looking up at him. "They were telling Spider you were holding me as a sex slave!" The mans features turned into furious anger, like nothing she had seen before.

"I will end him" She pulled at his shirt trying to keep him in place.

"Miles, stop" he didn't "Please" she begged. He stilled, only slightly, her hands gripping his biceps. She could feel the rage radiating off him.

"You're not easy"

"I know"

"But I said the same thing" She sighed placing a hand between his shoulder blades.

"You didn't mean it" She soothed him, rubbing her hands over his exposed skin.

"But in the moment i meant it, i didn't believe it, but it wasn't right" He turned to face her, "I am sorry for what i said that night. I never apologised, I am sorry" The women nodded in agreement.

"Thank you." she placed a hand on his face, “Now i know you have to leave me in here, but please, don't let them kill that animal. Show me the change" He nodded, determination filling his gaze.

The entire hunt her words rang in his mind. 'Show me the change' He almost zoned out of the entire hunt. But an idea formed in his head.

“Tag it!” The location devise connected with the animal a low whine leaving her mouth.

“That’s enough” Quaritch warned.

“What?” The smaller man was stunned angry even.

“If we tag it, it will go back to sully, I’m sure of it or someone will contact him to get that tag off. Either way it’s a win win.”

“But, I won’t meet my quota”

“Tough luck make sure to do better next time”

"Screw you i am killing it" Quaritch pressed the man against the walls of the boat.

"I was being nice, now i won't. Follow orders or I will personally inflict the punishments. The man nodded in fear.

Quaritch made his way to the office where (Y/N) had been held. She had used the time to release her hair from its braided style. He opened the door, emotion evident in his eyes.

"I want you to come with me"

"What?"

"Let's go flying"

"Miles, your scaring me. Did you-"

"Its alive, we have some time. They believe that I am taking you out to scope an area waiting for Sully."

"But we aren't?" he walked closer and offered her hand.

"No, I am taking you someplace a little more natural." A smile spread across her face as she got the hint. She took his hand and he wrapped his hand around her wrist, pulling her out of the room, out of the ship and finally they flew. For hours he would playfully fly close to her, causing her to almost fall of her Ikran. Finally they found some land, a small secluded area.

When they landed (Y/N) knew that there were other Na'vi here. Loyey was to anxious.

"How close is the village?"

"This area was recently vacated." He explained, "The tribe that lived here are nomads. They move around at least once a year." She nodded, she had heard that some tribes chose this life style. She didn't understand it personally, but the scent of the locals had Loyey on edge.

"Mawey, Loyey" Quaritch, who had stepped closer smiled.

"What does that mean?" he asked she looked up at him suprised.

"You know Mawey?" she was confused, he knew the language quite well for a beginner. He frowned.

"You never taught me the word, Loyey" She started to laugh. He smiled back realising he had said something stupid.

"Loyey is her name!" She was holding her sides doubled over in laughter, unable to stop.

"Okay, okay. Stop laughing"

"You Skxawng!" She continue to laugh until she noticed his single raised brow. "Um" she swallowed thickly. "I'm sorry" The Marine leaned forward reaching for her. She dodge out of the way.

"Oh now ya really are going to be sorry." She started to jog deeper into the forage. She secretly enjoyed being chased, it was a way to represent this cat and mouse game they had been playing .

It didn't take him long to catch her, he reached out and pulled on her tail lightly. She spun around an open mouthed playful smile, slowing down, now walking backwards. The sun had started to set a few hours back, so her luminescent spots lit up her body in a way that drew him to her. He had never really looked at himself, not in this body, but the small spots were something he found adorable on her. Eventually the look in her eyes was too much and he stepped forward grabbing her waist, pushing her up against the nearest tree.

"Enough games" He breathed heavily against her face, eyes darting between her eyes and her lips. His tail (that he had just the smallest more control of) gently traced up her calf and inner thigh until it wrapped around the body part as much as it was capable. "If you want me to stop, just say the word" she nodded and he smirked placing his fingers under her chin forcing her to look up at him. "I need you're words princess."

"I'll tell you if i want you to stop." he wasted no more time and leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, moving slowly at first he placed one hand on the small of her back pressing her against him, as the other pushed into her loose hair. He used this leverage to move her head to the side, giving him a better angle. He moved his lips against hers with ease, her slight soft whimpers increasing his confidence, soon he started to become rougher. More dominant. He pulled on her hair slightly causing her to gasp into his mouth, giving him an opening to invade her mouth with his tongue, pushing his hips against hers he quickly moved from her mouth to her neck. In an instant she was facing the bark of the tree. Quaritch grabbed at her hips pulling them back slightly causing her to brace herself against the wood.

“You’ve been a bit disobedient today, haven’t you pet?” He ran his palm up and down her back. She knew what was coming but did not expect it in the slightest.

“Miles, please” a sharp sting radiated across her behind.

“Try again princess, how do you address me?”

“Si- Sir” she stammered out, still taken off guard by the stinging on her skin.

“Good girl, only a few more to go” he hummed, rubbing his open palm and fingers against her ass between each spank. He wanted to go easy on her this time, and she had only been slightly disobedient that day. She had made up for the laughing, the teasing, the attitude. When he remembered her rolling her eyes a particularly harsh spank landed on her skin. A total of five spanks landed on her ass, one was just for fun. Satisfied with the slight redness on her skin he turned her around once again pushed her body against his. "You are a wonder, let me show you how much i apprechiate you princess." he bit into the skin above her breast's, only slightly covered with her clothing. "Jump" He mutterd against her skin, she followed the intruction well, he grabbed her thighs to hold her steady at first, but soon held her in place with the pressure of his hips against hers. Keeping one hand in place he continued his assult on her neck, causing (Y/N) to mewl in return. He smirked in response, as much as he loved her obedience, he wanted her to be bratty. It was more fun when he could push her to submit. He pushed her further into the tree grinding against her core.

“Miles, ple-” he froze, her words catching in her throat. His grip tightened, oh he was going to have fun with her tonight.

“What was that?” He quizzed slowly moving away from the tree.

“Nothing, I’m sorry sir” he hummed and nodded in a sympathetic way. A smirk plastered on his sharp features. He slowly began to lean down until he was resting on the soft ground, a mixture of dirt and sand creating an odd texture beneath him. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, using this to his advantage he slowly started circling his thumb on her inner thigh.

“Did you just lie to me Darlin?” She shook her head and he gave her a tusk in response. “See I know ya are, and good girls tell the truth” he moved his hand closer to her core, his words having the desired effect. “And good girls get to cum” A whine escaped her lips as his finger made contact with her throbbing clit, gently tracing circles, moving upwards and downwards at a agonisingly slow pace. He watched as her face contorted in pleasure, eyes fluttering. When he started to trace his fingers along her entrance they both knew it was game over. She was desperate already, wet and craving the feeling of him inside of her, and he wanted to make her fall apart on just his fingers. “Tell me how much you want my fingers” he ordered

“Please, sir” (Y/N) looked up at him “I need to feel you” she all but pouted the words, a light chuckle escaping the Colonels lips, two of his fingers slipping inside of her. Immediately making a ‘com hither’ motion perfectly hitting her most sensitive spots. He braced his free hand on her head whispering into her ear.

“That’s it baby. You’re so wet for me.” He moved his digits faster causing a slick wet squelching sound to erupt from between her legs. “Oh sweetheart, I bet you taste amazing” (Y/N) tensed against his chest, back arching, her high approaching quickly, but it stopped suddenly when Quaritch pulled away. Her eyes had previously been squeezed shut but when she looked into his eyes she saw hunger. The fingers that had just been inside her pushed into his own mouth.

“Please” the man removed his fingers from his mouth with an exaggerated ‘pop’ once again placing them inside her waiting core, she was wound up tight already so close to her previous almost orgasm. He teased her relentlessly pulling away again, and again. Finally she broke, small tears on the corner of her eyes. “Daddy please” she begged almost crying out in desperation. He froze, he had once again licked his own fingers clean of her slick. The new name had taken him by surprise, he hadn’t thought that would be hidden inside her. He looked down at her, a new found hunger growing in the pit of his stomach, he was rock hard, his erection leaking waiting to be inside her. He wanted to devour her fist.

“What was that princess?”

“Please” she choked out the words, grinding herself into his abdomen “Please Daddy, I want to cum” He shifted his waist and leaned down placing her on the ground.

“You wanna cum so bad? Oh I’ll make you cum” he placed open mouthed kisses to her stomach, leaving a wet trail of his saliva down to where she needed him most. He removed the rest of her clothing and used his hands to moved her thighs over his shoulders. Holding on tightly to her thighs he looked up at her face, eyes meeting hers, before he placed a light kiss on her mound. Moving slightly lower to place another kiss on her lips and finally tracing her opening with his tongue. She had long since thrown her head back, taking in all that he was giving her. He gripped his fingers tightly into her skin, a unspoken message. ‘If you look away I stop’ he didn’t have to say it, she knew. Lazy hooded eyes meeting his own. He took the opportunity, while holding eye contact to suck hungrily on her clit. A choked out moan escaped her lips, followed by a sinful whimper. He removed his lips from her and started using the very tip of his tongue to flick her bud slowly. Her hips started moving frantically hoping for any consistent motion. He moved one of his hands that was previously holding her, right over her lower abdomen pressing down to keep her in place. He moved his tongue quickly sensing she was close.

“Please don’t stop, plea-“ a high pitch scream and moan erupted from her lip. He smirked and began to suck on her clit full force. She gasped and writhed beneath him. Hands grilling his hair one second and pushing at it the next, the pleasure too much to handle. He continued the brutal attack on her bud until she came again with another high pitch whine, body convulsing due to the overstimulation this time squirting all over his face. He helped her ride out her orgasm. A shit eating grin covering his face as he rose from between her legs. Leaving new love bites and bite marks, allowing her time to recover. Her body finally stopping it’s twitching by the time he began kissing her lips, her cheeks and any part of her face he could find. Her yellow eyes looking up at him a soft smile and giggle leaving her lips.

“Thank you” she kissed him deeply. He chuckled his hands making their way back to her thighs. His eyes resting on her braid that had been left discard along with the rest of her hair. She knew what he was was thinking. “Miles” she began.

“You don’t need to explain, you don’t want to, or your not ready either way I get it.” He placed open mouthed kisses along her face and down her neck, pushing his clothed erection against her core.

“It’s not that” He was shocked and confused, why else would she want to wait? Unless.

“It’s about Sully” he leaned back, his hand covering his face removing all contact from (Y/N).

“Whatever you think I’m feeling, you’re wrong” she stated trying to stay calm, she hadn’t wanted to ruin the moment.

“Go on, explain”

“I don’t want to mate with you if your goal is still to kill someone I care about” He stopped. She was right, it wasn’t what he thought. He had thought for a moment she had mated with that scientist, or she had feelings for someone else.

“I won’t” he stated simply. She attempted to lean up, but his strong hand pushed her back down “we’re not done here.” His words were hushed, almost like a promise. “I have a plan, it’s stupid and I’ll explain everything later, but I ain’t killing no one” she breathed out a sigh of relief. Hands reaching for him. He leaned down once again and allowed her to hold him. Comfort him. She lifted up her Queue. His eyes widened. “Now?” He was shocked.

“It feels right, doesn’t it? We aren’t going to find another time to be completely alone” he leaned in to kiss her deeply and passionately. Pulling off his shirt he moved his own braid over his shoulder. He held onto the end of his own Queue, the two moved their hands closer together while (Y/N) stared and watched his face, Miles watched as the senstive nerve endings connected. Finally. He sucked in a breath and absorbed the feeling that now radiated through his whole body. He could feel her, see her, and all of the above. She could feel how much he had changed, the conflict she had sensed within him now replaced with certainty. She needed to touch him. Placing another deep kiss on his lips she pushed against him. A groan escaping his lips as he finally looked down at her.

“Are you ready?” He asked a simple nod and whispered yes was all he needed to hear before loosening and removing his pants, trying his best not to break the bond now formed between them. Her chest was heaving and her could feel her desire. Leaning down, his throbbing erection in one hand, he connected their fingers with his other. He slowly rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, a small smirk telling her how he planned to do this for a while. Teasing her, watching her squirm. Pressing his forehead against hers he rubbed his nose against her cheeks. "I need you to tell me how much you want it" he groaned, needing to hear her voice, the bond increasing his desire and the sensations around him.

"Please" She had said the word so many times she was staring to believe that was all she could say in these moments with him. The only thing she could do was beg for more. "Please Sir, I need it. I need to feel you. I want you to claim me" She said the words making direct eye contact, and that was it. Any self control he had left, snapped. He entered her slowly, inch by inch. The Na'vi body had endowed him generously, and he knew he was big. He didn't want to hurt her, yet. He watched her face as he slowly sank into her warm walls. The feeling was downright addictive. He just wanted to stay like this, inside her. Small whimpers left her lips as she adjusted to the feeling. He grunted as he finally bottomed out, causing her head to turn to the side mouth open in a breathless gasp. He used his now free hand to pinch and play with her exposed nipples. He couldn't help the moans that left his own mouth as he began to move his hips. He was trying to start off slow, he wanted to make love to her first. A string of whimpers and whines left (Y/N) as he found a consistent rhythm. She forced her eyes open and the look she saw on his face made her walls flutter and clench around him. His head dipped into the space between her shoulder and neck.

"The things you do to me, baby girl. You can't push me I am trying to be gentle." She couldn't speak, his movements stealing the breath from her lungs. Clenching voluntarily this time she did her best to smirk up at him, the message clear. 'Don't be' He looked at her intently. He was long past the point of control, if she wanted it rough, then who was he to refuse his women? He pressed her cheeks open with his fingers. "Is that what you want? Hmm" He snapped his hips harder, an incoherent mumble of words lept from her mouth. "Come on Princess, use your words" He moved his right hand from hers and angled her hips upwards hitting a new angle.

"Yes" she choked on the word. He smirked, that damn smirk she thought, it would be the death of her, she knew if he kept looking at her like that she would let him doing anything to her. He pulled out of her and spun her, placing her on all fours, pushing himself back into her waiting cunt and running a rout along her spine, his eyes traveled to their joined Queue's, checking they were still connected. He began roughly ramming himself into her, while his hand found it's home in her loose hair, pulling it lightly at the roots. He snapped his hips firmly into her behind, his iron grip holding onto her hips, using this leverage to pull her back. "Fuck, you're making me feel so good" she whined the words, almost breathless.

"Hmm, tell me more sweetheart" He moved his hips faster.

"FuCk" (Y/N) Whined "No one has filled me this good" pride bubbled in his chest, his ego the size of the universe at this point. He fastened his pace as her walls began to flutter.

"Best cock you've ever had huh?" He smirked again she looked at him over her shoulder, or as much as the grip he had on her hair allowed. Her eyes lazy and lust filled. "Aw look at you baby, you love it huh? getting fucked on my cock." she nodded franticly. "Words”

"Yes sir"

"God, you’re so good for me. Fuckin' squeezing my cock so good." his words sent her over the edge, arms falling out underneath her, crying out in ecstasy. He kept pumping himself into her, only slowing down when a strangled moan fell from her sore throat and a desperate.

"Too much-"

"Shh" He soothed her, rubbing the hand previously gripping her hair, stroking her back, tracing lines down her spine. "You're doing such a good job, you okay to keep going" She nodded, only realising the mistake when he leaned down and pulled her back flush against his chest. "What did i say about using you're words hmm?" She leaned against him enjoying the new position.

"I'm sorry sir" She took a deep breath as his hands made their way to her throat.

"Hmm" he nuzzled his nose against her neck breathing in her scent. She smelled incredible, he wasn't sure if it was the bond or how their scents were beginning to mingle, but either way it was driving him crazy. "Can you keep goin' a lil longer baby?"

"Yes sir" humming once again he started thrusting his hips in a fast and rough pace, pressing his fingers against the pressure points on her neck. The hand on her waist moving forwards to her sensitive clit, rubbing firm circles, causing her to squeeze around him. He was getting close himself, he couldn't hold out much longer. The tight squeeze of her walls pushing him closer and closer to his own orgasm. "Please, more" She tried to look up at him, begging him to fuck her harder. In response he placed a heavy kiss on her lips, moaning into each others mouths as his thrusts increased in speed and strength. Each thrust causing him to grunt, and whimpers to leave (Y/N). Both their chests heaving from the lack of air and desire they had for one another.

"Who's your daddy hm?" he grunted again, his hips starting to faulter as he grew closer to his release.

"You are" (Y/N) panted struggling to do anything other than grab onto the back of his neck with one arm. "FUCK, close. So close" Quaritch moved his fingers faster against her clit, trying to keep his movments even.

"Come on then baby, cum on daddys cock for me?" She began to tense and push back against him for support, leaning her head against his shoulder leaving her neck open for him to attack it with more love bites. "Hmm, such a good girl, cum for me" she fell once again into her third orgasm of the night. The tight squeeze of her walls was the final straw and Miles was thrown over the edge himself, rutting into her with lazy sloppy thrusts. He did his best to lay them gently down on the floor instead of almost falling like his body wanted him to do. He removed their Queue's from each other almost feeling empty at the loss of contact. He felt different. He pulled himself out of her, groaning when he saw his cum leaking out of her, spilling onto her thighs. (Y/N)'s eyes were closed, a blissed look on her face. He stroked his fingers over her face kissing her cheeks. "You still with me sweetheart?" she hummed

"That was amazing" she mumbled as he pulled her into his chest, legs tangling together. Miles pushed the stray strands of her out of her face and kissed her lips lightly.

"I love you" He whispered almost as if it was a secret

"I love you too-" She paused, biting her bottom lip 'shit' he thought 'she regrets this' "You realize we're basicly married now?" She wouldn't look at him.

"I know, and i do feel the difference, you were right”

"About what?" she quizzed him

"Everything else is background noise. The only thing important to me right now is you, and spider" She hummed and nuzzled into him smiling wide, and thats how they fell asleep, both knowing they had to return in the morning. Neither of them were thinking about that though they were enjoying the bliss of being wrapped in each others arms and finally being one, connected to each other for the rest of their lives.

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by Aaron Subarium and Jessica Costescu

The deans at the center of the Columbia University texting scandal scoffed that Jewish students concerned about the eruption of anti-Semitism on campus are "coming from a place of privilege" and suggested those students have more institutional support than their peers because of their supposed wealth, according to new messages reviewed by the Washington Free Beacon.

The messages, obtained by the House Committee on Education and the Workforce and released on Tuesday, show that three of the deans—Susan Chang-Kim, Matthew Patashnick, and Cristen Kromm—engaged in a more extensive pattern of disparagement than has been previously reported and shed new light on how Columbia officials reacted in real-time to a panel on anti-Semitism held during the university’s alumni weekend.

"I’m going to throw up," Chang-Kim, Columbia’s vice dean and chief administrative officer, wrote to her colleagues roughly an hour into the panel. The text's timing aligns with remarks from an audience member and daughter of a Holocaust survivor, Orly Mishan, who described how her own daughter, a Columbia sophomore, "was hiding in plain sight" on campus after the Oct. 7 attacks.

"Amazing what $$$$ can do," replied Kromm, the dean of undergraduate student life.

The new messages suggest that the administrators, who were placed on leave pending a university investigation after a Free Beacon report revealed snippets of their text exchanges, see concerns about anti-Semitism as manifestations of entitlement.

"They will have their own dorm soon," Patashnick, the associate dean for student and family support, said of Jewish students, after the head of Columbia Hillel, Brian Cohen, said that many Jews felt more comfortable spending time at the Kraft Center he runs than in their own dormitories following the Oct. 7 attacks.

"Comes from such a place of privilege," Chang-Kim wrote two minutes later. "Trying to be open minded to understand but the doors are closing."

The deans also ridiculed Cohen’s efforts to provide support services, including psychological counseling, to Jewish and Israeli students following Oct. 7, implying that they were receiving special treatment denied to other groups.

"Not all heroes wear capes," Patashnick texted sarcastically. "If only every identity community had these resources and support," Kromm replied.

In 2024, Columbia hosted separate graduation events for black, Asian, Native American, LGBT, and "Latinx" students. Jews were one of the only minority groups not to host a ceremony of their own.

The release of the texts comes as Columbia faces renewed pressure to take action over the ordeal. A petition put forth on Tuesday by Columbia alumni, students, and community members calls on the Ivy League institution to remove Sorett, Chang-Kim, Patashnick, and Kromm "from their positions immediately."

"All four of the deans implicated must be held accountable and terminated. This incident exposes a profound issue at Columbia that cannot be dismissed," the petition reads. "Failure to address this quickly can only be interpreted as a lack of seriousness and urgency in dealing with campus antisemitism within Columbia’s administration. Columbia University must deliver an immediate and unambiguous message that antisemitism will not be tolerated."

Sorett, Chang-Kim, Kromm, and Patashnick did not respond to requests for comment. A Columbia spokeswoman pointed the Free Beacon to a June 12 statement saying the school is "committed to combatting antisemitism and taking sustained, concrete action to ensure Columbia is a campus where Jewish students and everyone in our community feels safe, valued, and able to thrive."

Other text messages obtained by the Free Beacon from the same panel show the four deans dismissing claims of anti-Semitism.

At one point during the panel, Chang-Kim texted Sorett to say the panel "is difficult to listen to but I’m trying to keep an open mind to learn about this point of view." Sorett responded, "Yup."

Kromm, meanwhile, used vomit emojis—"🤢🤮"—to reference an op-ed from Columbia campus rabbi Yonah Hain that raised concerns about the "normalization of Hamas" on campus.

After the release of those messages, Sorett issued a private apology to Columbia's Board of Visitors, saying the texts did not "indicate the views of any individual or the team." He later informed his colleagues that Chang-Kim, Patashnick, and Kromm had been placed on leave. Sorett was not included in the disciplinary move, and a Columbia spokesman declined to say why.

Shortly thereafter, on June 21, the Free Beacon obtained a photo of another text sent during the panel that showed Sorett sneering at Cohen. After Chang-Kim sent Sorett a sarcastic text calling Cohen "our hero," Sorett responded, "LMAO."

On the same day, Sorett broke his silence on his involvement in the scandal in an email to the Board of Visitors. "I deeply regret my role in these text exchanges and the impact they have had on our community," he wrote. "I am cooperating fully with the University's investigation of these matters. I am committed to learning from this situation and to the work of confronting antisemitism, discrimination, and hate at Columbia."

Sorett sent that message after calling the cops on a Free Beacon reporter who knocked on his apartment door to ask him about his involvement in the texts. While Sorett never came to the door or asked the Free Beacon to leave, when the Free Beacon left the building, several New York City police and campus security officers were outside. A Columbia security official said Sorett "raised a whole big issue."

The new texts obtained by the committee, meanwhile, show Kromm and Chang echoed an assessment from Patashnick that Cohen took "full advantage of this moment" for its "huge fundraising potential."

Those texts were sent around the time Cohen cited a visit to Columbia's campus from prominent Israeli politician and human rights activist Natan Sharansky.

"Who was the speaker he mentioned?" Kromm asked. "Natan Sharansky," Patshnick responded before sending a link to Sharansky's Wikipedia page.

#columbia university #susan chang-kim #mathew patashnick #cristen kromm #antisemitism

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